Bee to my Barnes

part 15

'Yes, I assure the plans for the proposal will be presented tomorrow.' Your voice stern as you stand from your desk to pace across your office in frustration, you have never left it this late to finalise a job. Your fingers skim across the few books and artifacts displayed on the cabinets behind your chair, "yes of course." With a slight tap you the globe begins to spin as you watch, tranced as it pivots in statue. Turning your focus back on your client you confirm, "Yes, I saw the notes." Just as you reach over your desk to gather documents in discussion, you bump into the edge of your desk sending stationary flying across the floor towards the window. As you gather your supplies, placing them back into their holder, your heart skips a beat, "it can't be."

Through the phone you can hear the distant mumbles of your client. "What can't be...Mr Barnes is there a problem with my requests?...are you able to complete this job or not?"

Fumbling out your words now in haste, " yes, yes of course. I will have the itinerary sent over to you, I have to go." Hitting the red icon on your phone before even waiting for a reply, you bolt for the door.

As you step out into the rain, confused as to why she is here. Staring up at you, the rain slowly dripping down her face smearing her mascara under her eyes, her curls now drenched clinging to her chest heaving and flushed cheeks as though she just ran a damn marathon. Something wrong.

Your eyebrows narrow as your jaw clenches, concerned by her presence. 'Be...'
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Rushing up the stairs, before James could even finish your name, you throw your arms around his neck jumping into his arms.

"What is it. Are you hurt. What's wrong doll?" his voice laced with panic as he pulls you back to examine you.

Without even replying your hand glides round from his broad shoulders to caress the stubbles on his cheek. Running a thumb over his lower lip, looking deep into his eyes you smile. Being here with him you feel safe, like you found home. Leaning in your lips pressed against his, a hunger so deep inside roaring to the surface, opening your mouth ever so slightly his warm tongue stroking yours - you want him.

The panting of his warm breath dancing with yours as he responds to your passion with his own. His hands glide up from your waist to grip the nook of you neck entangling your hair in his fingers as he presses your bodies closer. Gliding up the stairs with a swift kick not breaking the embrace, the door slams shut behind you both.

Carrying you into the large open space, your legs still wrapped around his mid, his large hands follow the curvature of your body to your hips. Leaning your head back letting his fiery kisses line your jaw down to your throat his fingers slip under your hoodie kneading into your skin releasing a pleasurable moan from deep within, this is just what you need. Lifting his head to look at you, his eyes heavy with lust you feel him instantly harden between your legs pushing up against you.

Raising your arms, with unspoken words James whips the oversized material concealing your small frame, letting out a grin when he see's your still in his shirt.

'I thought I best bring it back.' You flick up at him between pants.

'I think I prefer it on you.' Pulling you back towards him he kisses your forehead with his softened lips glistening from the saliva of your exchange before letting out with a smirk, 'But if this is the thanks I get for lending you a top, there's a wardrobe upstairs full.'

Running your fingers through his hair, 'Why don't you show me.'