Summary: You despise each other, yet you can’t get enough of each other. You always fight but secretly, you both enjoy it. So, what happens when you’re paired together to work on an upcoming project for the company you work for? Will you keep at each other or finally decide that it’s time to settle your differences for the greater good?
Contains: Alternate Universe, Drama, Humor
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“Our greatest strength as a human race is our ability to acknowledge our differences, our greatest weakness is our failure to embrace them.” – Judith Henderson
All you two do is fight. If it’s not one thing it’s the next. You’re complete opposites and it’s finally taken its toll on you. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like to run him over with your car. And, other times, you wonder what it would be like if he wasn’t such an asshole and would just take you right on the hood of said car. Yeah, you’re twisted like that. But this…this is ridiculous. After being at each other’s throats for an entire year, you’ve finally had enough. You can’t take it anymore. You need to find a way to put an end to this and settle your differences else he’ll probably literally drive you crazy.
Swinging the doors open to the advertisement agency, you swiftly make your way up to the top floor where you work alongside…him. The thought alone gives you a mixture of emotions that you do not wish to deal with right now, a chill running down your spine.
When you make it up the elevators and swiftly cross the busy working grounds to your little office, you sigh a breath of relief as you plop down in your seat. Your boss has been on your back to come up with a concept for this new movie trailer you all have to do. It’s what you do of course. Your company specializes in creating trailers and advertising up and coming movies for the movie theaters and DVD releases. It’s not your ideal job, but the pay is great and the experience to put your computer skills to good use is rewarding. Still, it would be so much more fulfilling if he vanished off the face of the earth. A smile twitches into the corner of your mouth by that thought. He prides himself in making your life a living hell and you just can’t understand it or know why he does it.
Speaking of the devil, your thoughts are interrupted before you even fully settle into your work station.
Sighing loudly when he clears his throat, you don’t bother to look up, knowing you’re maybe going to be met with dazzling blue eyes, a smirk and a cocky attitude since he thinks he’s the shit just because he cashed in on the last big project he was working on.
“Well, look what the undertaker dragged in from between his toenails.” He spits out coldly and is it too early in the day to think about killing him? You have to wonder where he gets his insults from. They’re always unusual but still manage to hurt your feelings even if you hide it well.
“You walked all the way over here to tell me this? I must be special.” You finally gaze up at him and your breath hitches in your throat at how unbelievably good he looks. He always looks good but today it’s different. He has his signature designer three piece suit on. It’s black and white today. His short, golden brown curls are shining and tamed on his head and his lips are pink and full just like you remember them but he’s different.
Furrowing your brows, you try to put your finger on the change before he snickers at you and you scowl.
“Don’t flatter yourself babe. Boss said he paired us to work on a project together since you weren’t delivering on your own.”
And your fascination with him just died. “What?!” You scream in frustration and he laughs out while throwing his head back. He’s such an asshole.
“My thoughts exactly but since everyone else are on other projects, it can’t be helped. Just don’t fuck this up honeybee else it’s both our asses.” He winks at you before he turns to exit your office. You hate that nickname he has for you more than you hate him and that’s pushing it.
Determined to get to the bottom of this suicide attempt, you stumble back in your chair, jump on your feet and storm out of your office making a mad dash for your boss’s quarters.
Then it hits you…he shaved. Usually, he’d leave a fade but today, he’s completely clean and looks years younger. For some reason, you have this urge to go find him and run your hands down his smooth baby-like skin but wait! You’re supposed to hate him right? God this is confusing you to no end.
“Shit…” you mutter, just before you barge into your boss’s office without knocking.
“Sir I…” But you stutter over your words when he shoots you a stunned look.
“Is there some reason why you just busted in here without knocking?” He snarls and you instantly tense. Oh no, this is bad.
“I’m sorry sir, but I really need to talk to you.” You ramble out as your heart rate picks up.
“What is it now?” He instantly looses interest in you as he diverts his attention to the stack of papers on his desk.
