"Zayn, it's late." she giggled softly shoving at my chest. The playfulness in her tone signalled to me that she really didn't care if I continued or not. She had a point, it was late and we were probably only two of the four employees left in the building. A little moonlight sure as hell wasn't going to stop me from getting what I wanted.
Her.
"I don't give a fuck," I growled pressing my hot lips to the curve of her neck. "I haven't had you for a week and a half."
I pulled at her waist hugging her closer to my body and slowly slid my hands up her back underneath the thin white blouse that clung to her chest. She squealed burying her face in my neck once I pulled at her bra strap. "Please, Zayn," she moaned fisting my hair as I sucked on the narrow layer of skin over her collarbone.
Backing her into the wall slowly, I allowed my craving hands to roam down to her hips, squeezing at them every so often. After a while, I realised the hickey that was going to be left on her neck was going to be massive.
But I didn't care.
She'd been spending so much time away from me at work, finalizing business meetings and dealing with angry clients, I rarely got to see her. I missed her like crazy and every time I thought about her and got hard, she wasn't there to actually help me get rid of the issue.
She'd been spending all of her free time with Yanna and Xavier, or whatever the hell his name was. The only thing I knew about him was that he stared at my ass too much and it freaked me out. She was supposed to show up at my place a few nights ago but she cancelled at the last minute claiming Xavier needed her because he broke up with his boyfriend. I wasn't happy but I let it go and waited for her again the next night. But of course she called and said they were celebrating because they got back together.
"I want you to spend the weekend with me," I murmured against her lips earning a chuckle. "I need you." I groaned as I started grinding my hips into hers."Mmmm, fuck" I moaned as the pleasure radiated through my body in waves.
Small pants and whimpers left her lips as I picked her up and set her down on the copying machine. I started unbuttoning the blouse that clung to her chest tightly and got even harder at the sight of the lace white bra she wore. It made her look so fucking innocent.
"I can't," she breathed cupping her small hand over mine.
The same anger I felt before started simmering through my fingertips as I sighed and pulled away from her completely, the thought of my solid erection long gone away. "Why not, Grace?" I asked her attempting to remain calm. Guilt took over her eyes as she grabbed my hand, "Yanna and I have plans to go shopping this weekend for her sister's wedding." I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand away tempted to just leave her there but her desperate plea stopped me in my tracks and made me listen.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I promise I'll make it up to you." Saying that, I turned back to her and let her take my hand this time. "I hear your birthday is coming up?" she questioned.
I bit my lip, smirking at her as she hopped down from the copier. I forgot about my birthday actually, but then again turning twenty-eight is nothing to get excited about. Just one year closer to never breathing again.
Somehow I thought she'd make my birthday exciting though. "Maybe, I'll stop at the mall and pick something up for you," she whispered pressing her soft, thick lips to mine. She pulled away after a while and started buttoning up her blouse again, being sure to keep eye contact with me as she did so. Obviously this didn't help the strain in my pants but before I could speak to her about it she was out of the room already.
"You are fucking irresistible," I whispered to myself.
