Session 𝓔ighty-Six

Session 86:
“The Run-In”

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Regardless of how much water Monroe had us drink before going to sleep, I still woke up with a hangover.

Monroe seemed to handle her hangover well, honestly—maybe it was the two cups of coffee she had because she even made us breakfast.

I already knew I wasn’t going to that frat party tonight, so I rain checked with Zion and Sarai.

We ended up deciding to go to a different party this week.

Apparently, it’s supposed to revolve around graduation, even if we’re a few weeks out.

It was weirdly on a Monday, but Zion said it was because all of the upperclassmen would be back by then, so they wanted to celebrate.

Especially the fraternity’s.

I honestly hate frats, but the parties always make up for it.

I decided I wouldn’t drink at all this weekend, and mostly just lounged with Monroe.

She was constantly on her laptop or handling some kind of call, but whenever she got the chance, she would lay around with me.

I even made her lunch on Sunday—it was only a sandwich, but she loved it a lot.

Monday honestly came quicker than I anticipated.

Maybe it was because I spent the entire Saturday bed-rotting, so I really only had a productive day on Sunday.

Either way, I was annoyed to be walking back into that lecture hall after a spring break that went by too fast for my liking.

The lecture wasn’t bad, but Zion wasn’t in my Monday class, so it always felt a little longer.

We did plan to do this study group thing today to prepare for finals in a few weeks, so we can both feel a little more confident.

I think we’re meeting at four, so I have some time after class.

I was hoping Monroe might be able to come home for lunch, but she never answered my text.

Even during my three-hour-long lecture.

Almost as soon as I got in my car, I called her, wanting to know if she could do lunch or not.

It felt like she probably wouldn’t be able to at this point.

“Darling,” her familiar soft voice echoed from my speakers, inevitably making my chest grow warm.

“Hi baby,” I murmured as I sat in my car with the heat on low, “Did you get my text about lunch?”

“Yes, my sweet girl,” Monroe didn’t hesitate to say, and I could hear her clicking around on her laptop a few times. “Why don’t you come by the office instead?”

I unconsciously furrowed my brows. “For lunch?” I clarified.

“Yes, darling. Everyone’s NDA’s are signed. Dr. Kincaid is out of the office for a few hours as well,” she briefly explained. “I want you to stop by.”

“Yes—of course,” I rushed out without a further thought.

Suddenly, I was really fucking excited to stop by her office—and everyone’s NDA’s are signed, and my girlfriend’s least favorite person is away.

Monroe’s even more irritated, given the footage from the Gucci store was magically wiped.

She’s had her people working on getting any sort of footage for weeks, but without a doubt, she was fully set that Dr. Kincaid had been there.

Today felt like the perfect opportunity to finally have lunch at her office without Monroe being irritated that I was even in the same building as Dr. Kincaid.

I’m also excited to rub this all in Sienna’s face.

I definitely didn’t forget about her.

She hasn’t even done anything, but it’s an inkling.

I know she wants my girlfriend, and now she’ll never get her.

“I’ll pick us up something and bring it over,” I determined, a smile growing on my lips as I started thinking about the nearest places.

Monroe likes healthy food, and she’ll need fuel to get through her work day.

“Perfect, darling,” her soft voice echoed throughout my car. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon, Ro Ro,” I murmured before ending our call.

Then I immediately put my car into reverse, backing out of the parking spot I was in.

I ended up deciding on a nearby Whole Foods, picking us up some healthy wraps from the deli along with some chips.

I also got us these cool pineapple drinks.

I was so excited to even have lunch in her office.

I nearly skipped all the way inside, a happy smile on my lips as I got on the elevator with people who probably thought I looked insane.

I didn’t care.

I was on cloud nine, watching the floors on the elevator pass, my heart ticking with each level.

I held the Whole Foods bag tight in my hand, stepping off the elevator as soon as it dinged open.

My smile grew as I walked into the lobby, noticing Sienna and Reagan at the front desk.

Sienna looked a little surprised to see me—meanwhile, Reagan only smiled.

“Liberty,” Sienna said with a growing smile, clicking on her computer as if she had missed something. “Did you have an appointment today?”

