Part of the Just When You Thought... collection.
Authors Note: This is what happens when you turn Lady Viper and me both loose, with thoughts of Mag 7 guys and her demented mind. It is definitely a PWP piece, based solely on a conversation between Ezra and an OFC, as overheard by Buck and Chris.
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Buck Wilmington grabbed his empty coffee cup and rose from his chair. "I need some more coffee. Anyone else need anything?" he asked.
Chris looked up from where he sat going over a report with Vin. "Yeah, as long as you are going that way, I could use one of those power bars out of the snack machine." He dug into his pocket and handed Buck change enough for his snack.
"Anyone else what anything?" When no one else spoke up, he headed out the door toward the break room. He was startled to find the break room door closed. When he tried to open it he discovered it was also locked. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath. Just as he was about to bang on the door he heard a familiar voice.
"Gosh, those are so small," said a familiar feminine voice.
"Small, but quite adequate. Try some?"
"I just love the feel of fuzz, so soft. I could rub it all day."
"Umm so moist and juicy," came a familiar southern drawl.
"Let me wipe your chin, you got some on it."
Buck's eyebrows shot up, and then he turned a puzzled gaze on the door. "Ezra?" he murmured. "Nah . . . you can't be . . . Can you?"
"Oh, could I do that for you, or would you rather I deseed you?" she giggled.
"My Dear, I am perfectly capable of deseeding myself, but I admit that I love to watch you doing it. Let me work on those tight little buds you have there. Perfect! Just perfect."
"Oh my, it's so long and big, I've never seen one this big, and so ripe just for this occasion."
Buck strained to hear as the voices paused and unidentifiable sounds came from the room. His mouth dropped open when he heard the woman speak again.
"Ummm, God the texture. I could eat it all right now."
"Let me help you with that," Ezra said.
The sound of a playful slap could be heard and a feminine giggle. "No you don't. No taste testing my cream."
"You don't think this is too hard to you?" he questioned.
"Damn, that's cold. Where did you have it?
A soft moan of pleasure was heard, causing Buck to press his ear even closer to the door. He was so caught up in listening that he didn't hear Chris step up behind him.
"Buck, what are you doing?"
Buck jumped and spun around. "Jesus, Chris, don't sneak up on me like that," Buck said in a whisper.
A deep masculine moan caught their attention, followed by, "God, that's good," she groaned
"You're sooooo good with your hands," she replied breathlessly.
"Yes, right there. Mumm perfect," Ezra responded.
"Damn, I never knew you could do that!"
"Would you like me to make more room on the table for us?" Ezra asked.
"On the table?" Buck looked at Chris with his mouth hanging open. "Ewww. . . people have to eat offa that table." Chris grinned at his old friend. Who would have thought that Buck Wilmington would be even the least bit prudish?
"Let me wrap that for you . . . wouldn't want you to get any cream on yourself." she giggled.
There was the unmistakable sound of a kiss, riveting the men's attention to the closed door. "Humm, you can do this for me anytime, my dear."
Chris looked at Buck and asked quietly. "Who the hell is in there?"
"Ezra and Stacy from down in Accounting," Buck responded.
"You're kidding? Ezra?"
They could hear faint sounds from the room and realized too late that someone was moving toward the door. Before they could move away the lock was released and Stacy pulled the door open. "Oh, you startled me," she said putting her hand to her pounding heart. "I was just coming to get you."
Buck looked at her quizzically. "Coming to get me, really?"
Stacy stepped back and let Buck look into the room. On the break table was an assortment of munchables. At the far end of the table was a large pastry box and brightly colored plates and napkins. The closer end held food trays, including two large fruit and vegetable trays, with a variety of dips and spreads. In the center of one tray sat an orange swan. The intricacy and detail were amazing, and Ezra beamed with pride when he saw Buck's eyes on his creation
Buck eyed the contents of the table and then blushed hotly, as he thought of what he had just overheard and the direction his mind had taken. "What's all this for?" he asked a bit contritely.
Ezra eased up beside the ladies man and grinned. "This, Mr. Wilmington, is for your birthday party."