Between the Sheets

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“Let’s go take a walk,” J whispered. My eyes met his with trepidation. I have never been to a dinner party with Professional J and met my lover in the same room. Normally the two do not mix. I don’t begrudge him that. Even I can “act” for an evening.

But, when my eyes met J’s, I knew we’d be on the hunt for a secluded place outside the hotel lobby. He took my hand from my lap and pulled me off of the barstool. We made our way through the crowd, trying not to attract conversation or glances from anyone. I felt like a teenager sneaking out of a high school prom.

Adonis stopped us on the way out, looking for some professional advice. For a moment, the fantasy that was developing in my head faded. J began talk about writs, motions, precedent…And then, he reminded Adonis that he was too young to think about work all the time. Adonis laughed nervously for a moment. J offered our tab at the bar to Adonis and a suggested conversation with some colleagues from the other firm. We sidestepped our way out of the room.

Around the corner and out the door, we were in the alleyway between the hotel and the parking structure. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“Well, here for a kiss for the moment.” He pressed his lips to mine firmly before I could protest. A City alleyway isn’t the best location to pause for intimacy. As his tongue teased mine, I felt strangely shrouded by his body against me. It was an indiscriminate moment, as my hands found their way under his suit jacket and up his back. We jumped at a noise farther down the alley. J laughed for a second at my nervousness. “God, Lo, you’d think we’ve never done this before.”

“No. We’re just rusty. It’s been a while since our exhibitionist streak ran hot.”

“True. Come on.” He led me into the parking structure elevator.

J propped me in the corner of the elevator and brought my legs around his waist. His hands pushed their way up my thighs, revealing the tops of my stockings and garter belt. I hadn’t worn any panties. Truth be told, I detest them. J wasn’t surprised that even to such a Citi-fied function I’d be without. My liberal “fuck you,” he calls it. His hips dug into mine as our breath mingled about each other’s necks. My hands were wrapped at his shoulders and in his hair. My mouth stayed near his ear as he explored my body so that he could feel every breath warm and heightened, every sigh and moan expelled from my body. I wanted him inside me and was prepared to stay in that elevator as long as it took.

The doors opened.

Eight floors up, we were on the roof.

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