Closet Rendezvous
Bianca is working on finalizing her boss’s schedule for the week when she gets a text from Garrett in the research department on the second floor. Garrett is in desperate need of some stress relief, and he caught Bianca at the right time to meet him in the supply closet for a rendezvous. In truth, Bianca could use the sexual remedy to her stressful work week, too.
Age Rating: 18+
Chapter 1
Closet Rendezvous
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.
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.