You remain silent for a few seconds, the thought of your foe standing in the doorway of your office just moments earlier looking like sex on legs consuming you. Then your employer growls and you take in his aging face, grey hair, pale olive skin and darkened blues. He’s furious and you’re not making things any better. “Sir, you paired me with…” But he cuts you off.
“Ah yes. It would do you both good. I can’t have you all always at each other’s throats in here. This is a business not a zoo. You need to settle your differences.” He explains and before you can get a word in he continues ranting so you remain quiet just listening to him. “Look, either I just made the biggest mistake and cost this company millions or, you two value your jobs enough to produce. It’s a new trailer for this upcoming horror movie I told you about. The movie rill is in and all the documentation is already prepared for you all. I want a draft of your brainstorming ideas tomorrow morning. I expect the trailer to catch the audience’s attention. We’re the best at what we do. Do not let your differences jeopardize this project and your jobs.” And you’re speechless, just standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Somehow this isn’t how you planned this. You had every intention of demanding that he reassigned you but you’re now realizing that you’re stuck with no way out.
“But sir…”
“That will be all.” He states firmly and waves his hand to dismiss you.
Bowing your head and knowing that you really need this job, you silently exit his office with slumped shoulders.
Before you can make it back to your station, a familiar voice calls out to you over the endless shrilling telephones and employee chatter.
“Hey honeybee.” He says it in a low, manipulative tone and you whip around to face him angrier than you’ve ever been.
“Look Justin, I know you’re getting a kick out of this, but I wouldn’t choose to work with you if you were the last employee on earth and the fate of mankind depended on it. I’d rather…I’d rather die than be paired with you.” You spit furiously and you note the shock and hurt in his eyes but he quickly hides it.
“Just chill the fuck out. I didn’t ask for this either.” He snaps back. “I mean, why would I want to work with a stuck up, prissy bitch like you?” he sneers with an arched brow as he folds his arms across his firm, hard chest.
God, he really looks good today. Ok, no, you hate him remember? You can’t do this right now.
“You sicken me.” You say lowly before you flip around to leave. “Just stay away from me else I’ll skin you alive.” You add in for good measure as you storm away from him and towards your office.
“Aw don’t be like that honeybee. We’ll make this work. All you have to do is not speak. Wait, wait that’s impossible.” He laughs out and you roll your eyes before stepping into your office. You’re ignoring him as he calls out to you from the hallways. “Girl! Come on now. We can’t work on this assignment if you don’t want me around you. How is that going to pan out? I need this promotion.” He says seriously and you stick your head out from behind your cracked door to glare at him.
“Sucks to be you I guess.” You say cattily and he frowns in response as his blues twinkle with curiosity. “Drop dead Justin.” You belt before you slam your door shut and plop down in one of your chairs.
This is going to be one long ass day. You can already see the bombs dropping on this little project. You might as well pack up your desk because by tomorrow, you’ll be jobless for murdering your project partner whom you love to hate and hate to love. Yeah, it’s just twisted like that.
*****
It’s nearing the end of the work day and you haven’t gotten anything done the entire day. You’ve tried…you really have, but your thoughts keep drifting back to him…Justin…and how edible he looked this morning. You’re starting to wonder if this hate you harbor towards him is simply mistaken for sexual tension. You’ve just been confused about your feelings towards him lately.
Sure you’ve only seen him around the office a few times today and he seemed to be respecting your wishes of staying away from you, but how long is that going to last? You two have a project to work on and if the boss wants a draft of ideas first thing tomorrow morning, then there’s not much time left in the day to brainstorm as a team.
Shit, this is going to be harder than you anticipated.
Shaking off your thoughts, you easily begin shutting down your work station and packing up your belongings before a knock sounds on your office doorway. Looking up from your task at hand, you realize it’s none other than Justin.
With a simple roll of your eyes, you return to your previous activities until he opts to speak.
“Listen, I’m sorry for how I behaved earlier but it’s the end of the day and we haven’t exactly done anything in regards to the project. I’m not looking to lose my job just because we don’t get along here.” He explains, causing you to snap your head up in his direction.
“And whose fault is that?” You hiss.
