The Only Exception

14

Jo

I held Letoya's thighs down firmly as I ate her out on top of my desk. She was a squirmer but when I sent her a look, she immediately tried to be still. My scarf was placed in her mouth to muffle her moans because she was a loud moaner. 

She ran her fingers through my hair as she struggled to keep her eyes on me, which I had very clearly instructed her to do. Taking my pointer finger, I slowly inserted it inside of her cave causing her back to arch off of my desk.

Starting my rhythm up slowly, I took a glance at the clock seeing it was almost 8 am. I lifted up for a moment and whispered. "We have to speed this up a little baby, I have a meeting at 9."

Letoya yanked the scarf from her mouth and motioned me down to her level. I added another digit inside of her as I lowered myself to kiss her lips. Speeding up mercilessly, she let her eyes close as I sucked on her tongue. "Mm..." Her arms went around my neck as we made out, her moans diving into my mouth.

I began to feel her tighten around my fingers as I pushed her to her breaking point. Letoya's grip got almost impossibly tighter but that's how she was, she would grab on to whatever she could when she hit her climax.

Feeling it coming closer, I grabbed the scarf and stuck it back in her mouth as she finally went over the edge, squirting as she did. Slowing my pace down significantly, I used my other fingers to rub her as I pumped.

She whimpered against me as I pulled out, her arms fell to her side as I brought my fingers to her lips, taking the scarf out with the other hand. She sucked on my fingers as I watched her, biting my lip and causing me to squeeze my thighs together.

We didn't have time for another round and that was a piss off within itself. I lifted from on top of her as I pulled her up with me.

"Jo, baby...." When she did call out for me, I spotted my meeting notes under her.

"Letoya!" I yelled out of shock as I shot her a look and picked the papers up just to realize they were totally ruined.

She put the blame on me. "I'm sorry, I didn't know they were right there. It's really on you, you know I'm a squirter!"

I shook my head at her as I grabbed her blazer and slacks and handed it to her. Grabbing mines, I slipped my slacks and shirt back on, afterwards going to buttoning my blazer just to be stopped by Letoya.

"Let me." She muttered, pulling me over to her slowly, as she buttoned the rest for me. I didn't reply and she looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know they were right there. Can we print you out some new ones?"

"Nope. They dropped them off personally for some unknown reason."

Letoya pouted. "I feel extra bad now, so what are you going to do?"

"What I usually do, wing it. It's fine." I pecked her lips. "Seriously. Don't worry about it."

She nodded. "Okay, fine. Here." Her fingers began fixing my hair. "Can't be looking any type of way in that meeting."

I smiled at her as she did it. "Thanks."

Once she finished, we met eye contact, and she immediately countered my look. "Once you get back. I promise. We don't have time."

"We can make—."

Letoya's phone pinged and she nodded outside of my door. "Amber just said that the people are here. So we can't make time right now. As soon as you get out. I promise."

"Fine." I pouted. "How come Amber won't come up here?"

"She's scared I'm going to whoop her ass again. Did you forget?"

"Oh yeah. I did forget for a bit. I'll be back in a hour or two." I replied as I turned around and headed towards the door. Turning to look at her, I asked. "You are going to be here when I get back right?"

Letoya nodded. "Of course. I'll be here waiting. Go handle your business."

Smiling at her, I left out the office and headed towards my meeting room. When I entered, my family looked up at me.

Taking a seat, I spoke. "Hola, family."

"Hey J." They greeted back.

My brother Micheal, motioned towards my empty hands. "Where's your notes?"

"I actually can't find them." I lied through my teeth. "Mind if I look on with yours?"

"No. Not at all." He moved his in between us as I looked them over again.

My mother and father looked at me, almost studying me and Rebbie, well Rebbie was silent and smiling like always.

"Did you get what we talked about, Janet?" My mother asked me calling me by my birth name.

"Yes." I answered. "The property outside of Chicago is in my name, we sell it to the Malone's and we are set."

She nodded. "Great. So that's taken care of."

"You and William are still doing what we discussed, correct?" My father broke his silence.

"Yes. Even have a date." I informed him. "November the 28th."

Joe nodded in approval. "Great. A few after Election Day. Break it off after you both get into the positions you will need. His parents agreed that if we need to have a wedding then it will be so fit."

My face furrowed in confusion as Rebbie shook her head. "A wedding? I thought we all agreed that William and I would only fake this engagement? I can't marry that man."

"Don't stress about it dear, we won't get a marriage license. It will only be for show. Still, what's got you so head strong on not marrying him now? You didn't too much care before, only cared if you won." My father was telling the truth, my mentality was like that before— well before Letoya.

"I just don't want the wrong image if we do fake divorce so quickly." I excused my new sense of thinking for another reason.

My father answered me. "Don't worry about it, we will do as much damage control as we can. You already know the ultimate plan if we do decide that the damage is uncontrollable."

The plan was to permanently ruin William. Which I had never agreed to do. They wanted me to tell the world he was abusive and cheated— but that would be a lie. Man might be a asshole, but he's worked just as hard as I have to get a seat on that bench. I would never take that from him.

Nodding, I turned in my chair. "Yes, I understand. Is that all?"

"No." Rebbie broke her vow of silence. "We need to reconsider this. This plan could blow up. Sure you'll have office J, but is it really worth your integrity?"

"Rebbie! This isn't your place." Our father got upset.

Rebbie gathered her things. "Whatever, you all just don't expect me to say things. That's what it is. This is wrong and I'm not standing by it. Count me out."

She left out the conference room, slamming the door behind her. My father motioned over to the coffee machine. "Coffee anyone?"