Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

61. Working From Home

61

working from home

Greyson

Manhattan | April 19, 2024

Today, we’re co-working at my place, per my therapist’s suggestion. This experiment is to prove that I can have a work/life balance, maintain a relationship, and a successful career. If it goes over well, I’ll be proven wrong. Selah has been nothing but supportive of me going to therapy, and when I asked if she’d work from home with me once a week at my place, she was all for it. I was a little surprised she agreed because I know she has a routine that she likes to stick to.

So far, it’s been going well because we’ve both been busy. I have a partner’s desk in my home office, so we’re facing each other, but we haven’t been able to speak much. I must say it’s nice to be able to look up and see her face. While she can be distracting, I don’t mind. However, she can stay focused on work while I stare at her, but she argues it’s because of her ADHD medication.

I quickly realized how easy it is for her to forget to eat when she’s in her zone and locked in on a project, so I keep bringing her snacks and water. She works with headphones on, and I have no idea what she’s listening to. I’ve passed by her desk a few times to peek over her shoulder, and all I know is she better send me that playlist. I seriously underestimated what working with someone whose job is all about music would be like. She just vibes all day and types aggressively, which I now suspect is on beat with whatever she is listening to.

Another thing I’ve noticed about co-working with Selah is she’s a chair dancer, and not in the way you think. Though with the pole dancing classes, I’m certain she can do that too. She keeps rolling her hips and twerking in that damn chair. I’ve never been jealous of an inanimate object before today. I now see how she acts when she’s alone working all day. So not only is her beauty distracting, but watching her work and goof around is a turn-on for me. I’m a little concerned about my productivity today, but then I remember she logs off at noon on Fridays, so I’ll be alone after that.

The day is halfway through when Selah gets off and hops in the shower. She’ll likely curl up in my bed and read ‘til I’m off. So, I take advantage of the time apart and dive back into my to-dos before my afternoon meetings.

As we’re getting closer to Selah’s birthday, I’ve been thinking of the remaining tasks on her list she has yet to complete. We have a little over three weeks left.

She returns in the doorway of my office with her curls pulled back, and she’s wearing one of my shirts. It stops mid-thigh, and she isn’t wearing a bra. I bite my lip while I take her in because I’ve had about enough of her unknowingly seducing me today.

“What are you doing in here? You’re done for the day.”

“Well, when I’m done for the day, I like to blow off some steam. ”

“What are you saying?” I stare at her expectantly.

“I was going to grab a toy, but you’re here. So, I could use you instead.” A devious grin spreads across her face.

I love this woman. Don’t say that out loud.

I fight the urge to laugh.

“Use me? I don’t think so.”

She scoffs and scrunches up her face at me.

“You were driving me wild grinding in that damn chair all morning,” I say through gritted teeth. “If anybody’s getting used, it’s you.”

She parts her lips in surprise and her eyes light up.

“Why are you smiling? You want to be used? Thinking about your list?”

“Yes, and yes. I’m intrigued.”

Fuck it.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.” She tells me with sincerity in her eyes, and I believe her.

“Remember the safe words? I need you to repeat them for me.”

“Red means stop. Yellow means slow down or take a break. Green means

keep going.”

“You said you want to give up control, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Get on your knees,” I interrupt.

“Excuse me?!” She jerks her neck back, giving me an incredulous look. I’m going to remain firm and hope she trusts me here. I have an idea, and if she’ll help me see it through, I think she’ll like the outcome.

“I won’t repeat myself, Selah.”

She freezes, looking me up and down, and I see the war within herself before she surprises me and lowers to her knees, sitting on her feet. Joining her hands and resting them on her thighs, awaiting my next command .

“That’s my good girl.”

She beams at my praise. I glance down at my watch to look at the time, and I have a meeting in about ten minutes. Looks like I’ll have to multitask.

“Crawl to me.” My tone leaves no room for suggestion.

She rolls her eyes and makes a face. I try not to chuckle at her expression, I expected resistance, and I will not push her. She knows what to do if she’s uncomfortable, and I trust that she’ll use the safe words at any time. I know this isn’t going to be easy for her, but once she lets go, she’ll see what I’m doing for her. We have a stare down before she leans forward and gets on all fours. She slowly crawls across the floor while keeping her eyes locked on me. She sits back on her feet, hungrily awaiting my next command.

“That’s my beautiful fucking girl.”

She smiles, and it radiates the room.