“It’s both our faults. You entertain me babe. It’s not one-sided here.” He smirks.
“Whatever.” You brush him off before standing from your seat with your work bag at your side.
“Where are you going?” He asks incredulously.
“Home.” You quickly spit out causing him to frown.
“Did you not hear that we have a project to work on and the boss needs a rough draft first thing in the morning?” He raises his voice slightly as the tension continues to build in the room.
“Justin…” you sigh but he cuts you off.
“I don’t fucking care that we can’t get along. I think we can push our personal issues aside for the good of our jobs and the company for a few goddamn hours here.” He voices in an irritated tone.
Taking some time out to really study him, you realize he’s being serious and he’s willing to swallow his pride to make this partnership work. Well shit, he must really value his job and his position in this company if he’s willing to get along with you. You never thought you’d see that day.
Figuring that you owe the both of you that much, you cave and drop your belongings unto your desk in a huff. You sort of need this job too. You don’t miss the small smile on his face, but it’s quickly wiped away with a frown.
“Now, I know neither of us is going to agree on a place outside of these offices to get the work done, so we might as well stay in late and clock in some overtime.” He suggests and you simply shake your head knowing it’s your only option.
“Fine Justin. But I’m going to head into the cafeteria to brew me up some coffee. I’ll meet you back in the boardroom.” You explain before you amble towards him. When he nods in response, you simply push past him making your way into the now dimly lit hallways. They’re partly deserted now since everyone is packing up to leave for the day. It’s just your luck that you’re going to be stuck here with Justin after hours with the security guard as the only other sign of life.
By the time the two of you get to work, you’ll be the only ones left. For some strange reason, that notion excites and terrifies you all at the same time. Well, you’ll just have to wait and see if you all can really settle your differences in the heat of the moment. If anything, you’re hoping to come out of this little business partnership unscarred and in tact.
*****
Hours later…
So like you expected, you both are the only ones left in this twenty something story building. Being stuck together on the fifteenth floor has it ups and downs. For one, if Justin pisses you off, you could maybe take him out and no one will hear his cries for help. On the down side, this little possibility could go both ways.
Now, it’s well past your bedtime and you’re more than just irritated. You’re hungry, tired and being in your work clothes after working hours is not your preferred choice. You’d much rather be home, soaking in a bubble bath while watching one of your favorite television shows, but alas, here you are stuck working on some stupid assignment you couldn’t get out of.
You and Justin have been sitting for hours trying to come up with a concept for this movie trailer and nothing has hit home and you’re at your wits end with him. He’s cranky and you’re annoyed. At the rate you all are going, nothing will be accomplished tonight.
“I’m telling you, the build up with the flashing scenes and the suspense thriller music in the background is a given.” Justin says firmly.
“Justin…” You sigh. “It’s been done a million times. We need something new, something fresh else the audience is just going to look at it as another horror film.” You explain but he seems so adamant on his idea.
“It’s the theatrics.” He rattles out snottily. “We’ll catch the audience with my idea.” He mumbles in a hushed tone.
“Yes, but we want something a little different, a little edgy.” You suggest and he snaps.
“You know, I don’t even know why I agreed to this bullshit pairing in the first place. You and I never got along. How stupid was I to think that it would work now?” He hisses, before rooting out his tie from around his neck and throwing off his jacket, tossing them both unto the large desk.
“What?” You inquire a bit stunned.
“I had a choice between you and that Greg guy who’s the biggest kiss up here in the company. At least I know he’d agree with me and maybe praise me for taking the safe route in this, but not you. Oh no.”
Well this is…new.
“Wait, so what you’re saying is…”
“What I’m saying honeybee is I guess I’m finally ready to bury the hatchet between us and this is the only way I knew how to because I already know you’d not give me the time of day otherwise.” He sighs heavily, making eye contact with you, his beautiful blues piercing your soul.
What is this? What’s happening? Why is he…why is he being like this?
Inhaling sharply, you just glower at him from across the large boardroom desk where you all are presently situated. Darting your eyes down to the endless documents and folders, you groan then look back up at him interestingly.
