by Sam Crescent
“Who?”
“Elijah.”
“Your brother?” She knew that was Amber’s voice.
“Yeah. He was waiting for me when I got home last night. He’s moving here and needs a place to crash. I couldn’t believe it. I’m going to want him gone ASAP. I think a few girly nights will send him packing. Are you all in?”
They all murmured their agreement. She checked her watch. “I’ve got to go, guys. I’ll see you soon.”
“Call us with regular updates.”
Heather agreed then shut her phone. She jumped off landing perfectly on her feet. Out of sight of the other employees she moved her thong into place before walking out.
Julian stood at his doorway as she returned.
“Where have you been?” he asked. His tone was filled with annoyance.
“I went to the ladies’ room. Is that a problem?” She folded her arms under her breasts. His gaze dropped to her chest.
“Get into my office. We need to talk.” He was ordering her around. Annoyed with her response to his interest she followed him inside, shutting the door behind her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Take a seat.” He leaned against his desk, his arms folded. She saw the muscles in the top part of his arms. The muscles he had always surprised her. He spent a great deal of time behind his desk, yet he was all muscles and gave the presence of a strong, powerful man.
Licking her lips she rubbed her hands down her skirt. They were sweating, and she put it down to the attention directed at her from the man in front of her.
“I need to talk to you about Friday night.”
Friday night? How did he know I was drunk?
“What about Friday?” she asked, her gaze going back to his. His blue eyes held her captive. She couldn’t help but think of the ocean when she stared into his cerulean eyes.
“I know you were no longer on work time and you’re free to do your own thing, but you have to remember you’re a member of my staff.”
“I understand. What does that have to do with Friday?”
“I saw you at the club. You were dancing with your friends.”
Fuck, he saw me.
“I still don’t see what the problem is.” She frowned wondering what she’d done.
“I need you to consider your actions at all times. One of my business associates recognised you. Your dancing and lack of attention could affect me. I’m asking you that next time you consider how you dance and what you’re doing.” He nodded his head smiling at her.
Hell no. He did not just told me to be a stick in the mud because his uptight business buddies wouldn’t approve.
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong, Mr. Goff. What I do on my time is my business.” She stood up from her chair. The difference in their height didn’t help her. At least she wasn’t sitting down to him standing up.
“I understand, Heather, but I’m asking you to consider—”
“Do you have any idea how you’ve insulted me just now?” she asked, cutting him off from talking.
“You’re taking it out of hand,” he said.
“No, you’re taking it out of hand.” She poked his chest, her temper rising at what he’d insinuated. “I was dancing with my friends after work. You were being particularly picky that day, and nothing that I did was good enough. I went out with my friends. I didn’t cause any problems, and yet you’re acting as if I was humping every man on stage.”
He caught her hand pulling her close to his chest. “Every man was drooling over your ass. You were causing a scene.”
“No one was doing anything. I’m single, and if I want to grab the attention of all the men there, then I bloody well will.” She fumed at him. His anger was clear on his face.
“No, you won’t.”
They were so close, their anger making them breathe heavily.
“Yes, I can. You can’t stop me. You’re my boss. Nothing else. If I want men checking out my ass then I’ll let them.” She pushed at his chest to try to pull away. He wouldn’t let her move. His grip tightened around her stopping her from moving.
“If you’re so desperate for male attention, you can have mine.” Before Heather had time to process what was happening, his lips slammed down on hers.
Chapter Four
Julian didn’t know what he was doing. One minute they were fighting, and then in the next he needed to know what she tasted like. His control slipped at the thought of other men touching her. She was his. He’d never felt so out of control over a woman before in his life. Her fists tightened in the length of his jacket as he caught a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. She gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to claim her as his. He plunged into her mouth, tasting the coffee and the cinnamon bagel he’d seen her eating at lunch.
He wanted more from her. Releasing her hand he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her in closer. Her curves were soft against his hardness, the roundness of her tummy rubbing against his semi-hard cock. He wanted her. There was no denying his need for her. Julian turned pushing her back against his desk. He wasn’t thinking. All he could do was react. Heather had gotten under his skin. He needed to claim every inch of her and wipe the thought of other men from her mind.
Lifting her onto his desk, he spread her legs wide to make room for him. He pushed the skirt up her thighs revealing her pale flesh. Gripping her thighs he felt the weight of them. She was bigger than the women he usually liked. However, he couldn’t seem to control himself around her. What had changed from Friday to Monday?
You’re single, and you’ve always wanted Heather. You just liked having her around you more.
He shut off the thought and pushed it to the back of his mind.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said but made no move to fight him as he began to unbutton her blouse.
“Shut up.” He captured her lips once again to stop her from thinking. She whimpered then sank her fingers into his hair. Pushing the fabric of her blouse out of the way, he broke the kiss to look at her tits.
Her lace bra covered her. He saw the red tips of her hard nipples. Julian unbuttoned the clasp of her bra pushing each side out of the way.
Her heavy breasts popped out. He cupped one in his hand feeling the weight and teasing the bud with his thumb. She let out a cry of pleasure. Her nipples were sensitive at the lightest of his touches.
Julian kissed along her jaw until he went down to capture one red nipple between his teeth. She gasped. The sound was heaven to his ears.
Heather pulled his head away then tore at his pants. She was all thumbs and uncoordinated. He pushed her hands out of the way. In seconds his belt was undone and his pants down to his knees. He pushed her skirt to her waist appreciating the small piece of fabric that covered her cunt from his view, then tore the final obstruction from her body.
From the light shining through his office window he saw she was wet and ready. Taking hold of his cock he placed himself at her entrance then sank inside her, slowly. Her tight pussy gripped him. Her feminine scent surrounded him as he plunged all the way in then pulled out. His cock was covered with her cum.
