The Laughing Touch (Jimmy Fallon Fanfic)

Chapter 40

Thursday's draaaag! Probably because I'm counting down the minutes until I can go home and nap..

"Spencer.." Someone whispers at the door. I ignore it.

"Spencer." Jill nods towards the voice.

I look over at my sweet boyfriends face. "What?"

"I need your help.."

My boss looks over at Jimmy and then me. "See you Monday, Pearl." She smiles as I gather everything and shut my computer off. I don't know why the office calls me Pearl and I don't know if I want to know..

I rush out. "What's up?"

"Top secret!" Jimmy pulls me to the elevators. "You'll find out." Last time he told me that Quest pied me in the face for my birthday.. "Honey, come on."

My feet are glued to the floor. "I'm not going out there.. Last time you top secreted something you were mean.."

He laughs. "Trust me, you'll love this one." He kisses me long and slow. "Before we go down!" I'm yanked into the hallway.

"Why's your office dark? Wha-" I'm shoved up against the door, lips on lips, arms holding me close. His hips grinding mine which I love when he does and he knows.

"I have a few hours before taping." He smiles on my lips before leaving a wet one.

"A few?" I hook my fingers in his belt loops and pull him close. "Honey, you're going to kill me.."

"Just leave you sore tomorrow morning.." My t-shirt and camisole are slipped above my head. I slip his t-shirt off next. I always find it weird when he wears a tee and jeans to work. He's a much classier dresser in the building.

I wrap my arms back around his neck. "You've only done that once before.." I smile inches from smirking lips.

"I have?" Jimmy smirks.

"Mhmm.. When you first fucked me, the next day was a pain.." I kiss him as he chuckles. This man knows what he's doing and it kills me. "Honey, I don't mean to kill our vibe, but-"

"Where we having sex?" I nod against his head as he looks behind. "The table, my desk, my chair, the wall, the couch you love." He turns back and smiles. I laugh and shove my hands to his belt. "Ah, no." He pokes my back and I stand up straight, dropping my hands to our thighs. "Get yourself out of your skinny jeans, I can never get them off you.."

My heels are kicked under the meeting table and my jeans fly to the Gary's little bed in the corner. "Me?" My fingers lock onto his black leather belt.

"You.." Jimmy looks down as I unbuckle the belt and unfasten his jeans quickly. "Also.." He tugs at a strand of my hair.

"Up?" He nods with a smile. "Were you bored?" I ask before leaning forward and knotting up my hair.

He laughs with a nod. "Just a bit.." My bra falls and I push his jeans down to our feet. Stepping out of his shoes and the pool of fabric, I'm pulled along to the couch. "And we're going slow.."

I land on a hard chest with my legs tangled up with another pair. "Kissing first, sir?" Socks fly to the door. My clammy feet rub his toasty toes.

"Kissing first.." Hands set on my butt cheeks and squeeze. "Why do you have the cutest ass?"

I giggle and prop up on my arms. "I don't know why you're talking about yourself.."

Hands slip down my underwear and rest in place. "I have the flattest butt ever.."