The Work Crush: Part One a serial by Samantha Haven
While drifting off during a web conference one snowy afternoon, Valerie began to list the reasons she should never have a physical relationship with Nick.
- 1. John (my husband) 2. Monica (his wife)
3. We work at the same company
4. He’s in H.R.
5. I’m in management
6. He’s not even my type
7. He thinks Dave Matthews is the greatest band ever, and that Jim Carrey is the funniest man on earth
The crush on Nick developed over time and it wasn’t due to his good looks or amazing body — he was in fact non-descript: in his early thirties, brown hair, brown eyes, medium build sort of way. He didn’t lift weights, but it wasn’t like he was a couch potato. It was different than how she felt about the distinguished guy in marketing, the one who was graying at the temples and whose smile made her melt when he walked in a conference room. And it wasn’t the same as she felt about Joe in shipping who got her a tad jittery when his biceps flexed as he set a Fed-ex envelope on her desk. Val fell for Nick’s personality, which is really about falling in love with someone, which was really not what she needed.
When Val told her sister Kay that she had developed an obsession with her company’s employee relations manager, Kay choked on her coffee.
“Are you dumb?” Kay asked with the same incredulous eyes that had been boring into Val every time she was on the verge of making a big mistake for her entire 33 years.
“I think so,” Val nodded back.
“Obsession, is that what you’re calling this?”
“Yeah, I don’t think any other word fits, really. And I’ve tried a lot – crush is too middle school dorky, work boyfriend…maybe, muse for sure, but that doesn’t exactly fit with the lingo of our time, ya know, flirt….”
“Honey, you need to stop,” Kay took her tone down a notch and rested her hand on Val’s in a comforting, older sister tone.
“Nah. I’ve already decided that’s not an option. He makes me feel so…charged, so alive. I really think a part of me was dead —how could I possibly kill myself again?”
Kay shook her head, looked outside and began talking about her own marriage. That night Val had her second erotic dream that week.
In the dream, she and Nick were walking back to the car after lunch. Her heart was racing so fast that she was sure Nick could hear it. The pounding was drowning out any remaining logic, reason - all that stuff that should have stopped her from moving forward with what she was about to do. But her head screamed “no more denial”. Fuck it. How many lives do you get, anyway? What if this is really it?
As they approached Nick’s SUV, Val started fantasizing about driving to a park to make out like teenagers in the back seat. She wouldn’t stop at petting though, oh no, they would go all the way! I want to put out, she told herself. Be a slut. Have wild sex with utter abandon. I want, I want, I want…
The underground garage was dark and sparsely diffused with cars. Other SUV’s conveniently sat on both sides of Nick’s behemoth Durango. Val did a quick peek around. Yup, they were alone. Walking ahead of Nick she spread herself against the driver’s side door letting her eyes droop and her mouth form into a perfect, juicy pout.
“Aren’t I giving you a ride back to the office?” Nick asked with curious brows.
“Yes, you definitely are.” Val nodded giggling to herself at the real ride she was aiming for. Her body pressed harder into the driver-side door as her finger beckoned Nick closer. Cocking his head in confusion, Nick quickly released a knowing smile as Val pulled him into her arms. They’d been this close before, sure. She’d invented crisis after crisis to find her way into his office and dump her fake issues into his H.R. lap. Val was just gambling that he didn’t take every employee into his open embrace and whisper that everything was going to be okay in their ear before sending them back to their cube. No, she chose to believe that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
But the hugs at work weren’t enough anymore. No, they’d never really been enough. Nick held Val tight, their hearts pumping in rhythm, her breasts melding into his chest.
When he finally pulled away, believing the hug was done, Val leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Nick gave an approving look that sent a wave of happiness through Val. His thin, confident lips dove for her mouth and her lips parted open, waiting to accept his fall. With feverish tongue, Nick danced in Val’s mouth, and each time the muscle touched hers, she felt a new surge of liquid wet her thong. By the time their lips came apart, her underwear was quite damp, and her pulsing so intense that she wished he’d jam his fingers into her right then and there in the parking garage.
Nick opened the backdoor like a gentleman and Val stepped in like they were on a chauffeured date. Reaching one arm to close the door behind him, he carved the other around her shoulder. Her hands ran through his tailored hair, breezed along his neck, brushed his arms, fell down his chest, past his belt and landed on the swell in his Dockers. Reorienting her body so that it could press against his bulge, they moved together to a beat that neither of them heard, but both had found.
