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Chapter 18 by Ulap38 Ulap38

How do you respond?

Gotta take a Raincheck

You take a look in Greg's direction and can't help yourself.

"Sorry Diane, but I got a work lunch I have to be at," you text back. Well you don't "have" to be there, but it's not a total lie. "Take a raincheck?"

You wait for a response, which isn't long before Diane sends you a thumbs up emoji indicating it was okay. You felt kind of guilty, but as you look over at the silver fox that is Greg Saunders, the guilt is melted away by sheer horniness.

You put your phone away and make your way over to where he's standing. Smiling impishly, you bring a hand down and give the older man a pinch on the bottom.

"Wha-!? Oh, Suzy! Ha, guess I had that coming!" He says with a hearty chuckle.

"You did," you laugh with him. "Have any plans for lunch, Greg?"

"I was going to head down to the catering area. Care to join me, Mrs. Jones?" He asks with charm, and you could swear flirtation.

You smirk at him. "I thought we weren't being formal, 'Mr. Saunders,'" you tease him.

Greg returns your smirk. "We're not, but I like the way it rolls off the tongue."

You can't help yourself. "You like the way your name rolls off my tongue?"

"Very much so," he admits. "Suzy, I do have to confess something."

"Oh?" You ask, breath coming out a little faster as you wait to see where this flirtation is going.

"Well," he makes sure no nosy employees are listening in. "I'd rather your tongue do other things than saying my name."

You vaguely remember grabbing his hand. Next thing you know you're in one of the building's single stall bathrooms. The two of you are kissing fiercely, one of your hands in his hair, the other running along his crotch. For his part one of Greg's hands is gripping your ass with possessive forcefulness while the other is deftly reaching for the bathroom door lock. He succeeds in flipping it to "in service," then re-focuses his attention on some of the best kissing you've had in years.

Through the haze of lust you knew with a lunchbreak you wouldn't have much time. You have to decide what you wanted to do now. Keeping in mind you'd have the whole trip to get more creative.

What's next?

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