Closet Rendezvous
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V. J. Villamayor
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Chapter 1
Closet Rendezvous
GrabItGarrett
Having a shit day. Meet me in the usual place?
BumbleeBee
What pissed in your coffee?
GrabItGarrett
I don’t really want to talk about it, it’ll just piss me off some more.
BumbleeBee
K.
GrabItGarrett
So…
BumbleeBee
What? I’m typing up the boss’s event schedule. Some of us *actually* have shit to do, you know?
GrabItGarrett
…2nd floor?
BumbleeBee
Fine. Meet you there in 15. xx
Bianca grumbled as she closed the chat window on her office computer and continued typing up her boss’s event schedule.
It was the company’s busiest time of the year, and her boss always had a booked-up week that was meticulously scheduled.
Garrett actually messaged at a good time. She was so wound up and frustrated that she needed a well-deserved break.
With a final click, Bianca sent off the email and dug in her bag for her small makeup case before logging out and stepping out of her office.
As she walked into the empty elevator, she smoothed down her high-waisted black pencil skirt and unbuttoned one of her buttons to relax her neckline down to her ample cleavage.
With a ding, the elevator opened onto the second floor, and she sashayed down the deserted corridor of the research floor.
The staff on the research floor only ever left their cubicles to refill their coffee mugs before scurrying back, so whenever Bianca and Garrett had their little rendezvous, no one ever noticed them slip into the spacious closet.
“God, it took you long enough.”
“Like I said, some of us actually have work to do.”
A dim light flicked on, and Bianca saw Garrett eyeing her as he leaned against the deep shelves behind him. He was palming the front of his trousers and already breathing hard.
Garrett smirked. He was always confident during their trysts. It was what made Bianca keep coming back.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped himself, pulling his erection out. The atmosphere in the closet heated up, and Bianca felt her nipples harden against her bra.
“On your knees,” Garrett ordered, so quietly it was almost a threat.
Bianca’s gaze glided up from his stroked cock to his eyes, and without breaking that eye contact, she slowly dropped to her knees.
The closet was barely big enough to house the shelves, equipment, and the two of them, so as she slipped onto her knees, it brought her face directly in front of his engorged member.
Garrett continued to stroke himself with one hand while the other flicked her straining blouse button, easily popping it open and allowing Bianca’s breasts to show above her cupped bra.
“If I wasn’t short on time, I’d fuck your tits and cream all over your neck again,” Garrett whispered.
Bianca’s breathing quickened, and she couldn’t help but bite her lip. Garrett’s dirty talk made her wet. Always had.
Outside of the closet, he was polite and soft-spoken, but goddamn if his filthy mouth didn’t turn her on.
