Sugar Daddy Chronicles

23. He's Got a Big... Office

"Phoebe?" a familiar voice asks from outside of the elevator.

I look up and standing in front of me is Mr. M. He has a folder open in front of him like he was walking while reading it. I stare at him so long that the doors almost shut between us. Luckily, Mr. M has fast reflexes and his hand shot out to stop them.

With his hand on the retreating elevator door, he gives me a small smile.
"What are you doing here?" His voice sounds awed like he can't believe that I'm standing right in front of him. Obviously he didn't think I'd crack first, neither did i.

I hold up the little basket in my hand. It's my peace offering.
"I brought you some lunch. Are you hungry?"

He gives me a full on smile now and takes the basket out of my hand, always the gentleman.
"I am now, come." He gestures for me to walk in front of him. "If you're here to bring me lunch, why were you leaving?"

"SHE," I nod towards the bitch with the shocked look on her face, she stayed to make sure the elevator doors closed on me. "-thought I was a groupie and was kicking me out." Yeah, I snitched! She's lucky I won't tell him about how she wouldn't even take my name down.

"Hmm Mrs. Landrum? We'll talk about this later?" He says it softly but the woman is shaking like a leaf, you'd think he's screaming.

"Y-yes sir." She then bolts off going in the direction opposite of us.

Mr. M transfers the basket to his opposite hand and throws his arm around my shoulders. I take the folder from his hand and hold it for him. Since his hand is now free, Mr. M slides it down to the base of my spine right before it reaches the top of my butt.

He leads me to his office that's behind the receptionist's desk which is in the middle of the room. There's a big wall behind the desk so we walk around it to reach his office door which has his name engraved on a plaque. He closes it behind us as I evaluate my surroundings.

The office is spacious, almost like an apartment and there's even a glass dining room table with chairs surrounding it. Mr. M places the basket on the table but pulls me towards a second room which seems to be his personal office, unlike the previous room- this one has no windows. The walls are indigo colored and his desk is a nice dark cherry wood.

Mr. M closes the door, locks it, then he makes a beeline for my lips.

He's kissing me like we haven't seen each other in years instead of weeks. I'm not complaining though, instead I kiss him back with the same gusto.

He picks me up and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist.

Mr. M then walks us over to his desk and with one hand, the other wrapped around my waist, he pushes some papers away and sets me down in their place. He breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck while simultaneously taking off his suit jacket. Now he's just left with a plain button down shirt and tie, I quickly pull his shirt loose from its previously tucked-in position. I then angle my mouth to his so that we're kissing again.

I discard his shirt but leave his tie because I want to keep something to pull on, if the need to do so arises. Mr. M rests his hands on my thighs and pushes up my dress to expose my bright pink thong. I hate the things but panty lines simply don't work for me.

Mr. M growls in appreciation. "I like these, but they have to go." He strips them off and stuffs them in his pocket. Mr. M then drops to his knees and spreads my legs even further. "My, my Phoebe. Did you plan for this to happen?" A chuckle makes its way past his lips.

Before I can answer I feel his tongue swipe my clit. I moan in pleasure, I slightly rock my hips waiting for more. I feel one of his long fingers teasing me before it slides in with ease. Yeah, he's right when he says that I was ready, being around this man always gets me in the mood for naughty things.