Page 53 of Waiting for Acceptance (Nashville Nights #5)

LAUREN

I have thought of about fifty different ways to get Fitz out of going to this dinner tomorrow night, and all of them would make it insanely obvious that I don’t want him to meet my parents.

Which would probably raise questions, and since I don’t want to lie about anything else in my life, I’d have to tell the truth and at that point he might as well just meet them.

I click my pen repeatedly as I stare blankly at my computer screen.

The fact that I don’t even have the motivation to work today because I’m so worried about this has me tense and irritated.

I’ve got a knot in my neck the size of a golf ball and no matter how much I try to get it to go away, it just keeps coming back with a vengeance.

My phone vibrates on my desk and I look down to see Fitz’s name pop up on the screen.

Fitz

You look…troubled.

I look up to see him standing down the hallway, facing me with his phone in his hand, as one of the tech guys stands with a laptop in his hands in front of him.

Me

Just a knot in my neck I can’t get rid of. I see you’re back to your old ways of texting while someone is speaking to you. eye roll emoji

Fitz

Well, he’s not talking, he’s waiting for this computer to load to ask me a question and insisted I stay right here because it would be “really quick”

Me

I’m more surprised that you listened.

Fitz

Well, I can’t beat the view from here.

I bite my lip, smiling down at my screen.

Fitz

Stop biting your lip. It drives me almost as crazy as you rolling those pretty blue eyes.

I look up to see a smirking Fitz, and of course, roll my eyes.

Fitz

What happens when you roll your eyes, Trouble?

Me

You give me a reason to.

Fitz

Do I need to come in there and make good on my promise…again.

Me

You wouldn’t.

I watch him from my office, then look down and wait for the text bubbles to pop up but they don’t. A moment later I hear my office door shut and look up to see a very hungry-looking Fitz locking the door.

“Fitz, what the hell?! You scared me to death.” My hand flies up to my chest and he makes his way over to my desk, laying his palms flat on the top of it, his icy-blue eyes burning a hole in mine.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” I smirk and stand up from my chair, walking around to where he’s standing before running a hand down his back.

“I would never.” My tone causes him to turn and face me. I’m about to walk back over and open the door, ushering him back to his IT guy, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me around to face him. Then he takes several calculated steps towards me, causing me to back further and further into my office.

“But you do . Every single day. Wearing these dresses that accentuate every delicious curve you have. In these heels I’d like to have wrapped around my head…

or my waist.” He finally stops when I bump into a table, and my chest is heaving with every breath.

The scent of his cologne surrounds me, intoxicating me.

He smells so good I just want to strip him out of his damn suit and wrap myself around him.

He picks me up, causing me to squeal, and plants my ass firmly on top of my printer. “Fitz, what are you doing?”

“I need you, baby.” Then his hands wrap around my neck, and his lips come crashing down on mine.

I spread my legs and grip his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

I relax when I feel the warmth from his body on my thighs.

His tongue swipes along the seam of my lips and I part them.

He tilts my head back to deepen our kiss, claiming me with every movement.

“Does this work?” he growls against my lips, pulling at the zipper that goes all the way down the front of my dress.

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. He doesn’t hesitate to pull the zipper all the way down, shoving the dress off my arms, leaving me in nothing but my bra, underwear, and high heels. I hold his shoulders as he grips the waistband of my thong, lifting myself up for him while he pulls them down.

For a split second, I wonder, who the hell I become when I’m with him?

If you would have told me a month ago I’d be sitting half naked in my office, about to get fucked on my printer by the guy I yelled at for stealing it once, I’d have said you were delusional.

But I know who I become when I’m with him.

I become his—to do with as he pleases—because there’s nothing he’s given me that I haven't been eager to take.

Which is why I move swiftly to unhook his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock, that’s already hard and glistening with precum for me.

I wrap my hand around him, pumping at a painstakingly slow speed. “How bad do you need me, Fitz?” I tilt my chin up, seeing his eyes darken and the muscles in his jaw tighten.

“More than air, Trouble. I might stop breathing if I’m not sinking into your pussy in the next thirty seconds.” He presses his hips forward, but I tighten my grip on him, causing a growl to rumble in his chest.

“Say please, Fitz.”

“Please, Trouble. I’ll fucking beg if I have to.” I slowly tease my entrance with his tip, and his hands grip either side of my ass. “But I really don’t want to have to beg.”

“Why not?” I narrow my eyes on him and slide just his tip inside.

“Because I want you to need me just as badly.” Before I can respond, he uses his grip on my ass to plunge into me and my mouth falls open with a silent scream.

“Fuck, I love the way you fit around me.” He looks down between us, watching as his cock slides almost all the way out of me before he sinks back in.

