After Hours

forbidden territory

Alana

We didn't actually get into the office until after noon. The ride to work was awkward to say the least. The silence was overwhelming. Aside from his five hundred apologies for seeing me almost naked. Strange, for a second, I had almost lost control. In those moments, in his arms. It had felt right. For a few fleeting seconds, I felt human again. With real emotions and real need. Maybe if all of my circumstances were different, I would have went for it. But, I'd have to be living in an alternate universe for that to be possible.

James had already found me. My days in this town were already numbered. I just have to wait for him to plan his next move. I couldn't afford attachments when I was always on the run.

It is after three, and my stomach is grumbling in protect. I ate a croissant for breakfast, but that was almost five hours ago, now. I hadn't thought to grab anything for lunch. I sneak a peak at closed office door before I slip out of my chair and head for the break room. There are usually bagels or muffins leftover from the morning for the employees and clients. It was silly to feel like I needed to sneak away from my desk

But, I feel guilty for being late and almost undeserving of even a quick break.

Once I enter the room, scanning the length of the bar, my eyes land on a single bagel left on a tray. Jackpot.

I sang ot from its resting place. Finding a plastic knife, and slice it down the middle. Just as I slide the button down on the toaster, the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Someone os behind me. My fingers wrap around the flimsy plastic knife, like its would actually do any good. The intruder finally makes himself known. Speaking in a low whisper, close to my ear.

"You too, huh?"

The familiar voice both soothes and confuses me. The baritone sound sends vibrations into my ear and down to my s*x. The close proximity is a cruel reminder of this mornings events.

"What?"

"I'm starving..."

I glance behind me, very much aware of the fact that his gaze is not on the food.

"The bagels are all gone."

The toaster pops just as the words leave my mouth. As if to punctuate my statement and mock his empty stomach.

"All gone, huh?" He raises a brow and watches my every move as I plate the two halves and move to the next section of the island to dress it up. Slathering an unhealthy amount of cream cheese onto each slice. I lick some off my finger before tarring off a piece and popping it onto my mouth. I exaggerate a moan of contentment as I chew the stale pastry.

"Mmmmm."

"f*****g tease..."

He sounded amused. I was having a hard time trying to figure out of it was me or the bagel he wanted right now.

"If you want some, all you have to do is ask."

I say over my shoulder and shove another chunk into my mouth. That was the wrong thing to say. Mr. Kingston is suddenly in my personal space. His hands resting lightly on my hips. His lips brush against my ear, ever so slightly.

"I want some."

The meaning made clear by his actions. My body visibly shivers and I sigh without realizing it. I manage to pull a large chunk off of the bagel and hold it out for him to take, and he does. Leaning around me, he takes it between his teeth, instead of using his hands. His teeth graze against my thumb before he pulls back.

"You're supposed to grab it with your hand."

I mean to sound irritated, but it comes out husky and breathless.

"I plan to."

His left hand moves up until it rested just below my breast. Not touching it, but just high enough to make his intentions known.

"I have been starving all day."

I am shocked to the core when he moves closer behind me. His chest to my back. His groin pressed firmly into my backside. God, he was hard as a rock! My body betrayed me. I let out an involuntary moan. Mr. Kingston presses his lips to the side of my neck. His slight stubble drives me mad as he makes his way up to my jaw line. His hand catching my chin to turn my face towards him...

The door to the break room swings open. I quickly side step. Putting a safe distance between us before Angela walks in. The sour faced woman doesn't even acknowledge my presence.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kingston."

I sneak a glance at his face. He looks pissed that we were interrupted. But he remains behind the island in an attempt to hide his swollen man parts from the woman.

"Yeah, hi."

He grumbles to her and shoves a bite of my bagel into his mouth.

"I should get back to work..."

No!

He mouths the words silently to me. I just smile and turn to leave.

Twenty minutes pass by before Mr. Kingston storms past my desk towards his office. But stops short of reaching the door.

"You think you're funny, don't you?"

Damn, he looks mad. Note to self, boss man is pissed when he's horny.

"Sometimes, I can be, yes. I can make a few calls if you need someone to take care of your little...problem."

My eyes move down to his still semi erect p***s that was very noticeable beneath his fitted slacks.

"That's not going to work. Ill have to take care of this one myself..."

With that he goes into his office and slams the door behind him. My mind conjures up images of him fisting his large c**k and pleasuring himself while thinking about me. The son of a b***h did that on purpose. Now I get to suffer right along with him. The remainder of the day is spent in constant distraction. My panties are wet and I clench my thighs thinking about what you may or may not be doing behind that closed door.