14. Cin

Chapter fourteen

Cin

O n Thursday, Gay and I are working late at the office on two separate cases. I don't think she has a strict deadline, but I do, and I'm only a few pages away from leaving these files on Ms. Johnson's desk for her morning trial. I'll be in the courtroom as well, but I don't have to speak to the judge like the lawyers.

"Goodnight, Mx. Santos," Leif calls out, his formal nature still making him use my last name even after years of working together. We've had drinks together, and I've seen Leif let his metaphorical hair down, but in the office it was always Mx.

My paralegal mentor, Donna, is packing up in the cubicle next to mine, about to follow Leif out. "Don't stay too late, Cin. See you tomorrow."

"Night, Donna," I stretch and reply. "Night, Mr. Anderson," I add for Leif.

He rolls his eyes at my reference and they disappear when the elevator door closes. I love working here.

Checking the time, I see we all stayed past eight in the evening and the sun has set outside. I finish up my final proofing and make sure to submit the digital copy so it is in before the midnight deadline. All of the offices have their lights off, with only my desk lamp and the conference room lighting my way.

After dropping off the files to Ms. Johnson's box by her door, I move as silently as possible to Gay's office in the opposite corner. It's empty as well, so she's in the conference room. Stopping at my desk, I grab a packet of lube in case she's up for fooling around. Holding onto the bangles on my wrist, I creep closer until I can see her pouring over papers with intense focus. I shouldn't scare her at work, but I know we're the only ones here from my walk around the floor.

Crouching down to the floor, I slip around the corner to hide behind a bulky plant next to the doorway. Right when I'm about to jump up, I hear Gay sigh.

"If you're going to crawl on the floor, I should put your mouth to use."

What? Gay wouldn't have said that to anyone but me in the office. She spotted me. Dammit.

"How'd you know I was here?" I stand and walk towards her with my hands on my hips. My linen pants swish against my legs and I let my jewelry jingle freely.

"I've never heard the plant giggle, so it was an educated guess," Gay tells me without looking up from her papers. She has them spread out on one end of the conference table, and is leaning over. Gay favors pantsuits and ties, but today she's wearing a blue silk skirt I got her last Christmas with a matching blouse. "What are you looking at, Kitten?"

"Your ass," I admit, admiring the curve as I finally look up to her face. "My partner is hot."

"We're the last ones here?"

Pulling myself up with the help of my heels, I sit on the table just past her papers. "Yep. Just us cats and kittens."

"I'm a cat now?" Gay asks in an imperious tone I can't help giggle-snorting at.

"You've never sounded more cat-like. Purr for me?"

Gay lets her smile loose and I lay back on the table for her viewing pleasure, "You're in a playful mood."

"I'm thinking about our date with RJ tomorrow night." Stretching out, I make sure I have her full attention before continuing. "…And all the ways we can play with him."

"I'd say this conversation isn't appropriate for work, but we all know people have fucked in this room."

"We've fucked in your office," I point out. "And the staff lounge. Oh, and the bathroom."

Gay nods, eyes heated at the memory, and gathers some of her papers into a neat pile. "People have no clue how horny law firms are with how much time we spend in the office."

Turning over, I pull my knees underneath me and curve my back for the best angles, rolling my hips sensually. "We've never fucked on the conference table."

"No, we haven't," Gay reaches out with a heavy file and smacks it across my ass. "Maybe you need a spanking so you'll behave."

"Not my kink, Babe," I push back and let Gay tap my butt again before sitting up to face her. "I'm in a toppy mood tonight."

Letting my words linger in the silent office, Gay licks her lips and sets the papers aside. Walking around to stand within arms reach, she runs her hands up my thighs. She doesn't say anything, but my seduction has riled her up if she's not trying to talk me out of sex right now.

"Lock the doors and close the blinds," I instruct. Gay raises an eyebrow and I add, "Please?"

She steps back and makes sure we're in privacy in case anyone decides to come back to work. "I need prep."

"You know I love to eat you out," I climb off the table, eager and glad I grabbed the lube. I put it on the table and Gay smirks.

"You came prepared?"

"Yes, now I'm going to prepare you to come."

"You're so cheesy," Gay teases, running her fingers along my jaw and down to untie the bow at my neck, revealing more skin.

"You love it. Now bend over and hike up your skirt, please."

Instead of arguing like I would at being given instructions, Gay only gives me her satisfied smile and bends over the table, spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up around her waist. She reveals a blue lace thong that cups her cock and balls perfectly.

"Like my choice in panties?"

"Damn," I swallow hard and lick my lips. "I'm a lucky kitten."

Squatting behind her, I spread her cheeks and pull the thin strap aside. She huffs out a low moan when I lick a stripe to her hole, but then she starts talking dirty. "Eat my ass, Kitten. We'll both lick RJ tomorrow. I want to feel your tongue on mine as we make him come."

Fuck . I reach down to grip the base of my dick, unzipping so I don't come in my pants before I even get inside of Gay.

"Or maybe we can both be inside of him at the same time, fill him up and make him never want to leave. Yesss ," Gay grunts as I press my tongue inside at her words.

She may just be saying things that sound hot, but it's working. When her hole loosens, I reach for the lube packet and she hands it to me. Gay whines when I pull my tongue away, but it turns into a pleasured moan when I slip a lubed finger in. It doesn't take long until I have three inside of her, and I stand to use the last of the lube on my exposed dick.

Standing, I line up and am glad I wore heels so I can reach her without Gay moving. Gripping her skirt at her hips, I tease her hole with my tip. "Ready for me, Babe?"

"Yes. Fuck me and fill me." Gay reaches back to grip my hip, pulling me forward until I spear her ass with my fat cock. We both take deep breaths and she adds more to get me closer to the edge, "Fuck me on the conference table, Kitten."

She's not always up for receiving, and even now she's topping from the bottom, but I love it when we're both in the mood. I let loose on her, knowing I won't last long. Between the dirty talk about RJ and the thrill of sex at our place of work, I'm too turned on to draw this out.

"Right there," Gay pants, and I aim down to hit her sweet spot, wanting to feel her come before I do. She reaches between the table and her thigh, and I can imagine her jacking herself off to push herself over the edge. "Cin," Gay cries out and her ass grips me tight.

Pushing in as much as I can, I only take three more thrusts before I'm following her over the edge into bliss.

Leaning forward, I kiss Gay through her blouse in the middle of her back. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Kitten."

Gay wiggles, likely uncomfortable on the hardwood, and dislodges me. Her thong is going to be soaked from my cum leaking out of her by the time we get home, but I know we'll sleep hard after a twelve-hour workday and mutual orgasms.

We're going to need our sleep if even half the dirty things we talked about happen with RJ.