“Justin, what are you trying to pull? Is this some sick plot or…”
“God no.” He laughs uneasily. “Look girl I’m tired of this. It’s taking more out of me to be an asshole than be nice and…I’m running out of insults.” He snickers but shuts up when you just continue to stare, trying to make sense of his motives here.
“Uh huh.” You mutter. “You’re just doing this to get a good review from the boss on this assignment.” You spit out boldly.
“Goddamn it!” He raises his hands in defeat before he stands and stalks over to you, just hovering, looking down with an unidentifiable glimmer in his eyes. “Why do we do this? How did this even start?” He’s searching your eyes now for an answer but your brain isn’t functioning because he’s just so fucking close it’s…it’s literally screwing with your senses. Even after hours he still looks so damn good and really, why are you all like this? This should change and soon. You really don’t think you hate him that much anymore anyway.
“I…I don’t know. I don’t even know how this never-ending feud started.” You giggle despite yourself.
“Ok, so don’t you think it’s about time we ended this feud and settled our differences? Plus I’m fucking tired. This shit takes a lot out of someone.” He inquires hopefully before he yawns lightly and don’t you know it.
“I…I guess. Plus we need to get this work done.” You admit before eyeing your watch. It’s well moving into the next day. You need your sleep if you’re going to be coherent at work in the morning.
“Ok, I’ll tell you what. I’m willing to give this up if you are and try and be civil.” Justin suggests and you smirk in response.
“Yeah sure.” You give in knowing you’re going to keep your guard up with him still. If he’s trying to pull a fast one on you, you’ll see it coming.
Plopping down in the chair next to you, he smiles softly before he opens his mouth to say something else. “Alright, but you should know something…” He admits to you, a sly grin now spread across his delicious pink lips.
“I knew this was too easy.” You laugh out but he shakes his head in protest.
“It is, you see. I only enjoyed doing this with you because I caught your undivided attention which was a plus for me since nice guys usually finish last here.” He’s so confident when he says this that you have to glare at him in disbelief. He has no shame does he? After all this time he’s just out and saying….saying…wait what is he really saying? Is he saying he likes you or something? You can’t be sure.
You’re a little shocked, a little speechless, but it doesn’t stop the bubble of nerves and excitement that seem to be building in your system by this sudden change in events. “Oh…” You force out, while crossing your legs tightly because he just licked his lips and you could have sworn you felt that all the way down to your center.
When Justin sees that you’re mostly unresponsive, he just sighs and diverts his attention back to you guys task at hand.
“If it makes you feel better, I like you too Justin well…I think I do. I mean, there was tension between us, not sure what kind but it was pretty obvious.” Wow, who’s that person who said this? That’s not you is it? Where did you get the guts to say something like that, and to him no less? No, you’re supposed to hate him right? He’s the thorn in your side, the pain in your behind but yet, he just looks so out of it, so lost and confused and a little comical with his eyes as wide as saucers from what you just voiced.
“Excuse me what?” He laughs nervously, but, closes the gap between you two nonetheless.
“You heard me.” You enforce with quirked brows.
“I see, is that so?” He chortles and you don’t mind his cockiness right now. In a way, you’re thinking about cutting your losses and just giving in to whatever this is.
“Yeah.” You breathe out as you lean forward, mere inches away from his lips but you stop when you realize how crazy you’re being. What the hell are you doing?
Then he laughs uneasily. “What are we doing? This is insane.” It’s like he read your mind.
“Yeah.” You shrug, not budging from your spot, leaning over on one of the leather chairs in the boardroom ready to pounce on your prey and not really giving a shit anymore because you’re hot, bothered and you can swallow your pride and admit that your enemy is fucking irresistible in every sense of the word.
“Seriously what are we doing? It’s extremely wrong.” Justin groans, while rubbing the back of his neck but never budging as his blues darken immensely with lust, still looking directly at you.
Thinking for a brief moment, you smile sweetly for him, your next statement catching him off guard since you decide to seal it with a kiss. “We’re settling our differences.” You mutter before your lips connect to his smoothly and without a hitch.