Val glimpsed her wedding ring and paused. “Is this okay?” she asked Nick, a rogue sense of reason had shot through her brain and out her mouth. She would have smacked it backwards if she could have caught it in time.
“No,” he said, thrusting his tongue back in her mouth and lifting up her skirt before removing her underwear.
“Wait, but shouldn’t we…” she started, wondering why she couldn’t just go for it? After all, she initiated. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
“I don’t care what we should do anymore. Neither do you,” he said as his hand worked its way through her pubic hair, finally quelling her ache. He slid his thumb instead of fingers inside her and she gasped, pulling him in. From here on out she knew — no more logic.
Val raced to undo his belt and in her clumsiness, Nick brushed away her hands and undid it himself – one handed – smooth. He placed her hands on his pants, and she unsnapped his button-fly’s. Underneath she discovered the heavenly touch of his silk boxers. Who would have guessed silk? Did he know this was going to happen today? Perhaps he put those on every day they met for lunch hoping that it would end up being the day? Val reached into the boxers and took hold of his penis. Nick let out a gasp and Val smiled wide. I will show him what a fantastic lover I am, she thought. I’ll make him dream of running away to the islands with me, and fucking our way into forever.
“Oh my God, Val,” he whispered in her ear using that same lovely tone he did in the office — sweet and kind, with a layer of strength just under the surface. Nick’s penis was warm in her hand, and expanding against her hold. She wanted to rub him, suck him and put him inside of her. The delayed gratification of the months that built up to that moment had left Val overwhelmed by her choices. She moved down his chest, dragging a line of kisses past his chest, continuing down his abdomen, circling his navel, before teasingly pulling off his pants and kissing his upper thighs. Her breath fell heavy on where he really wanted her mouth. She craved his moans - pulling them out of him - making them grow louder and quicker. Finally she slipped her mouth over the head, her moist lips working their magic. She pushed him towards the back of her throat, to the point where it was almost too much to stand — that fine line between pleasure and pain. Her hands crawled up his chest and he grabbed them, squeezing them hard. When she finally pulled back to see him, his eyes were glazed over.
“Wanna fuck me, Nick?” she taunted in a quiet, breathless voice as she glided her body up his.
“Like you don’t even know!” he pulled her body up so that she was sitting on top of him, and lifted her skirt, laying it over them like a tent. Entering her hard at first, Nick quickly eased up so that the movements glided him in. Val arched her back towards the front seat, and let him fill her. She rode him, back and forth, like she was Lady Chatterley and he her lover. Moans filled the car and she could feel it begin to rock as though it were alive and able to sense pleasure just as they could. When she came close to finishing, she fell on top of him, frantically kissing his neck and ears. His movements picked up pace and his breath became more hurried.
Val’s sense of focus started to blur as the beginnings of her climax took hold. He pushed harder, and just like a fairy-tale ending they came together - covered in sweat and panting like animals. They didn’t say a thing, because there was simply too much to say.
It took Val awhile to awake from the dream. Her alarm clock triggered Elvis Costello’s Pump it Up to blare through the room. Usually it was enough to jolt her from bed directly into the shower. She looked over at the empty bed, thankful that her husband was away on a business trip. She slid a hand down her panties and it came out wet. She could still feel Nick’s tongue in her mouth and his throbbing deep inside of her. She wanted to suck his cock so bad that she gave herself mini-orgasms just lying in bed thinking about him and rubbing her clit. She eyed the clock. It was already 6:45. She was at risk of being late for work, but she didn’t care. She wouldn’t shower if it meant that she could stay in bed another 20 minutes and linger in that state. Just before she reached a self-induced climax, she decided that she would ask Nick if he wanted to go to lunch.
Samantha Haven loves to study the human mind, heart and the body’s sexual organs. Thinking of the way a piece of chocolate melts on a tongue and oozes around teeth gets her typing fingers going. Samantha prefers bondage that involves silk scarves to handcuffs, and always baths in candlelight. She is on a literary quest to find the betwixt and between where fiction ends and erotica begins. Samantha is the Short Stories Editor at Pink Nighties.