I assume the NDA probably didn’t highlight the exact details of me and Monroe.

Probably that certain topics can’t be discussed outside the office.

“No, I don’t have an appointment,” I said, glancing over my shoulder when I heard her familiar heels clicking down the hallway.

It truly gave me flashbacks, finding the sound of her heels weirdly attractive.

I turned around as soon as she emerged from the hallway, wearing a white button shirt and dress pants.

Her soft brown hair fell to her waist, her bangs framing her face perfectly.

“Liberty is authorized to come to my office without checking in,” Monroe suddenly spoke, her focus shifted past me to Sienna at the desk.

“I’ll make a note, Dr. Leclair,” Sienna didn’t hesitate to say, and even hearing her speak to my girlfriend made me want to roll my eyes.

But I was too busy smiling, especially when Monroe suddenly motioned her head at me, silently telling me to come along.

I didn’t hesitate to walk over to her, the bag loose in my hands.

“Bye girls,” I murmured over my shoulder, flashing them a smile.

“Bye,” they both said in sync, but I could tell Sienna was genuinely confused.

Monroe pressed her hand to my lower back as we walked down the hallway, heading toward her office.

The familiar fresh jasmine scent filtered in around me as soon as we walked into her office.

Everything was just as I remembered.

Even her laptop was sitting in the same place on her desk, along with the pen beside it.

The usual couch and chair were exactly as I remembered, the view of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“It’s nice to be back,” I murmured as I walked over to the couch and sat down, setting the bag beside me.

“Very nice,” Monroe said, eyeing me as she walked away from the closed door to the couch I sat on. “How was class, darling?”

“Good—kind of long, but I pushed through,” I told her as I began taking everything out of the bag. “And then I have that study group with Zion later that I told you about.”

Monroe hummed in acknowledgement, “Yes, I remember,” she said, sitting down beside me.

I halted my actions when she gently grabbed my chin, guiding my attention to her instead.

I smiled slightly when she leaned in, softly kissing my lips.

“Hi,” I whispered, briefly kissing her lips again.

“Hi, beautiful girl,” she murmured as she gently cupped my cheek, kissing me yet again.

I hummed as she deepened the kiss, subtly slipping her tongue into my mouth.

Her lips were so soft, mixing the ChapStick she wore with my lip gloss.

“I got you a chicken caesar wrap,” I whispered against her lips. “And chips to go with it.”

“Sounds lovely,” Monroe murmured, trailing soft kisses past my lips to kiss my cheek and down my neck.

It made me smile wider. “I also got us these cool pineapple drinks to try.”

She hummed softly. “I can’t wait to try them with you, darling,” she determined, trailing kisses down my neck before briefly kissing my collarbone.

It made my entire face burn up, especially when she pulled away—her lips subtly puffy from our deep kiss.

“Thank you for bringing us lunch,”  Monroe said as I tried my best to focus on taking the rest of everything out of the bag.

“Of course, baby,” I murmured, handing her the chicken caesar wrap.

Monroe gently took it from my hand with a smile, opening the packaging while I grabbed my chicken and swiss wrap.

I was really excited to eat, and also just experiencing this moment with my girlfriend.

I want to do this so many more times.

There’s something so small and simplistic about having lunch with Monroe, especially at her office.

It made this feel normal.

It made us feel normal.

“Do you like it?” I asked, watching her chew the first bite of her wrap.

Monroe nodded, chewing a few more times. “It’s very good,” she said, holding her hand over her mouth.

I smiled as I brought my chicken and swiss wrap to my lips for a bite. “Let me try mine,” I murmured as I parted my lips.

It was a cold wrap with chicken, swiss cheese, lettuce, and a cajun sauce.

The first bite was really good—it made my mouth water immediately.

“So good,” I determined, extending my wrap to her, “Want a bite?”

Monroe nodded immediately, taking the wrap from my extended hand to try a bite.

I smiled when she gave me her wrap to try a bite of too.

Something about us sharing food felt really domestic to me.

“That’s really good,” I whispered as soon as I finished chewing.

Monroe nodded a few times, “I like this one as well.”

“Want to share?” I asked with a growing smile, especially when Monroe nodded—an amused smile forming on her lips.

