"Libby your one o'clock client has cancelled, you can take a little longer for lunch if you want." Amanda smiles before disappearing back behind the door.
"Thanks." I mutter slowly to myself, leaning back into the chair and sighing. Maybe Gary was right, maybe this is too much. I'm exhausted, I can't concentrate and all I can think about is the argument Gary and I had this morning, and my dad. Oh dad. Its his second stroke in three years. Hes getting worse. I know hes getting worse. Garys right, and i know he wants to do the right things, but i cant admit it, because if i admit it i might have to start believing it, and i cant do that. Not yet. What would i do without Dad? What would my mum do? I shiver at the thought. It would kill her if anything happened to him. Hell be fine. Hes a fighter, and hes got Ethan aswell now, Ethans given him a new lease of life.
"Hey.." A familiar voice sounds from the doorway, pulling me from my morbid thoughts.
"Baby." I smile as i look up to greet Gary.
"I erm, i got out early and i said i wouldn't pick Ethe up til two so i thought i could come here and we could talk, properly, without being interrupted by a tantrum.."
"Sure." I laugh, pushing myself from the chair and walking over to Gary. "Im sorry about earlier-"
"Ssh." Gary smiles quickly, pressing his lips on mine. "Forget about it yeah?"
"Agreed." I nod, pressing my forehead against his. "Im glad youre here."
"Are you now, eh?" Gary raises his eyebrows, making me chuckle.
"Youre the worst." I shake my head as he locks his fingers at the base of my back.
"And youre wearing stockings." Garys voice is nearly a growl.
"Oh yea? And how would you know?" I laugh, flinging my arms around his neck and cocking my head to one side.
"Well lets find out if im right shall we?" He smirks back, bending his knees and pushing his hips into me as he reaches to the backs of my knees before painfully slowly straightening out again, dragging his hands up my legs and under my charcoal grey pencil skirt. I gasp slightly when i feel the warmth of his hands make contact with the bare flesh at the tops of my thighs.
"Just as i thought." Gary throws me a satisfied smile, walking me backwards until my bum hits my desk.
"The door." I grumble quickly, knowing full well im about to get far too carried away.
Swiftly, Gary spins on his heels, leaving me cold as he strides towards the door and locks it with the handle, before pacing back to me.
"So where were we?" He smirks as he runs his nose along my, now, outstretched neck. I groan steadily in response as i feel Garys hands work their way back up my legs, pushing my skirt up over my waist.
"We shouldnt do this." I manage to breathe, shutting my eyes tightly to try and hang onto the last little bit of composure.
"Then tell me to stop." I actually hear the grin against my cheek as Gary scatters kisses from my ear to the corner of my mouth, his arms lifting me easily so im sat on the desk. Groaning again, i run my hands down fro m his shoulders to the waistband of his jeans.
"Tell me to stop, Libby." Gary repeats, pulling my legs apart and stepping between them.
"No." I choke quickly, fumbling frantically with the fastening to his jeans before pushing them down, followed by his boxers.
"I didnt think so." He chuckles softly, yet arrogantly against my cheek in return as he skillfully pulls my underwear to one side.
"Hurry." I urge, bucking my hips against him slightly as i tighten my arms around his shoulders, burring my face in the crook of his neck.
"Ohh, i dont know if i can." Gary teases, biting down on my lower lip as he pushes his tip at my entrance causing my body to give way to a low, frustrated moan.
"Please." I beg.
"Please?" Gary raises his eyebrows against my forehead, "Why didnt you just ask in the first place?"
I dont have time to gasp for air as Gary grips onto my hips, pinning me to the desk as he forces himself inside of me.
"Fuck." I hiss quietly, sinking my teeth into the flesh of his neck, causing Gary to groan loudly as he begins to move inside of me. Shit, i know what hes doing. Throwing my head back, i allow Gary to take control as he pulls all the way out of me, before slowly pushing himself all the way back in. I move my hips to his rhythm, meeting and grinding as i climb higher and higher towards my climax with each second that passes by.
"Still want me to stop Lib?" Gary groans against my neck as his fingers fix in the flesh of my hips.
"No." I hiss, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip in order to hush my loud moan. "You know that."
"Do i?"
"Yes." I push the word out as i feel my legs begin to stiffen around Garys waist.
"Then come for me." I feel Garys hot breathe against my neck and screw my eyes shut in an attempt to hold on to the perfect feeling for one second longer, but its not use. I curse loudly, throwing my head back viciously as i meet my climax, tightening around Gary as he releases his warm liquids inside of me. Opening my eyes as i come back down to earth, i see Garys deep green eyes staring at me intently.
"What?" I half pant, half laugh.
"You." Gary breathes back, lifting a finger to brush a strand of stray hair from my eyes. "We should fall out more often. I need more of this make up sex."
"Make up sex?" I laugh again. "I wasnt aware that wed fallen out."
"No, but id pissed you off hadnt i?" Gary cocks his head to one side with that smile that no-one can say no to.
"A little bit." I shrug, but i cant wipe the grin off my face. "I know you mean well. I just need you to understand me Gary."
"What do you mean?" He furrows his brow and i think for a second he might be a little hurt. "Dont you think i understand you?"
"No." I correct him quickly. "But you know how you want to look after me and Ethan and give us everything?" I stroke his damp hair with a small smile as i talk, when he nods, i carry on. "And how you want us to be comfortable and happy while you work and feel like youre supporting us?"
Gary nods again.
"Well i want to work Gaz, i want to work. This is the job ive always wanted, i enjoy this, i wouldnt do it if i didnt, i dont need to. I know i have you, and i know you dont understand the concept, but will you try to understand Gaz?" I smile again. "For me eh?"
"Ill try." Gary nods slowly, dropping his forehead against my shoulder as he pulls up his jeans and boxers. "Ill try for you."
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