And just like that, all those days, weeks, months of bickering and being down each other’s throats floats right out of your mind as it’s consumed by something else. It’s something raw, passion filled and downright insane but who’s paying attention?
In the heat of the moment you break your lip lock, noting the bewildered look in his eyes from what you just did. Not giving him a chance to make sense of anything, you jump up and hoist up your skirt so you can straddle his waist, smiling slyly when his eyes widen but his hands find your waist instinctively to stop your movements on his lap.
“Holy shit girl…”
“Shhhh….” You scold, then crash your lips against his again shamelessly, pushing him back into the large leather chair, a low growl escaping his lips.
You know you shouldn’t be doing this, and you’re not so sure what the aftermath is going to be, but right now, with your hands in his golden brown hair, your center pressed firmly against his own, his hands sliding down to grip your ass and the burning sensation floating through your body all the way down to your center, you simply throw all your inhabitations to the wind and decide to just…roll with it.
Damn he tastes good. It’s like a pleasurable sin sucking on those soft, velvety pink lips.
You’re enjoying this, every bit of this. He’s groaning softly, his sounds muffled by the light smack of your lips connected to each other, your tongues probing and exploring each other’s insides much like his hands are doing. Pulling up your blouse, he easily snakes his hand underneath to rest on the flat of your back as his fingertips lightly caress you there.
And you can’t help it. You keep kissing him, long, hard and with all your pent up stress and desire. And he returns the favor, gripping your hips tightly to pull you down on him, allowing you to feel how hard he’s already getting due to your actions.
But you can’t take it anymore, so you pull away, breathless, your lips swollen and slightly aching.
You’re just glaring at him now, watching how his blues gloss over and change color in front of you.
The moment you open your mouth to speak, he silences you by crashing his lips against yours again, this time with needy, feverish kisses. Grabbing your hips, he finally moves to stand, gripping you and placing you to sit on the edge of the large, vanished boardroom desk.
Holding your skirt up to your waist, he pulls away from you, a light smirk on his face as his vision moves south, his eyes now glued to the tiny, black string underwear you’re wearing. Biting his lips, he looks back up at you with approval. “You sure you want to do this girl?” Justin asks, his tone husky and dripping with want.
Shaking your head smoothly he arches a brow at you in question and you respond by gripping the collar of his shirt and yanking him towards you. Releasing a devilish smile, you snake your hands down his chest, a moan threatening to spill from your lips with how fucking defined his abs are. You can feel every groove and outlining perfectly.
Not wasting any more time, you work on undoing the buttons on his shirt as he stands there in all his sexy glory, his hands placed flat on the desk on either side of your body. When you’re finally done unbuttoning his shirt, you slowly let it slide off his shoulders and down his body to a heap on the floor.
Blinking a few times, you take in his frame, tall, lean and toned. Smiling crookedly, your hands dive to his pants, ripping off his belt and then the button, before you pull down the zipper, but he stops you, a light chuckle escaping his lips.
“My turn to undress you honeybee.” He winks and your hands fall limp, a wave of anticipation coursing through your veins by the endearing tone of his voice.
Gaining control, Justin gently pulls your blouse out of your skirt and yanks it up over your head and off your arms. He didn’t even bother to unbutton it since he seems to be a little anxious to be graced with your naked flesh. Pausing briefly to take in the black bra you’re wearing, his hands snake around to your back, swiftly unpinning it in one try. Damn, you’re thinking he’s had practice but that doesn’t faze you at all.
Breathing deeply, you continue to watch him lecherously as he dives to your mounds, his tongue wild and swirling around your nipples, causing them to harden, causing you to moan.
Keeping his suction on you, he slicks his hand underneath your skirt, gripping your underwear and pulling it off you in one swift motion. Pulling away, he gives you a look of pure hunger, like a hunter after its prey. Smiling, he leans forward, pressing his lips to your ear as his fingers dive to your most private area, his fingertips flicking your bud and parting your folds before he inserts one of his long fingers inside of you. “How bad do you want it babe?” He whispers huskily, causing every hair on your body to stand on edge.