“Get under my desk and face me.”

She gives me a questionable look before obeying. She gets back on all fours and arches her back, making a show of it with each sway of her hips. As she inches closer to my desk, I’m resisting the urge to smack her plump ass. Seeing her let go of that control while maintaining her confidence is making me so hard right now. She crawls and ducks below my desk, turning to face me as she sits back on her feet. I glance down at my watch again. Five minutes.

“Do you know why I have you down here?”

She nods.

“Are you going to obey me?”

She nods again, and her silence is worrying me. I’ve grown accustomed to a Selah who enjoys a little back and forth beforehand. It’s a part of our foreplay at this point.

“Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy. ”

I growl in response. My dick is straining against my pants. I reach down and undo my belt. I love watching her shudder at the jangle of the buckle. I lean back in my chair to push it backward before sitting up to pull down my slacks. My dick springs free, and she watches in awe, squeezing her thighs together. The tip glistens, and I pump it once. She gasps in response while I sit back in my chair, inching closer to her. I stare down, admiring her beauty. She has no idea how fucking amazing she looks before me. The buzzing on my watch cuts the moment short and reminds me of the meeting I have in one minute.

“I have a meeting and need to be on camera for a bit. Will you be a good girl and suck my dick?”

She answers with a nod and bites her lip.

“I’ll tell you if I need to speak to my team, and you’ll be quiet for me. If you are not quiet, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I hum in approval and gently grab her chin, directing her gaze to me, flames stirring within those coffee-brown eyes as her eager lips part for me. She settles between my legs and wraps her hand around my thick dick, teasing the crown with her skillful tongue as she licks further down the shaft. She begins stroking the base while her full lips welcomed me, sucking softly as she works her way down my length.

I let out a curse before grabbing my noise-canceling headphones as I prepare for this meeting. I review the agenda to get an idea of what will be discussed and to gauge how long this will last. These usually tend to be an hour, give or take. Judging by the heavy agenda, we have several different teammates needing to take the floor to discuss different projects and updates within the SoulBlend app.

Due to it being a monthly rundown meeting, I’m able to take a backseat after intros and covering my topics unless there’s anything pressing for me to address during the Q and A at the end. I glance down at my Selah as she engulfs me, shaking my head because her presence may present more of a challenge than usual.

I clear my throat, putting on a calm expression before I join. A ding sounds to indicate my entry to the call. I greet my team with a smile and unmute my mic to say hello and tell them we’ll wait a few more minutes before getting started. I mute myself and busy myself with emails, and she becomes louder in her pleasuring me with moans and sucking. Not reacting is more difficult than I expected it to be.

More dings fill the call as more staff members arrive, and once it’s five after, I reach down to tap down on her arm to let her know I’m about to speak. I feel her head nod in understanding, and she slows her movements, still following orders but making it easier for me to focus.

“Good girl.”

I unmute myself and lead my part of the meeting, covering my agenda items for the first half, and before I wrap up to pass things along to the engineering manager, Angela, of course, my little brat couldn’t be a good girl for long. I feel her spit dripping down my crown. I make the mistake of glancing down at her with a furrowed brow, and she’s staring back at me with hooded eyes. I blow out a deep breath and ask my team if they have any further questions, thankfully they do not, before I introduce Angela and mute myself hastily. The meeting continues, and I remain on camera, paying attention to the meeting, jotting down notes as I go. Her hand jerks me as her moans get louder and I think of how wet she gets from pleasing me.

I glance to my left and say, “Reach down and touch yourself. I want you to come while you take me in that sweet mouth.”

She chuckles around me and I bite my fist. Angry that I can’t observe her during this. The project managers take over and brief us on the next few updates in the coming quarters and features that we are discussing with shareholders. During this, I practice restraint when I can hear sounds of her wetness fill the room while she takes me deeper into her throat .

I cough into my fist as my orgasm builds, unsure of what else to do on camera to disguise it. Selah halts her movements, sliding her mouth off my shaft. I inhale deeply, resting my face on my hand to look engaged. She knows my tells and has been edging me this entire time, which I can’t be upset at, since I do it to her often. It’s not very fun being on the other side of it. I can understand her frustration now. It becomes even harder to focus when I hear her whimpers and pants from below me, a sign she’s close. I peer down and see my little sunflower come undone. I’ll never tire of it. My name escapes her lips as she rides out her orgasm.

Fuck .

