14

Alistair rushed through the diner, as it was getting closer to where it needed to be and ready to reopen. He went past all the workers and into the back room, knowing Rosalinda was back there doing some paperwork. He didn't even knock, as he barged into her office, as the woman looked up from her laptop with a raised brow and ear buds in her ear.

"Yes?" She asked slowly, pausing her Missy Elliot and taking out one ear bud. Alistair smirked and walked over to her, pulling out three tickets from his suit pants and handing them to her.

"So, I made plans for tonight for us and I was thinking your mother could tag along and we can go see a play!" He hummed, as Rosalinda raised a brow and looked at the tickets and him.

"How did you know-"

"Your mother told me she always wanted to see the play "Wicked" so I got the tickets and seats that are close to the stage." He cut her off, leaning against her desk and watching as the woman sighed, but looked up, giving him a small smile.

"Well, I greatly appreciate this, and my mother would as well, but she's not up to leave the hospital right now." She explained, handing him back the tickets as he gave her a confused look.

"What? Why?" He asked, leaning closer to her, as the woman sighed and took the other ear bud out, rubbing her face.

"She had chemo yesterday and she's just been throwing up and sleeping. So, I'm gonna go and see her in a little bit and hopefully brighten her day. I'll tell her you got the tickets, and she'll really appreciate it, but you should get a refund." She smiled up at the man, as he frowned deeply at her, sighing.

He stood up and walked in front of her, leaning down, as Rosalinda sat back in her seat more from how close he was.

"Well, lemme know if I can help with anything for your mother. She is a really great woman and she helped raise another one." He complimented, as Rosalinda's eyes widened and face turned red.

"T-thank you, I-I appreciate the offer." She stuttered as the man smiled and leaned closer to her, grabbing her chin gently.

Rosalinda eyes's widened as he pressed his lips against her own, pulling her chair closer. Rosalinda wasn't sure what she should do, but gave into the feeling, melting into his kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck.

This caused Alistair to smirk against her lips and moved the papers off her desk, as he lifted her up and set her down on it. Rosalinda pulled away from the kiss and looked down at the mess.

"Hey, that was organized!" She yelled, turning her head back to look at Alistair, as he crashed his lips against her's again.

"It's fine...We...Can clean...It up later..." He mumbled between each kiss, deepening it, as he lied her back on her desk more. Rosalinda held onto the man tightly, but her grip loosened when Alistair began to grind his groan against her pelvic area.

A loud moan slipped past her lips, giving the man a chance to slip his tongue inside her mouth, as muffled moans continued to tumble from the both of them.

Rosalinda gripped the back of Alistair's dress shirt tightly, as she pulled away from his lips. She lied her head back on the desk, as moans continued to come out. Alistair began to grind a little rougher, enjoying the sounds and the sight of the woman withering underneath him.

He knew Rosalinda was a virgin, taking things slowly, which was becoming more difficult every time he saw her breast bounce, from their movements, underneath her grey sweater.

"Shit," he hissed, running his hands under her sweater. He beginning to run his hands over her smooth stomach, which had some pudge to it, but was pretty flat over all. He enjoyed how much wider and more full Rosalinda was, as he had never been with a woman like this.

Most women he dated or had a one-night stand with had super model bodies, thinner and long. Rosalinda on the other hand was all curves and filled out in all the right places, making it hard for him to keep his hands off her.

He decided to push the boundaries a little, as he ran his hands over her covered breast and began to squeeze and rub them. He kept her bra on, as her moans became slightly louder and breathing staggered.

He grunted from the simulation of rubbing himself against her pelvic, but also from some pain of his penis straining against his pants.

"A-Alistair~..." The woman moaned out, his hooded eyes snapping up to her closed ones, as her body arched, pressing her breast into his hands more.

The male moaned, enjoying the feeling and look of the woman twisting underneath his touch. Alistair had never gotten a reaction like this from girls he's been with before, and it was turning him on a bit more.

But the difference was she's never been touched in such a way and the other women needed more from their past experiences. Alistair smirked when he noticed her body shaking and convulsing more, knowing what was about to happen and slowed down to a stop. He allowed the woman to catch her breath and not cum in her pants.

He readjusted himself in his pants to relax the small amount of pain from the straining and fixed Rosalinda's sweater. Alistair looked up at Rosalinda, her hands resting above her head, as her chest heaved up and down, as she began to try and catch her breath.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" She asked breathlessly to him, as he chuckled and looked at Rosalinda, who was below him.

"I was just about to ask the same thing," he smirked, as Rosalinda narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well, honestly this is so inappropriate and this shouldn't be done here." Rosalinda cleared his throat, sitting up and fixing her curls back into a neater messy bun.

She looked over at Alistair, but began to blush when she noticed the large imprint of his penis straining against his pants. Rosalinda looked at his eyes, noticing the smirk growing on his lips.

"You know, we can keep it going if you're so interested in what's in my slacks." He teased, moving to stand between Rosalinda's legs, running his hands up her thighs. The woman's eyes widened and body shivered against his gentle touch, as she turned her face away from the man.

"I-I gotta go," She mumbled, looking back up at the man, as his smirk fell.

"Why? We're having such a nice moment." He argued, pulling her closer to his hips. He pressed his lips against her's, as a light gasp and jump came from how sensitive Rosalinda's body was from his touch.

"N-no, we can't be doing this. Professional, remember?" She looked up at him, as he scoffed and shook his head.

"I never agreed to that. I can't keep anything professional with you when you're in the same room as me." He confessed, as Rosalinda raised a brow in confusion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, as Alistair took a deep breath, closing his eyes, then looked straight into her eyes.

"I really just wanna fuck you." He told her bluntly, as he ground himself against her pelvic again for a moment. She gasped and looked away from him, covering up her bright cheeks.

"W-well, I'd prefer if you didn't do that in public." She mumbled, as Alistair smirked a little and leaned into her neck, kissing down it gently.

"That's not a no about fucking the shit out of you," he growled playfully. He enjoyed turning the woman into a red faced pile of mush under his touch.

Rosalinda gripped his biceps tightly, as he wrapped is arms around her waist and held her closely. He moved her sweater away a little and began to leave a hickey on her neck. Rosalinda jolted and moaned loudly from the sucking and accidentally rubbing herself against him again.

The man groaned against her neck, pulling away, and looking at the dark spot.

"Cute," He chuckled and pulled her sweater back up over the spot he left and looked at her in the eyes as she looked back at him.

"I'll come with you to see your mother, we can bring her some dessert! As I assume that's where you're heading too?" He smiled, but turned into a small smirk when she began to nod, trying to catch her thoughts as her hands ran through her hair a little.

"Y-yeah, okay..." She mumbled, looking back up at him, as he began to pull away from her, until she grabbing his shirt at the arm.

Alistair looked over at her and raised a brow, as she rubbed her legs together, looking at him all disheveled and trying to catch her words.

"B-before we go...C-can we do...that again?" She asked softly and shyly. Alistair, a bit shocked from what she asked, but smirked and pulled her legs away from one another. He began to grind against her pelvic and rested his hands under her chin and against her neck a little.

"We can do this as many times as you'd like."

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