He had insisted that she put on pajamas, as she had said she liked. I mean, first he'd complimented her on her dress, told her she looked beautiful, and only then had he suggested it, in case she wanted to get more comfortable. It was somewhat of a tradition to be in your pajamas on Sutton game nights, so Missy had no problem agreeing. At least not until opening the drawers where she kept the hoodies she'd been wearing to sleep lately found them empty. That's when it dawned on her: they were all in the pile of dirty clothes she'd put in the washing machine minutes before she started getting ready for her date with Logan. Which meant she had no choice but to wear her real favorite pajamas, the same ones that were currently piled in the back of her last drawer, so her eyes wouldn't find them so easily. Because they all had some kind of print or themed figure: Sailor Moon, Disney, Star Wars... There wasn't even one that didn't remind her of her way of being and how... Most people judged
-Hmmm… – Missy looked away to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap, not quite knowing how to explain that without looking like a fool – Well, yes. You know... It was one of my dad's favorite movies. He was the one who started this tradition of taking some family time just to talk, eat popcorn and have fun, at least once a month. After… he was gone… – she swallowed – Megan and I decided that we would never let game nights die. That way... We could keep a part of him alive too. – Missy looked at her cell phone screen with a sad smile – And the Indiana Jones trilogy was one of his favorites. When I watch it, it doesn't just entertain me, you know? It seems... It seems that his memories become more vivid. – she admitted, still focused only on her hands – I know it doesn't make sense, but… Sometimes, as the movie goes by, everything looks so much the same as when I was a child and he hugged us… That I almost feel like he was still on my side. As if my memories of him had come
- Missy. – he interrupted her again, this time framing her face between his hands, to make her face him – Stop worrying about what I'm going to like or not. I wasn't just being nice when I said I wanted this night to be about you and what you like. It is the truth. I want you to introduce me to the things you love. And I want to see you smile while you do that. The intensity in his gaze disconcerted her, and hungrily she searched her memory to some game that could act as an intermediary between something she liked to do and something that maybe Logan already knew... - Do you know how to play poker? she asked suddenly, which seemed to surprise Logan. - Uh... Yes, I know – his eyebrows furrowed – Do you know? I confess that this was not what I expected. He laughed softly. - It's one of the games Megan and I have known since we were babies. – she explained, feeling the excitement of being able to tell him about it wash over her – My grandmother just loved it. We used to play for hours
Dumbfounded, Logan watched her perfect game across the glass table, clearly incredulous. But she allowed him only a few moments of shock, as she soon demanded, barely recognizing her own voice from the amount of firmness and demand there. - Take it off! – he growled, practically climbing on top of the table as she leaned over to get a better look at that tent growing between his legs. - I don't know what's wrong with this deck... - Logan grumbled, as he stood up - Well, at least I had the opportunity to see those sexy breasts. – He winked seductively at her, before finally removing the last piece of clothing, leaving his penis, already completely erect and desirous, naked in front of her – Satisfied, you bossy? He chuckled, teasing her again. But Missy barely had time to register their teasing as she soon found herself crawling quickly across the table, practically launching herself on his luscious cock and thrusting it inside her mouth. - Shit... - Logan moaned, as she began to su
She had returned to work almost normally. Which was a step forward, certainly. At least Megan and her therapist had cheered when she told them that she wanted to come back to her office regularly to continue the software development. Of course, it was still hard to live with Suzan's acidic comments and cruel teasing, as well as Liam's disgusted and irritated look whenever they ended up seeing each other in the distance, but at least now it didn't seem unbearable anymore. The wound in her chest was still there, and sometimes the smallest things would trigger it, opening it up again, but Missy couldn't help but recognize that it was healing, little by little. She had even replaced some decorations and pictures from her favorite books, movies and anime in her room and in the other rooms of her house, the same ones she had removed and hidden shortly after the party. Sometimes a twinge of unease still afflicted her when she looked at them and remembered how many people would laugh at her
-No, no... - Wanting to reassure him, Missy placed her hands on both of his cheeks, caressing that beautiful face as she felt the soft scratch of the stubble that was there - It wasn't that. I just… – she bit her lip, shyly meeting his gaze – I wanted… I really wanted to see you. - Oh, Missy… – he whispered, looking delighted as he squeezed her even tighter in his arms, making her moan as she felt her breasts being pressed against that firm chest – I also spent the whole morning wanting to see you. I confess that I had to control myself not to go to your office and disturb your work. – he admitted with an embarrassed smile, making her gasp. - You would never get in my way. – Missy couldn't stop herself from smiling sweetly, barely able to believe that he was feeling the same way she did that morning – But, I… I'm not disturbing you, am I? – she wanted to make sure, worried. - Of course not. – he laughed, leaning down to give her a slow and sweet kiss that made her panties wet even m
And, before she could even blink, he had already turned her around again, placing her abruptly on all fours on the table, before pulling her against him, pressing her back against his chest and spreading each of his hands inside From her knees to keep her legs wide open for him, before he entered her with a single, steady thrust that had her screaming with pleasure. Feeling her body spasm with the satisfaction of finally having him inside her, Missy could only put both trembling arms behind her, trying to cling to his neck as Logan continued to thrust hard and fast, making sounds so loud it felt like someone was clapping inside the empty office. -Damn, I knew this position was going to open your pussy… – he groaned avidly, but she was so lost in her own delirium that she barely noticed – But I didn't expect it to be so… Good. – something in that word, spoken wildly between teeth, made another wave of pleasure run through her body – Damn, so tight… I don't know why I'm still surprised…
For a second, Missy just looked confused at the various employees, models and influencers who were standing there, looking directly at them, some with amazed expressions, some embarrassed and a few with amused and sly smiles, especially her friends, who were all around her. around Simon's desk, looking at her and Logan approvingly, but also good-naturedly... That's when it hit her. They had screamed and moaned freely, as they always did when they were together at his house or her apartment... The only difference was that they weren't in either of those two places. They were in his office, in a central point of the agency, in the middle of the day. And everyone nearby had probably heard the unmistakable screams, groans and grunts from within the room. And they knew perfectly well what she and Logan had been doing. Blushing so hard she felt her skin burn, Missy gasped in horror as Logan's expression, once soft and affectionate, turned menacing as he glared directly at each of the pe