Sealed with a kiss (WomanxWoman)

8

Although I came in late, today turned out to be surprisingly productive. After my meeting with the graphic designer, I felt like I was back on track, riding the wave of progress. Now, I just need to swing by Charlotte's office to get her approval on the final edits. It's 17:15, and the floor is deserted-everyone has gone home. I haven't talked to her since yesterday when I left early to hang out with Cherry, and I've been missing her. Throughout the day, I stole glances whenever she stepped out for meetings, but she never looked back. I hope it's not because of yesterday. I'm not sure how I'll handle it if every time she sees me with Cherry, it drives a wedge between us.

At least she didn't arrive early today to catch me missing. I can't wait to see her. I knock on her door and wait for a response.

"Come in."

I push the door open, and there she is, once again engrossed in the papers scattered across her desk. Not this again, I think, mentally slapping myself.

"How can I help you, Jenny?" she asks, her words sharp, laced with something almost venomous never looking up.

"Um... I just wanted to go over the changes I made with the designer," I stammer, hoping for a better response. But Charlotte still doesn't lift her gaze from the documents.

I'm screwed.

"Just leave it here, and I'll review it later," she says dismissively. "I don't want to keep you from your girlfriend."

Oh no... not this again. "Cherry's not my girlfriend! I mean, she's a girl and she's my friend, but we've talked about this! I know you don't like her. We just hang out untill late and I stayed over in her guest's bedroom, but even if it was more, that's none of your business!"

I'm not one to talk back like this, but I can't keep doing this with her. Not again.

Charlotte's eyes snap up, her blue gaze stormy with anger. "It becomes my business when you show up late, still wearing yesterday's clothes, and it starts affecting your work!"

Oh no, she noticed. Shit. "My work is the same as always! So I was late one day-big deal! I'm human, it happens!" I don't know where all this courage is coming from, but there's something about Charlotte that stirs this fire in me, and I can't seem to hold it back.

She rises from her chair, her expression shifting into something intense, almost feral. As she strides toward me, I realize how much trouble I'm in. She doesn't stop until I'm backed up against the glass door.

"You stupid, ungrateful girl!" she snaps, her voice low and dangerous. "Why don't you get it? She's playing with you! And you're not hers to play with... you're mine!"

Wait... did I hear that right?

For a moment, her eyes seem to clear, and she steps back, as if realizing what she just said. "I'm sorry, that's not what I-"

But before she can finish, I close the distance, my lips crashing onto hers.
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*SMUT WARNING*

I kissed her with everything I had, pouring all the longing I'd felt for her over these months into that kiss. All those late nights at the office, the tension, the butterflies-it had all led to this moment, and I couldn't hold back anymore. To my surprise, she kissed me back just as passionately. I brushed my tongue against her lower lip, seeking entrance. She parted her lips, letting me deepen the kiss as our tongues intertwined. The kiss grew more intense, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing second.

"We shouldn't..." she whispered between kisses, but her lips didn't leave mine.

"I know..." I murmured back, but neither of us pulled away. It was as if our bodies had a will of their own, ignoring the rational part of our minds that knew we should stop. Her perfume filled my senses, intoxicating me, and I was lost in the softness of her lips. I felt her hands begin to explore my body, and I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed her onto the desk, pulling her closer so that I was standing between her thighs. She ground against me, seeking friction.

"Jenny, please," she breathed, her voice strained with need. I trailed kisses down her neck, finding that sensitive spot that made her whimper. As I continued down, I unbuttoned her blouse, pressing my lips to the swell of her breasts. I was addicted to her taste. I found her nipple, sucking it gently through the fabric of her bra. She arched her back in response.

"Jenny, please. I need more!" she begged, her voice desperate.

I slid my hand beneath her skirt, pressing I kissed her with everything I had, pouring all the longing I'd felt for her over these months into that kiss. All those late nights at the office, the tension, the butterflies-it had all led to this moment, and I couldn't hold back anymore. To my surprise, she kissed me back just as passionately. I brushed my tongue against her lower lip, seeking entrance. She parted her lips, letting me deepen the kiss as our tongues intertwined. The kiss grew more intense, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing second.

"We shouldn't..." she whispered between kisses, but her lips didn't leave mine.

"I know..." I murmured back, but neither of us pulled away. It was as if our bodies had a will of their own, ignoring the rational part of our minds that knew we should stop. Her perfume filled my senses, intoxicating me, and I was lost in the softness of her lips. I felt her hands begin to explore my body, and I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed her onto the desk, pulling her closer so that I was standing between her thighs. She ground against me, seeking friction.

"Jenny, please," she breathed, her voice strained with need. I trailed kisses down her neck, finding that sensitive spot that made her whimper. As I continued down, I unbuttoned her blouse, pressing my lips to the swell of her breasts. I was addicted to her taste, and I found her nipple, sucking it gently through the fabric of her bra. She arched her back in response.

"Jenny, please. I need more!" she begged, her voice desperate.

I slid my hand beneath her skirt, pressing against the damp fabric of her underwear. She was soaked. "oh god! You're dripping" I half whispered half moand, and her moan was like music to my ears. I could have come just from the sound of her voice. "Tell me what you need," I said, my fingers teasing her sensitive bud while I continued to kiss and nip at her nipples.

"I need you to fuck me," she said, and that was all the permission I needed.

I pushed her underwear to the side, my fingers slipping between her folds, already slick with her arousal. Slowly, I slid two fingers inside her, then began to thrust hard and fast. Her moans grew louder, "just like that!" and she pulled me closer, our mouths clashing in another heated kiss. Her walls tightened around my fingers, and I felt her body begin to tremble.

"Jenny... I'm..." she gasped, unable to finish her sentence as her body shook with pleasure. I slowed my movements, wanting to draw out her release for as long as possible. I watched her come down from her high, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, and I gently withdrew my fingers, leaning in for one last lingering kiss.

For a few moments, we just stared at each other, both of us lost for words, struggling to process what had just happened. The air was thick with the weight of what we'd done. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. We sprang up, panicking as we tried to compose ourselves. She quickly sat back in her chair, probably still sensitive from our encounter, while I hurried to the door. When I opened it, I found Jeffrey standing there.

"Hi, love. I just finished upstairs. Want to go grab dinner?" he asked casually.

A wave of nausea hit me as I realized the gravity of the situation-I had just slept with an engaged woman. Guilt surged through me as I forced a smile in Charlotte's direction. "I'll leave you to it. Thanks for your input on the photos. See you tomorrow," I said, my voice strained. Without looking back or waiting for a response, I left the office, feeling a mix of heartbreak and regret.

How could sleeping with Charlotte feel like both the best experience of my life and the worst mistake I'd ever made? Tears welled up in my eyes as I hastily gathered my things and walked out, trying to hold myself together.