TROPES: CONTRACT, OFFICE, JEALOUSY
Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.
Ben’s finally been on the receiving end of Sarah’s touch, and it hasn’t eased the tension between them one bit. It makes how she disappeared in the middle of the night from his home hit him all the harder.
Ben wants more from their arrangement, prompting him to draw up a new contract and corner her in her cubicle at work.
Will she agree to the new terms of their relationship or will she cut him off completely?
Dive into this short, playful erotica story now.
an excerpt from "Workplace taboos: BEN II"
Ben enjoyed the second glimpse he always got of Sarah after she cleaned herself up in the bathroom by his office. The way her skirt swished around those hips and thighs made him want her all over again.
Who was he kidding? It took nothing for him to want her.
She winked at him as she usually did, but instead of turning the corner, Luke caught her with an arm around her waist, and he bent to whisper in her ear. Her hand braced against his chest as she laughed and smiled up at him.
Ben’s blood boiled with rage and jealousy.
Sarah patted him and scampered away, leaving Luke at the corner of the hall, turning to meet Ben’s gaze. The darker man’s brow rose, hands shoved into his pockets as they tested each others’ desire for the woman who’d just fled back to her desk in the office across the floor.
It wasn’t as though Ben didn’t know she’d slept with Luke. That’s how Ben had caught his first glimpse of her, heard his first whispered conversation about her, piqued his interest.
But now, he didn’t want anyone else touching her at work except for him.
Luke shook his head and took a few steps back before turning into the employee lounge.
Clenching his jaw, Ben tried to start his morning, to distract from the possessive emotions tightening his collar against his throat, until he couldn’t stand it any longer. Shoving away from his desk, Ben stalked across the hall to find Sarah making coffee with her mini espresso machine.
The mirth in her gaze enhanced the small lift of her lips.
Ben tried to breathe, to calm himself enough to gain a semblance of rationality.
“I can make this one yours if you want.”
Fuck, he wanted to smooth his hand up her back and lean her into him.
“I don’t want you to sleep with Luke anymore.” The plainest truth he could manage. He wanted to keep her in his office all day and not let go of her.
Sarah blinked, paused, and finished steaming her milk. All of her playfulness evaporated. She shut off the wand, swirled the milk, and hit it on a counter towel. Her silence froze his guts because when her gaze swung up to meet his, he found himself looking at a completely new Sarah.
Ben clenched his jaw again. “I don’t want–”
Her hand shot up between them to silence him, and she shook her head. “No.”
She poured the milk into her sparkly, black skull mug and dumped her dishes into the sink.
Ben didn’t budge, waiting for her to finish putting away her machine. When she met his gaze with those beautiful hazel eyes, they were dark and threatened to draw blood.
And he clenched every muscle to keep from yanking her into a kiss.
“What fucking right…”
“He is my subordinate.”
Her bark of laughter had no humor behind it. “I knew it wasn’t smart to sleep with the boss.”
“Sarah.” How could he explain himself?
“Review your fucking contract.” Sarah stepped around him, anticipating him reaching for her, and slipping out of his grasp. “Don’t follow me, or this is over.”
Ben’s chest collapsed into itself a little, and watching her go wasn’t the pleasant or teasing experience he usually had.
The temptation to follow her made him take measured steps back to his office, a force of will he should be used to battling by now.
Every time he brought up something to work on, he stalled. What were his options? How could he explain how he was feeling without making him sound like a selfish hypocrite. Not that he played with anyone else at work anymore. Not that he had in a while.
But he was married. And if he had to choose between Sarah and Christine, his wife would always be first. Ben didn’t think Sarah understood how hard that choice would be though. How he’d feel like he was losing some part of himself if he let her go.
So how did he fix this?
He didn’t know.
He didn’t fucking know.