“Let’s share,” she said, grabbing our chips.

I got us regular potato chips and then some cheddar chips.

They were really good in between bites, especially with the wraps we had.

And the pineapple drink turned out to be really good, but that was expected honestly.

We didn’t fully finish everything, but that was better to me, especially because I felt comfortably full.

Nothing’s worse than being overly full, honestly.

“I got you something,” Monroe told me as we stood from the couch. 

I raised a brow, suddenly feeling curious, especially when she walked over to her desk.

I knew not to ask her what it was, especially since she liked keeping things as a surprise.

I just stood from the couch, waiting to see what she pulled from her desk drawer.

An inevitable smile grew on my lips as soon as I processed the cherry lollipop in her hand.

“Oh my gosh, I haven’t had one in so long,” I said, my smile widening.

“Come here and try it, darling,” Monroe said, motioning me over to her desk.

I didn’t hesitate to walk closer to her, reaching for the lollipop as soon as I was in front of her.

But Monroe only pulled back, making my brows furrow.

“On one condition,” she murmured, naturally piquing my interest.

“One condition?” I asked curiously, eyeing the lollipop in her hand.

Monroe motioned her head at the desk, “Bend over,” she instructed.

My brows raised.

Then a warmth spread through my body, my face burning up from her demands.

“And if I don’t?” I purposely asked.

“You will,” Monroe determined, raising a brow at me.

I took it as a challenge.

“I won’t,” I argued her point.

Monroe tilted her head at me, “You misunderstood, darling,” she whispered, gently grabbing my hand. “You will, whether you want to or not.”

I gasped when she tugged me toward her with force.

“This is merely a precaution to keep you quiet,” she explained, pressing me against her desk.

I was bent over it before I could process it, and I let her take that control.

I wanted her to, honestly.

The wrapper of the lollipop crinkled as she opened it.

Then it was slid into my mouth, the sweet cherry taste on my tongue.

I felt her soft touch at my waistband, toying with the material for a moment.

I gripped the desk when her hand slipped beneath it, sliding past my underwear, too.

“Be still, for mommy, Liberty,” I heard her say as I drew in a deep breath, especially when she began tracing my clit. “I’ll stop once you’ve finished that lollipop in your mouth.”

I sucked down harder, realizing she would be playing with me for minutes on end.

Or probably longer.

I’m not sure how long this lollipop will take to finish.

I let out a few deep breaths through my nose, gripping the desk harder as she ran her fingers over my clit, teasing me entirely.

I didn’t make a sound.

It was really fucking hard not to, but the lollipop weirdly helped.

I sucked harder—and bit down on the hard candy the moment she pressed her fingers past my entrance.

My breaths were heavier, and bordering on moans as she stroked my spot just right, sending me into my orgasm before I could process it.

But Monroe didn’t care if I came or not.

The moment I tried to raise up, her hand pressed against the side of my head, pressing my cheek firmer against the cold surface.

It made a whine burn in my throat, especially when she kept playing with me regardless of how sensitive I was.

I knew I had to finish this lollipop before she would let me go anywhere.

So I sucked harder and harder, my legs trembling as I tried to arch away from her touch.

But her hand only followed me, pressing deeper inside of me and making another whine burn in my throat.

I sucked and bit at the lollipop in my mouth, shifting against her fingers as she continued against me.

I hit my peak again, whether I could help it or not, moans burning in my throat as I tried my best to stay sane.

Thank god her office is soundproof.

That’s all I could think as she fucked me, moan after moan vibrating in my throat.

I hit my peak a third time before the lollipop was officially gone.

I pushed the stick out of my mouth with my tongue as soon as I had finished it, breathing heavily as I tried to curve away from her.

“Good girl,” she murmured as she pulled away from me, slipping her hand from my leggings.

I was entirely limp against her desk, breathing so hard that I couldn’t get a word out if I tried.

I would probably be walking all weird out of her office.

“Perhaps we should do lunch at the office more often,” Monroe said as I tried my best to lift from her desk.

Monroe’s hands on my waist helped steady me a little.

“I would need something out of it, too,” I purposely said, turning around to face her.

