The 18th Floor

Chapter Forty Five

We don't tell anyone at work we're dating except Simon, but I'm sure it's not too difficult to realise, despite Reid and Abbi not saying anything about it to us. Abbi, Reid and Simon have come into our office for the weekly meeting, bringing in their chairs to sit in.

"Renovations are still underway, as you can see there have been lots of delays, but I've been told from management we could potentially be moving to the higher floors within the next 4-6 weeks", Lucien announces.

"They said that 8 weeks ago", Reid says.

"I know, and the 8 weeks before that too, but unfortunately there is nothing I can do", Lucien says to us all, relaying his frustrations, as he rubs his face in between his hands. There's been a lot going on lately and the stress is slowly creeping up on him. I try to help and manage out the tasks best I can but there's only so much we can all do.

"Simon, was there anything else on the agenda we need to address?", he asks.

"Yes, you have two interviews this week for a new hire, one tomorrow at 2:30 and the other at 4", Simon announces.

Hopefully the next two candidates are better than the three we've interviewed.

"Ok, good to know, hopefully they can start soon. It would be good to have an extra pair of hands around here as soon as possible", he says.

The meeting concludes with other notices and meetings, with Abbi and Reid leaving to go back to their office and Simon staying behind.

"Yes Simon?", Lucien sighs out.

"Always so eager to get rid of me brother, don't you see your girlfriend enough? What about me?"

I feel my cheeks heat at the word girlfriend. Lucien rolls his eyes.

"Simon", Lucien says again.

"Game night rematch, Friday night? Yes, or yes?", Simon replies, looking between me and Lucien.

"Still convinced you can beat me?", I tease.

"Cyrene, please you know I can", he says with confidence, crossing his arms.

"I'm not getting involved if you two start arguing", Lucien says.

"We'll see about that", Simon says waving Lucien off as he leaves our office.

"So, you down to go?", Lucien asks coming over to my desk.

"Yh, why not? It will be fun", I reply back.

He leans down and plants a kiss. I kiss him back, on high alert of Reid or Abbi sees.

He holds my chin and says, "stop playing look-out and look at me. Nobody cares if we kiss or not, this is my office", and goes back in for a deeper kiss.

I find my arms wrapping around his neck.

"Lucien", I moan just as he pulls away. His hands on the frame of my chair, face to face, chest to chest.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "we carry on at home", before he walks back to his desk.

"Tease", I say, out of breath and unaware how I will find the will power to work the rest of the day knowing what may be waiting for me later.

"Shall we go out for lunch?", Lucien asks, heading over to the door to hold it open for me. I nod, packing away my things and making my way out.

"You're so beautiful."

"Oh hush," I protest.

He rolls his eyes. Instead of making his way to the lift, he goes further down the corridor.

"Where are you going?", I call out after him.

I watch him as he tests the doors, most of them locked, until one unlocks.

"Lucien?", I whisper and shout at the same time, unaware of who else might be on this floor even though it is us most of the time.

"Oh wow! Have you seen this room Cyrene?", he asks and then wonders in. I have no choice but to follow him in.

It's the cleaning supplies cupboard.

"Lucien, what the hell?", and as I finish talking, I hear the door click close behind me.

"I don't think I can wait till we get home", he admits.

"Here?", I ask in protest.

"What?" he says, bending over my ear, "you don't want to get creative?", I feel the hairs at the back of my neck rise. I pull back to face him.

"Stand-up", I say and a wicked smile crosses his face.

He stands up straight, as I go to unbuckle his belt and slowly unzip his trousers down.

"Can you keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet whilst I work?", I tease him.

"I'll try my best", he whimpers as I stroke the length of him that is slowly rising.

"I don't know if your best will be enough."

"Cyrene."

"Say my name again."

"Cyrene", he breathes in, his hands on the cleaning racks lining the wall. The cupboard isn't big, I can just about turn my chair, but it doesn't matter for what I'm about to do.

"You're mocking me", he says, and before he can say anything else, I take him in. He moans, biting his hands to hold back the screams of pleasure. I go back and forth for several moments, taking him all in at once, his body shuddering from pleasure.

I try to go back one more time, but he grips my face. "My turn", he promises, bending over and going in for deep kisses.

"Lucien", I breathe out and before I know it, he's picking me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck tightly.

"Are you comfortable?", he stops kissing to ask. The level of compassion this man has makes me kiss him again.

"Yes."

His fingers work their way up my skirt as I can feel the hem of it lifting up my waist. He makes his way to a wall, position his back to it.

"You can't wear these pretty short skirts around me all day and not expect me to react Cyrene," he breathes down my neck and I feel my core get hotter. "It's not work appropriate, what would your boss say?"

"I think I'll have to ask him. I heard he's kind of into it, however."

"Oh, he very much is, but unfortunately there will also be some disciplinary action."

"Oh?"

"Oh, indeed. Pull down your pants down Cyrene."

I do as he says.

Then we're moving in synchronisation. In the safety of his arms. We end up making love in a supply cupboard during the whole lunch break.