Working alone in the china department at a luxury department store, I was dusting a shelf of silver picture frames when the guy I fucked in a gangbang a month ago, Zach, entered my department. He had recognized me a week ago when his fiancée brought him in to pick china patterns. He’s called me here at work last week to make his intentions towards me perfectly clear. He wants to fuck again. I told him know when I wanted to say yes. And now, here he is.

My breath caught in my throat as he strode in, confident and cool in his open shirt grey suit. I stood there frozen in my heels, flouncy spring skirt and flimsy sheer blouse with the feather duster in my hand, staring at him as he approached. I wanted to spit out, ‘what are you doing here?’ but I calmly asked, “May I help you?”

He took my hand. I set down the duster and let him lead me to a back corner far from the aisle. We stopped near the stock room door.

“You’re perfect. Classy, hot, down for anything,” he murmured. “I want to be inside you every second of every day. It’s all I can think about.”

In a hushed voice, I frantically replied, “You’re getting married. You can’t think this way. Get your head straight!”

“She doesn’t excite me like you. I see your cunt when I’m fucking her.”

He stepped up to kiss me but I pushed him back.

“Not here. There are cameras,” I said, though I knew the odds of security watching this low crime area was slim to none.

I turned to key in the security code on the stock room door. It clicked open and he followed me inside. The door closed behind us. I led him behind the last row of shelves stacked with boxes before turning to face him. He pressed me against the cold cinder block wall. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder as he kissed my hair.

“I want you,” he murmured. “I want you so bad.”

His hand went under my flouncy skirt. He traced the junction above my thighs and I parted my legs to allow him easier access. His fingers probed my moist folds to soak his fingertips in my essence. He raised his hand and pressed the two fingers to my lips, tracing them lightly over them, smearing my nectar over my lip gloss and down to my chin. When my lips parted with a sigh, he pushed his fingers in, stroking my tongue as he urged me to suck them clean. I did, loving his sinewy fingers moving over my tongue. He withdrew his fingers to give me a deep, feverish kiss as though he were a starving man seeking out every crevice of my mouth. I couldn’t stifle my moans. I wanted him so badly. Making out, my hands moving over his strong shoulders, his hot breath hitched near my ear. I was wet and ready to fuck.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me, now.”

His hands latched on to my ass to hoist me up onto a counter. He pulled up my skirt before ripping off my string bikini panties as I covered his face in kisses. I opened my legs wide. He unzipped his pants to take out his hard dick which he fisted in a tight grip until it was red. It was big and meaty. He playfully tapped his swollen head against my exposed slit, taunting me for a long moment before allowing the full length to rub against me.

“Beg for it,” he said.

I was trembling when I whispered, “Please. Please. Hurry.”

He pressed his cock forward and I threw my head back as it slid in. Such a perfect fit, smooth and girthy and just the right length. This was my favorite cock!

“Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned as he began to move it in and out.

His hands helped me balance as my shoulder bumped against the wall. His face was caught up in the lust of illicit day sex in a stock room with someone other than his fiancé. My inner muscles milked him as my knees clenched his hips in a vise grip before falling to the sides once more. Worked up, it didn’t take me long.

“I’m going to cum,” I muttered. “Oh, Ohhhhh!”

“Yeah,” he said.

He was ramming as though he was out of control as an orgasm ripped through me. My hands gripped his jacket and he kept pummeling me until he thrusted into me balls deep and held it there, groaning through gritted teeth. He came with a loud groan and I threw my hand over his mouth to stifle it. We remained there, stuck together as we kissed open mouth and long. After a minute, he withdrew. He put his sticky semi-hard manhood back into his pants before zipping it up.

“We can’t do this again,” I said, closing my legs. “I can lose my job. This is a one-time thing. See Eden if you want, but you and me, this has to stop.”

He smirked and gave me a small peck on my cheek.

“See you, Paige.”

With that, he left the stock room. Cum filled mess was dribbling down my thigh. With my skirt pulled up to my waist, I held it in place as I waddled over to a stack of tissue paper used for gift wrapping, wadded up a bunch of it up and wiped the mess moistening my upper thighs. Once clean, I smoothed down my skirt, picked up my ripped panties and wrapped them in tissue paper as well. I left the stock room and took a short walk to the elevators to dispose of the wadded paper in a public trashcan. A cool draft wafted up my bare legs as I returned to my department to pick up the feather duster to mindlessly dust. This cannot continue. Or can it?

*Abridged excerpt from Eden Wild on Amazon. FREE on Kindle Unlimited!