The Total Sum of Two

Chapter 21

The work clock ticks by at turtle speed.  You wouldn't have noticed but Gregory is copying sets of documents and going back and forth to the file room.  After each box he looks at his watch and sighs exaggeratedly.  Since the copy machine is just outside his office, his fine ass is on display.  When the copier doesn’t work or he looks at his watch he clenches his butt cheeks. 

Unable to resist his dramatics any longer, you walk into your boss's office and request to leave early.  To make it more believable you hold your stomach and hunch over a little.  The poor man probably thinks you have cramps and in a way, you do!

As you walk back to your desk you ignore the lustful glance Gregory throws in your direction.  At your desk you begin putting items away, grab your bag and head out.  You purposefully waited to walk out until he was in the file room.  Within two minutes you have a text.

GREGORY:  WHERE ARE YOU?

YOU:  Bathroom?

GREGORY:  No I can’t smell or feel you.  You aren’t in the office.

YOU:  Oh.  Well, I asked for the rest of the day off.

GREGORY:  WHAT?

YOU:  Mhm.  I’m at your car waiting for you, you have 3 minutes before I call an Uber.

You receive no reply.   You set a timer on your phone, just for fun.  At two minutes and forty five seconds he very proudly and ‘calmly’ comes striding down the sidewalk.  You look up from your phone with a nod and smile. 

“Fifteen seconds to spare.  Very nice Mr. Hansforth.”

He c***s an eyebrow and casually opens your car door.  “Do I get a prize?”

As he joins you in the car you look at his profile.  “Oh, absolutely!  Would you like a brownie or ice cream?”

You slam your hand on the dashboard as he brakes too hard at the stop sign.  

“Ow,” you grumble at him but secretly are amused by his reaction.

He quickly looks over at your hand, your face and then back to the road as he speeds up, going well over the speed limit.

Rubbing your wrist you ask him, “So you don’t want either?  Very well then.”

“Are the brownie’s already made?”

You shake your head, “Of course not, they’re in a box in the cupboard.”

“Then no.  I have no patience today.  Do you HAVE ice cream?”

“Yes.  You picked it up remember?”

“Hmm, mint chocolate chip?  I think I can handle that.”  He nods and takes a corner like a race car driver.

“Are we in a hurry?” You casually throw out.

“Yes.  I want my prize.”

In the parking lot he opens your car door, taking your hand to help you out.  You look up with a sweet smile, “Thank you, kind sir.”

As you pass behind him, you pinch his ass and take off running.  He catches you within three steps but it was worth a try.  He picks you up fireman style and heads to your unit.  You’re laughing and kicking which results in one of your heels flying off.

“My shoe!” You holler as you smack his beautiful butt.

He smacks yours back, turns around, grabs your shoe, readjusts you on his shoulder and keeps moving.  He hasn’t said a word and you almost think he’s upset, except…the hand holding you has wandering fingers.  You blush at the thought of any of your neighbors being a Gladys Kravitz but then, that’s on them.

When you reach your door he repeatedly pops your butt until you fish out your key.  He grunts his gratitude and strolls through the door but he doesn’t put you down.  He strolls to the freezer, grabs the ice cream and a spoon on his way back out of the kitchen.

As he heads to the bedroom you question him.  “Where are we going and what are you doing?”

“Isn’t that obvious?  I'm collecting my prize of course.”

He puts the ice cream and spoon on the nightstand and throws you backwards onto the bed.  He stands for a moment staring down at you, his pupils dilating.  He takes of his suit coat, throwing it over to the chair in the corner.  He slips off his shoes and throws his socks in your hamper.  

Well damn, I get a prize too!  You lean up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow, smirking, and licking your lips.  He wrestles his tie off and gets frustrated when he gets to the buttons of his shirt.  Before he can just pop them off by just ripping his shirt open, you kneel in front of him.

“Let me help you,” you say coyly.

With each button you undo, you place a kiss on his newly exposed skin.  The growl beginning to emanate from his chest has no affect on you. You continue your slow, deliberate pace.  When you get to his belt, you look up into his eyes as you slip buckle out and slide it out.  You move to his pants top button but he grabs your hands.

“Woman you’re killing me.  Enough!”

He pulls off your shirt and sends it flying behind him, only to push you back down and slide your skirt off.  He quickly removes his pants and underwear as you hold your arms open to him.  Accepting your invitation he leans down and kisses you like a man starved of affection.  He breaks off the kiss quickly leaving you out of breath.  His hands are making  quick work of your bra while his teeth are nipping and kissing at your neck.  He’s punctuating each word with a kiss.

“This…is…what…I…needed…this…morning!”

He slides your panties down and kisses your navel.  He sits up suddenly and you take advantage by defining his eight pack with your tongue. 

You look up as he moves again, “What are you doing?”

He has the ice cream in one hand and a wicked look on his face.  “Collecting my prize,” he states as he scoops out a spoonful.

“You wouldn’t….” you say as you try to inch backwards.

He moves you back down and dumps the spoonful of ice cream between your breasts.  At your gasp he simply smiles and takes a lick.

“You said I could have ice cream, you didn’t say where I had to have it!”  And with that you become his dessert platter.  Cold and hot, sticky and delicious, he leans up occasionally to share his mouthful of ice cream  with a deep kiss. When his cold tongue finds your center you scream and lunge forward.

“HOLY s**t!”

You can hear him chuckle but he simply holds your hips still and continues his attack.

Twenty minutes later the two of you lay spent and sticky in each others arms.

“I’m going to need a shower,” you half heartedly complain.

“Yes!” he fist bumps, “a two for one, my favorite.”

You laugh as he leaps off the bed and runs to the bathroom.  You hear the shower turn on and then see his head poke back around the door.  “Aren’t you coming?”

“I just did thanks, a couple of times.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, looking extremely proud of himself.  “You’re welcome, it was my pleasure.” He winks, “quite literally.  Now, shower.”  He holds his hand out and motions for you to join him.

He dunks you under the spray first, for which you back up and start sputtering.  “Warning, warnings are nice!”

He laughs and turns you around.  You suddenly feel his hands, sudsy and lathering you up and down your back.  You hum at his soft touch and caresses.  He doesn’t turn you back around, but simply reaches around you to wash your front.  Your head rests on his shoulder as he continues, making sure each crevasse and curve is found and washed.  He pulls you back under the spray, then forward as he squirts shampoo in your hair.

“But, I washed my hair this morning!”

He simply looks wounded by your comment so you let him massage your scalp, lathering the soap up.  He’s more careful this time, holding onto your waist, letting you lean back into the spray to rinse the soap out.

“Your turn,” you comment as you grab the soap.  He switches places with you, standing directly under the spray.  You shake your head, laughing at him being a show off.

You start at his feet, moving your way up his legs, then stopping.  He gives you a questioning look as you then work up his chest, back and arms.  After he's rinsed, you move closer, paying special attention to his privates and then making sure to rinse him before moving to his buttocks.  Giving as good as you got, you stretch your arms around him, washing crevices but adding little pinches here and there.  As expected, he begins growling and suddenly you’re no longer standing but have your legs wrapped around his waist.

When the water turns cold he shuts it off and comments in your ear, “You are correct. One and one is definitely a happy two.”

You lean down and kiss him, "Absolutely."