Even if I annoyingly stumbled a little, especially with how weak my legs felt.

But I didn’t care.

I could just get on my knees.

I wanted something too before leaving her office.

“Oh,” Monroe murmured as soon as I pressed my hands against her shoulders, guiding her down to her office chair.

“Pull them down,” I motioned to her dress pants, already kneeling before her.

My legs ached a little, but I felt much better on my knees.

Maybe it was the view of her above me, her pants pulled down, and her smooth black underwear hugging her hips perfectly.

Everything around me burned when she gently grabbed my chin, firmly tilting my head back as she eyed my face.

“Pretty view,” I whispered softly as she caressed her thumb against my chin.

“Very pretty view,” Monroe agreed, but I knew she meant the view of me on my knees in front of her rather than the view I had of her.

I pressed her legs wider apart, angling myself further between her thighs.

Then I guided her underwear to the side, immediately leaning in to drag my tongue up her core.

I stared up at her the entire time.

Watching how her head tilted back with a deep breath, or the way she gripped the chair handles when I pressed my tongue against her clit.

My stare didn’t waver from her once, basking in this view of her spiraling with pleasure.

I purposely teased her clit, switching up my pace just to frustrate her.

It made me smirk slightly when she shifted her hips, clearly growing more and more desperate for her orgasm.

“Liberty,” she firmly said, glancing down at me with furrowed brows.

She looked so cute.

I gasped against her core when her fingers tangled in my hair, roughly holding me in place as she began grinding against my mouth.  

I didn’t have any option but to take it as she held me in place, using my mouth until she hit the peak she was desperately chasing.

I got to watch her come undone entirely, her grip in my hair loosening the moment she hit her orgasm.

Her body tensed up just right, and her head fell back with a few deep breaths.

She started grinding slower against my mouth, riding out her orgasm as I openly watched her.

The moment she grew limp underneath me, her fingers naturally loosened in my hair, but I didn’t pull away.

I slipped my tongue down to her entrance, licking up the excess wetness that spread from her.  

I heard Monroe let out a deeper and contented sigh, gently caressing the back of my head as I cleaned up the mess I had made.

After a few minutes, I pulled away, adjusting her underwear and helping her pull her dress pants back up.

Then Monroe fixed my hair that she had messed up, softly kissing my lips once she was done.

“I’ll see you tonight, darling,” she whispered as I kissed her back, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“Tonight—before the frat party,” I murmured against her lips as I recalled my plans with Zion and Sarai.

“Yes, before then, darling,” she determined as I subtly slipped my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself.

Monroe hummed in response, gripping me closer by my waist as we deepened the kiss.

It felt like I was never going to leave this office, and I definitely didn’t want to.

But Monroe did have a patient waiting, and I needed to meet Zion for our study group, so we needed to wrap things up.

I swear I was smiling ear-to-ear as we walked down that hallway, already daydreaming about what happened in that office.

Of course, I told Sienna and Reagan goodbye with the widest smile I could fathom before stepping on that elevator.

Then I was off to the university library to meet for this study group, hoping that these people wouldn’t annoy me.

I was ten minutes early for once, so I didn’t rush at all when walking to the library.

But it was hard not to halt dead in my tracks when I caught a glimpse of her familiar dark hair as I rounded the corner.

I was going to backtrack before she saw me, but Dr. Kincaid had already turned her head.

Then she stopped walking, turning around completely when she recognized me.

Fuck.

“Liberty,” she said, acknowledging me as she slipped her hands into the pockets of the tan dress pants she wore with a navy blouse. 

What the fuck is she doing at my university?

“Hey,” I awkwardly murmured, unsure of what to say.

But the fact that she’s even here didn’t feel like a coincidence, and I’m just so tired of this situation.

“How are—”

“We need to talk,” I immediately cut her short, wanting to skip past the casualties.

Even if the last thing I should be doing is talking with her, especially privately.

But this needs to stop, and the best way to make that happen is to address everything for what it is.

Hopefully, we can finally leave this weird situation in the past.

Or Dr. Kincaid might react... differently. 

But either way, I’m shutting this down.

Monroe’s going to be so mad when she finds out about this.