Her warm breath snuck past his collar, sending shivers down his body. From the way her voice dropped, there was no mistaking the flirtation behind the question. Today had been rough for her; he understood that now. If she needed a distraction, he was willing to be that.
She incorrectly read his long pause because she shook her head and straightened. “Sorry, that’s a weird question.”
“No, it isn’t,” he said as he pulled her close to his body and pressed his face near her ear. “I like how flimsy and tearable it looks.”
Her chest slowly rose and fell before she whispered, “Do you want to get out of here?”
Moving his thumb up and down her exposed back, he smiled and said, “I thought you wanted to stay.”
She looked him in the eye before brushing her lips against his. “Now I want to leave.”
An electrical current ran between them as they said their farewells. It was as if they’d combust if they didn’t get out of there.
He thought they were almost in the clear when she stopped mere paces from the door. “Ah,” she said, turning to him. “You’re about to meet my parents.”
He knew who they were the moment he spotted them. When it came to meeting parents of people he dated, it never happened. To him, this step was a big move in a relationship, an ushering into the in-group. That came with pressure to please and impress people beyond your partner.
Duncan smiled and extended his hand out to Retta’s parents. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Majors,” he said to the two people before him. “It’s nice to meet you.”
They seemed pleasant, and he could see Retta in both of them. She got her mom’s rounded nose and her father’s large, expressive eyes. And both her parents were tall.
“Well, we’re heading out,” Retta said.
“But the party’s just started,” Mrs. Majors said.
“I know, but we both have early mornings,” Retta said. “I’ll call you later this weekend.”
She hugged her parents, and he only had a literal second to say goodbye himself. Duncan didn’t know what the night would bring, but he knew once they left this place, nothing would be the same.
They calmly walked down the hallway, washed in yellow-tinged light. With each step they took toward the elevator, the butterflies in her stomach multiplied.
His hand on her open back was reassuring but maddening. She wanted more. He said this would happen when they’d been on his desk, but a part of her had thought it was something said in the heat of a moment. As soon as they entered the empty elevator and the doors closed behind them, Retta pushed Duncan against the wall.
She grabbed his head and brought his lips to hers as he pulled her leg up and around his waist. For several seconds, they shared fevered, heedless kisses before Duncan flipped her so she was the one pressed up against the elevator wall. His cologne, body, and touch all enveloped her.
The ping of the door opening on a different floor had them quickly separating. They demurely stood next to each other with the tips of their fingers the only thing in contact.
While a few people loaded into the elevator, Duncan whispered, “Did you drive here?”
She nodded. “But we can take yours.”
It was a long fifteen seconds to the parking level.
They were in his truck within minutes. But as much as she wanted to recline their chairs and go at it right then and there, two tall people were not comfortably fucking in that tight space.
“Your place or mine?” he asked, shoving the keys in the ignition.
“Whichever is closer.”
He straightened in his seat and pulled out of the underground parking onto the road. The sound of people enjoying the downtown nightlife filled the otherwise quiet vehicle.
Duncan’s hand came to rest on her exposed thigh. Her breathing slowed down as she watched his hand knead her flesh. When he began a laborious ascent up her thigh, she spread her legs as wide as the truck would allow.
Retta thought her heart might fly from her chest when he finally reached the outside of her damp panties. She closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath in the silence.
“How long have you been like this?” he asked, his voice sounding rough.
“Since we started dancing.”