I hold onto his shoulders as he picks up his pace, causing the printer to hit the wall with every thrust.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I plead with him, feeling my climax inching closer and closer. He pulls one of my breasts out of my bra, sucking it into his mouth without losing his rhythm. The sensation is almost too much to handle. I can feel him everywhere and I just want more .

“Yes. Harder.”

“Someone is going to come barging into this office with as much noise as we’re making,” he tells me, keeping the same pace as before.

“I don’t care. You better not stop.” The devilish smile on his face at my words has me wrapping my hands around his neck to pull his lips back to mine with urgency.

He pulls my other breast out, palming it as he thrusts so deep inside me, tears spring to my eyes.

I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone before.

The desperation to feel someone the way I feel him.

His hands on my body, his lips on mine, his scent all over me, and his cock hitting places I never knew possible before him.

“V-V-Vince.” I can’t even catch my breath as my climax travels from the tips of my toes, all the way up my back until I’m gripping his shoulders for dear life, trying to keep from screaming his name.

“I’ve got you, baby. Soak my cock with your sweet cum, I’ll swallow every one of your screams.” Then his lips are back on mine, and he does just what he promised.

Every moan that tries to escape me he swallows.

Then he pulls away and wraps his hand around my mouth, tight, as he fucks me even harder.

His eyes travel down my body, watching from where we connect, to where my tits bounce freely, back up to my face—where there’s a longing in my eyes I’m sure he can see.

“Your eyes have always been one of my favorite things about you, but fuck. They’re even prettier when they’re begging for me.

” He smirks at me and my body is on fire again as another orgasm hits me out of left field.

I moan into his hand and he thrusts twice more before I feel him empty himself inside me.

He moves his hand from over my mouth and leans in to kiss me.

It’s soft and sweet in comparison to the way he just absolutely railed me.

When he pulls out and takes a step back I hear something that causes my eyes to widen.

Fitz helps me down, and his cum leaks down my leg as he picks my dress up from where I was sitting.

I turn around and my hand flies to my mouth when I see the absolute trash pile that is my printer.

It’s completely busted, the small screen on the front is glitching and the paper tray is holding on by a thread.

“You actually put a label that says Property of Lauren Long on your printer?” he snickers and I turn around to glare at him.

“You literally just fucked my printer to death and that’s what you’re worried about?” He gives me a playfully defensive look.

“Well don’t make it sound like I had my dick in the cartridge holder, that’s weird.” I snatch my dress from his hands and start getting myself dressed.

“You owe me a new printer.” I zip my dress up and fluff my hair, trying to not look like I just had office demolishing sex.

Fitz is smirking at me as he rights himself as well, fixing his suit jacket and running his fingers through his dark locks.

Then I pick up my phone and scroll through to catch up on everything, smiling at the picture Shane sent of Hendrix, Cece, and Poe in the kiddie pool at their house.

Fitz clears his throat. “Should I be jealous of whatever you’re smiling at?” I look up at him, locking my phone before I toss it back down on my desk.

“What are you doing right now?”

He frowns. “That didn’t answer my question. But nothing. I.T Steve can get fucked.” My face falls and he shrugs. “What’s up?”

I roll my eyes, sitting in my chair to finish up the email I abandoned earlier.

“Well, the group wants to go out this weekend and I want to go shopping for something to wear. You wanna go with me?” I expect him to regret telling me he had nothing to do and say he’s actually going to go finish helping IT, but I’m surprised when I look up to see him smiling.

“Hell yeah. I’ll drive.”

“We have an hour and a half before my showings start, think you can handle it?” I hit send, lock my computer, and grab my bag from beneath my desk.

“This may surprise you, but I have been shopping before.”

I smirk at him. “Not with me you haven’t.” He gives me a confused look, but when I go to walk around my desk, my expression soon matches his.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, stopping at the door.

“Where are my panties?” I whisper, catching a glimmer in his eye.

“Where they need to be.” He pulls them out of his pocket and my eyes pop.

“Fitz. I need my underwear back. What if I have to try on clothes?”

He shrugs. “Then you can have them back then. For now, they’re staying with me.” He shoves them back in his pocket and opens the door, waving a hand for me to walk out first. I catch Luther standing in the hallway with his mouth hanging open.

“We’re heading out.” I wave a finger between me and Fitz and he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“Happy hump day.” Then he looks Fitz up and down, and I move in front of Fitz, tilting my head at Luther before pushing Fitz out the front door.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, Trouble,” he whispers in my ear before opening my door for me.

I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not jealous…” I kind of am, but I know it’s stupid to be. I adjust to the feeling of his cum between my legs as I sit down and he leans in closer to me.

“I would never break Luther’s printer.” He winks at me and I have to fight the smile trying to creep onto my lips.

“Shut up and get in the car.”

“Yes ma’am.”