Jumping from the intrusion, you moan in acceptance, your hands dropping to his pants to push them down and pull him out of his confinements. When you’re successful, you grip him firmly, hearing him hiss, loving the thickness and weight of his erection in your warm palms.
Thrusting his finger into your depth, he licks his lips while looking at you, reading you. “Come on honeybee…answer me.” He coxes you, your pleasure numbing your thoughts temporarily, causing you to forget how to speak.
“I…uh god!” Your voice melts into a gasp when he inserts a second finger, his thrusts now fast and harsh as he twists and wriggles them inside of you, finger-fucking you.
“You need to do better than that honeybee. Tell me…I want to hear you say it. I want to hear how bad you want my dick all up inside of you, filling you, fucking your tight little pussy.” He growls, his hand working overtime. Shit, you can’t believe you’re already close, a mixture of his words and what he’s doing to you driving you crazy. “Say it or I’ll stop girl.”
“Shit Justin, I want it so bad.” You moan despite yourself. You can’t even believe this is happening.
“What’s that babe? Speak up.” He probes, dipping his head to kiss your lips and then neck softly, your head hanging back as your breathing picks up.
“Damn it! Fuck me Justin! Now! Please…” You plead, not able to take his torturous teasing anymore.
Ripping his lips from your hot skin, he grins deviously at you. “Now was that so hard?” Slowing down his speed when he feels you clamping around his fingers, he gently pulls them out, causing you to whimper. Ugh, why did he do that? You were so close…
Then your eyes widen when you see that he’s slowly stroking his length, preparing himself for you.
Leaning forward, he pushes your skirt up around your waist before he grips your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk, wrapping your legs around his slender waist. “You know, I think this is the best we’ve ever gotten along.” He snickers, causing you to smirk at him but all that is brushed aside when the head of his dick begins pressing against your entrance…causing your juices to flow.
“Oh god.” You fall back on your elbows, your eyes fixated on how his muscles flex and relax as he begins entering you, stretching you, driving you fucking insane with how surprisingly amazing it all feels.
Taking in deep breaths, Justin’s eyes are glued to where you two connect, studying how he swiftly slides into you, his length disappearing as you swallow him whole. “Fuck girl…” he groans, stopping when he can’t go any further.
Really, what are you doing? This is so crazy and it’s not like he’s some sex god. He’s just Justin, the guy you hate but right now need to fuck the shit out of you and make you cum.
“Justin…please…” You beg, his lingering movements threatening to make you scream out in frustration.
Gathering his bearings, he locks eyes with you, gripping your waist tightly and by the look in his eyes, you know he’s far gone…delving in your most intimate connection.
And without a word, he pulls all the way out then slams back into you forcefully, your eyes widening in shock, your body rippling with pleasure.
“Uh god yes…” You cry out as he sets his pace, fucking you, pushing in and pulling out of you with a slight swivel in his hips.
“You like that don’t you girl?” He inquires cockily and you don’t care that he is. You nod, too taken with what he’s doing to you to respond. He’s free to be cocky all he wants since he’s buried deep inside of you, hitting your spot, his dick piercing you in the most provocative way.
“Shit, just like that Justin.” You grind your hips with his, desperate to feel every inch of what he has to offer, fighting to hold off your already building orgasm. Sitting up slightly, you grab his shoulders, wrapping your arms around him and he takes the initiative of gripping you under your thighs to hoist you off the desk. Remaining lodged inside of you, he whips around and before you’re aware of what’s happening, he slams your back against the wall.
Not given time to process your thoughts, his lips crash against yours as he holds your legs around his waist, bending his knees and thrusting upwards into you, filling you completely as you’re sandwiched between the wall and his rock solid body.
He continues to kiss you, deep, fierce and skillfully, stealing the air right out of your lungs as he keeps thrusting into you wildly…in and out…in and out…grinding, penetrating…fucking you. And it’s just too fucking sweet for words.
