TIFFIN 4

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We didn't even try to hide it; every employee witnessed us rushing past reception like feverish teenagers. God. Here we were, acting like the young college students that seemed to have died so long ago.  Running around in secret. Worried about what people would say when it was said and done. 

Who the hell cared what anyone thought? Let them hear us make love inside each cubicle and office. I missed this brooding, tattooed man. And was sure he missed me too by the evidence currently forming a tent in his jeans. Evelyn spotted us upon exiting one room in particular- maybe the hiring center. Couldn't really remember. Hero sped far too fast down the darkened hallway. 

Oh my. This wasn't a place I visited often. Far below our feet spanned several flights of stairs, eventually dropping to the pit of Tiffin Enterprises: The empty storage room meant for useless files and mail that still needed to be sorted. Perfect. No one would think to check here. Taking my hand, he made for the stair well door, breezing down flights, laughing as we went. Despite being drunk the man let go in what seemed forever. 

"God, I love you baby!" 

I smirked we trailed deeper into an empty abyss. Didn't know what changed within the last few hours to make him grovel, but wasn't about to question his newfound love. This was what had been missing for years. 

Once reaching another door, we entered the dusty basement. As expected it was cluttered and cramped, causing us to squeeze amongst steel boilers. Could this really be considered safe? Well, there wasn't enough time to consider it. Especially with Hero grabbing me by the thighs and slamming us atop a leaning tower of files. Already slick arousal seeped onto massive documents. 

"Don't care if you're ready, Kristina Tiffin. I'm going to be so deep you'll be screaming for me to stop."

Fuck. Without much of a warning, he did as promised, dropping his pants and revealed... Good God. The steel member is his now trembling hand seemed to have grown. Or was it simple imagination?

I pursed my lips as he smoothed the length ever so slowly.

"This what you like?"

Ugh. What did he want me to say? I hated it? No. I loved it. Missed it dearly. As if reading the silent reply calloused hands reached for my entrance. What-?  Shockingly, his deft fingers  opened swollen lips, peering at the swollen nub protected by thin cotton. 

"You have the sexiest body, Kristina. Never wish to be parted from you. Ever." 

Then, leaning forward, his mouth pressed against my sex. Licking those sensitive crevices until I nearly came undone from his ministrations. 

"Hero, please." 

Growling in earnest he continued, lapping my moist juices, savoring the tangy scent. It was only when his hands lifted my legs in mid-air that I really felt him move. Massaging my clit. Thumbing that puckered hole below and... Holy fuck... Screwing me with his perfectly shaped nose. 

This felt taboo but oh so good. Was prepared to let out an inhumane shriek amidst the wave of ecstasy pummeling through taut limbs only for footfalls to echo outside the basement door. Goddamn. Had someone seen us? Pausing, with the the evidence of cum still on his face, Hero stared knowingly. Who was it? 

"I know you're in there, skank. Open up or I'll call authorities. Far as I know, public indecency can land you on the sex offender registry." 

Diedre.