I’m tempted to call this meeting right now and spread her over my desk.

“Don’t move that hand,” I instruct, finding it harder to train my eyes back to the meeting. I’m hoping the constant sips I take from my water bottle aren’t too noticeable, but they’re serving as a perfect way to hide my facial expressions while I try to act normal. The woman on her knees before me is the culprit. Another fun fact about me: I’ve developed an insatiable thirst that can only be quenched by her.

She doesn’t move her hand from her pussy and greets me with her warm mouth yet again. I glance at the clock and see we’ve got about thirty minutes left, so I pull up the agenda to see what still needs to be covered. I’ve got about fifteen minutes before I’ll need to speak again.

Change of plans.

I turn off my camera and type in the chat. “I’m going off cam while I eat my lunch.”

My team responds with thumbs up emojis, not missing a beat in the meeting. I double-take my monitor to make sure that my camera and microphone are off before I give her all my attention. I shut off my headphones and put them away, adjusting the meeting audio to speaker when I notice her brows crinkle in confusion as she eyes me closely .

“Can I taste you?”

“I’m busy tasting you right now. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

I lean in closer. “You’re busy edging me and I am working. Give me your hand.”

She giggles, inserting her glistening fingers into my mouth and I lick them clean one by one. She gapes at me and I open a drawer to retrieve a condom.

I need to have her now.

“Bend over and grab your ankles, baby.”

Her eyes widen in surprise as I vacate my seat, holding out my hand to ease her off the floor and in front of me. I force my pants down my legs and roll on the condom.

“Give me a color.”

“Green,” she coos while bending over, gripping her ankles. I salivate at the sight of her slick thighs and drenched pussy on display for me.

“No panties?”

“You keep stealing them, so what’s the point in wearing any?”

“Good answer.”

I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her close to me. I align myself with her dripping core, teasing her until she whines. I chuckle before sliding into her. The little gasp that escapes her drives me wild. I sink inside her fully, keeping my hold on her hips when I stop abruptly and pull out. She huffs in response, granting a smack on that perfect ass and she moans like the dirty girl she is.

I glance over at my monitor, ensuring everything is still muted as I left it. My team is still droning on and on, handling things well in my absence. Growing impatient, she shakes her ass on me and I slam back in, filling her to the hilt.

She squeals, gripping her ankles harder as I pound into her relentlessly.

“Right there. Fuck,” she orders in quick breaths .

Her palms travel to the floor for leverage when she throws her ass against my hips.

“You take that dick so fucking well. Fuck me back.”

She flattens her hands on the floor and slams her ass into my hips repeatedly, meeting my thrusts.

“Are you going to come with me, baby?”

“Y-Yes.”

When I feel her pussy tighten around me, I smack her ass, sending her over the edge. I follow, my vision tunnels and I’m roaring her name. I come down with the realization that I am in the middle of a workday and am still in no rush to pull out and get back to work. I peek at my monitor again and everything as it should be. The meeting is still going on and I have a few more minutes before the Q and A starts. I pull up my pants and hold her upright when I slip out of her.

“C’mon, Sunflower,” I urge, picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom.

She wraps her legs around me, nestling her head into my neck. I set her on the bathroom counter to clean us both up, peppering kisses on her damp skin. She wraps her arms around my neck and her mouth is on mine while I carry her to bed. She’s done with work for the day and I’ll be off soon. I want nothing more than to be in this bed holding her. I force myself to break the kiss and lay her down on the bed. She pouts as expected.

“I’ll be back as soon as I’m done, baby.”

I press a kiss to her forehead, staring admiringly, “you were such a good girl for me.”

She purses her lips, pulling over the covers.

“I’m always a good girl. You’ve been a bad boy today. Now, get back to work.”

I scrunch up my face. “Always a good girl?”

She snorts and tosses a pillow at me, I duck. “Shut up and go to work.”

“Alright. Alright,” I chuckle.

I check myself in the mirror on the way back to my desk to rejoin the meeting. I’m back a bit early. I chug from my water bottle and turn my camera on. Nobody notices a thing and the rest of the meeting runs smoothly. Once I wrap up for the day, I run upstairs to feed Peach and climb in bed with Selah for a nap. Before today, I hardly worked from home but doing it with her felt good and not just because of the sex. I think Dr. Pierson was right. It feels like for once I could have the success and the girl. I suppose I could work from home more often. It sure has its perks.