Not able to take in any air, you rip your mouth away from his, gasping, inhaling sharply as your arms remain wrapped around his neck while you gaze deep into his dark blues, loving the way he bites his mouth as he stares back at you, light coats of sweat now glistening on both your bodies.
Giving you a half-smile, his hands move to your waist, squeezing you there tightly and affectionately while your legs remain latched around him.
“Oh god…oh boy…” you let out a guttural moan, your orgasm ripping through your resistance as you’re just about ready to explode.
“Don’t fight it honeybee, let those juices flow.” He whispers to you seductively and your eyes widen, feeling his dick pulsing inside of you as his body twitches; he’s close, but he won’t let go unless you do first.
And you really can’t take it anymore, this is just…too much. You can’t believe you’re here, you and your supposed enemy fucking in the fucking boardroom of where you work. You’re so going to get fired for this…but right now you don’t care. All you care about is how Justin makes you feel…
Then you scream loudly when he unexpectedly pulls almost all the way out and rams back into you roughly, his hips moving in a circular motion that literally milks your orgasm, causing it to overpower you, your body trembling like an earthquake. You’re hoping no one heard you but you know the both of you are alone so it’s all good. Gripping onto Justin, you bury your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent before your hands smooth over his freshly shaven face and move up to his hair.
He’s still moving inside of you, grunting, breathing deeply as your walls continue to contract around him, his thrusts short and sharp as his dick twitches before he groans out a “goddamn…” finally giving in and letting go, his thick cum permeating you.
Wrapping his arms around you, Justin breathes deeply as he lets go his weight, pinning you against the wall. Dropping his head, he kisses your lips tenderly before he snakes his fingers through your hair, your breasts crushed against his toned chest. “Shit honeybee.” He breathes heavily, his heart thumping as harshly as yours as you both hold onto each other trying to come down from your highs.
“That was something else.” You finally find your voice, your lips connecting to the cooling flesh of Justin’s neck as he nods in agreement with you before he pushes you both off the wall, carrying you over to the chair and plopping down with you still in his arms.
Finally pulling away to glare at each other, you both exchange stares before you giggle lightly and he chuckles.
“How’s that for settling our differences?” He jokes and you slap his bare, freckled chest playfully.
“Definitely a good start.” You retort with a playful smile and he frowns.
“A start eh? So when is this settlement going to be over?” He inquires interestingly as you feel him growing limp inside of you.
“Who said anything about it being over? I’m betting there will be other times when we argue and don’t get along and I’m thinking this is a really good way to solve the situation besides talking it out of course. Call it an agreement if you will.” You try to keep a straight face but when Justin shoots you a disbelieving glare you can’t help but crack up.
“Ok, I’m down with that.” He smiles. “That’s fair game, but don’t go picking fights with me on purpose now.” He wriggles his eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes exaggeratingly at him.
“I should be telling you that.” You point out, finally getting up and off him and he shrugs. Pulling down your skirt over your thighs, you watch as he fixes himself back into his dress pants before zipping it up. “We should really get dressed and do this project thing else it’s our asses on the line tomorrow.” You’re finally coming back to reality and really, there is no time left and your boss hates lateness.
Moving around to gather both your clothes, you feel Justin come up behind you, gripping your ass firmly before his arms snake around you from behind. “I happen to like your round ass. And we’ll get the work done, don’t worry about it.” He whispers against your ear before turning you around. “So, what do you say we take this little project home and do some serious overtime?” He winks at you and you’d maybe call him out for being too overconfident all the time, but shit, that idea sounds too tempting to refuse.
“Sure, your place or mine?” You smile.
“We can swing by my place first so I can grab a change of work clothes for tomorrow and head over to yours. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good.” You state surprisingly. You could get used to this.
“Sweet, because I have every intention of making you scream like those people in the horror movies only, with a whole new concept on the matter.” He states calmly though you can see the amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“I think…we just might make a good team yet.” You giggle, staring into his deep blues before the both of you succumb to laughing fits, the tension between the two of you finally dissipating into thin air…for now.
*The End*