The sounds escaping from her moved him forward. He grabbed her hips and slammed inside her. Several items on his desk were thrown to the floor in his desire to feel her wrapped around him. Julian pulled her to the edge of his desk. His hands were on her hips as he fucked her hard and fast. She held onto the edge, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
“Play with yourself. I want to feel you come,” he said. His climax was so close, and he didn’t want to lose control before she did. Her fingers stroked her clit. Julian watched as he slowed the tempo down. “Let me taste you.”
She pressed the tips of her fingers to his lips. He sucked her fingers inside his mouth. Her taste glided along his tongue. She was sweet and musky.
He let her go, and she teased her clit. The flutters of her cunt increased letting him know she was close to climaxing.
Drivi
ng inside her, he turned and angled his hips so he was hitting her g-spot. Heather came apart under him. Moments later his own release overcame him, and he spurted his release inside her tight channel.
The sex had been hurried and quick. He liked to spend a great deal of time over his women. He loved watching them come apart with his touch.
Their heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard. They hadn’t locked his office door, and at any moment someone could have interrupted him. At the time he didn’t care. Reaching over her, he grabbed several tissues. She didn’t say a word as he pulled out of her body or as he wiped the semen from her pussy. They’d just had sex without a condom. He didn’t want to begin to think about the ramifications of the moment. All his life he’d ridiculed and looked down on people who’d made the mistake of forgetting a layer of protection. Two minutes of fighting with Heather and he’d done the same.
He pulled his pants up and redid his belt.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Fine.”
“I know it’s a little late to ask, but are you on the pill?”
“Why?” She moved off his desk, wincing as she did.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked. His hands were shaking. The lack of control took him completely off guard.
“No. It doesn’t matter.” She picked up the remains of her thong, the blush on her cheeks deepening when she held them up to the light.
“I’ll replace them.”
“It doesn’t matter. Why do you want to know if I’m on the pill?” she asked.
“I forgot protection. I want you to know that I’m clean. Are you clean?”
She stared at him. “Seriously? You’re asking me if I’ve got any fucking diseases after we screwed on your desk? What the hell am I thinking?”
He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair. She looked in distress over what had happened. Usually women were all over him when he gave them his attention. Heather seemed more withdrawn from him than ever before.
“I just wanted to make sure you were clean.”
“Oh, I’m not on the same social scale as you so I must sleep around? I can’t believe this.” She fisted the scraps of her thong in her hand, buttoned her blouse then stormed to the door. “Consider this my month’s notice.” She opened the door then slammed it shut.
Julian had no idea what to do. He’d just broken one of his most sacred rules, which was not to sleep with an employee. He knew when he’d hired Heather he’d only want her for a short while. That had changed when their working relationship had gone so well. Now, he’d fucked everything up.
He needed to talk to her.
****
“Of all the stupid fucking things you could do, Heather. Why didn’t you put a stop to it? No wonder he thinks you’ve got something contagious if you open your legs that fast for him. You probably look like some desperate slut who’d do anything for a cock.” She kept muttering to herself to try to figure out what had just happened. One moment they were arguing, and in the next they were going at it like a pair of rabbits who’d been put on the endangered list.
She grabbed her purse and jacket. There was no way she’d continue working with what had just happened. Pushing the hair off her face she scowled when she scented her own juice on her fingers.
Julian came out of his office and walked over to her. The office was filling up as she gathered her stuff. She ignored him. The whole interaction had taken twenty minutes tops. She couldn’t believe in twenty minutes she’d managed to orgasm and feel humiliated in the next instant.
“Leave me alone,” she said. She didn’t want the whole office to know what had happened. It was bad enough she felt the evidence between her thighs. He was the biggest man she’d ever been with, and she fucking ached now. She needed a hot bath with salts and some tender loving care. Elijah could leave. She wanted the house to herself.
“Where are you going?” Julian asked.
“Home. I need to get away from here, and you can’t let me leave after what just happened?” She turned to leave. Julian followed her. All the times she’d wanted him to follow before, but this was not one of them.
Typical, he follows on the day when I least bloody want him to.
The elevator was clear. He stood by her side as they rode down. “We need to talk about this,” he said.
She stared straight ahead. “There is nothing to talk about. I’m not on the pill. I’ll go and get one of those morning-after ones. I’m clean. The last guy I slept with was a pig, and I always use condoms. You’re the first one I haven’t.” Heather bit her lip to stop herself from crying. The risks she’d put herself through were ridiculous. She could be pregnant if she didn’t go and get that pill.
“I don’t want you to quit.”
“That’s not your decision. I can’t work with you after this.” The elevator pinged open.
“We need to talk.” He grabbed her elbow to stop her from escaping.
“Not now. I need to go. I don’t know what happened.” She tried to pull out of his hold, but he wouldn’t let her go.
“May I talk to you at your home?” he asked.
Julian being inside her home was the last thing she needed. She shook her head. “I’ll be at work tomorrow. I can’t handle this right now. I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”
She pulled out of his hold. This time he let her go. Heather walked out of the building feeling like she was on another planet. Her entire day had been fucked up because he’d started kissing her, and she couldn’t find the willpower to say no to him. Pushing her fingers through her hair, she moved through the throng of people on the street. Living in a city made it easy to get lost. Her phone began to ring. She grabbed it out of her purse and answered without looking who it was.
“Hello,” she said.
“Heather? Are you okay? You don’t sound great.” It was Amber on the other line.
“I’m just great. I mean, how good is a woman supposed to feel after they just fucked their boss in his office?” Saying the words out loud did nothing to help her in any way. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about what had happened. She was in love with Julian Goff and had been since the moment he offered her the job.
“I’m such a fucking idiot,” she said.
“Listen to me, babe. Go home, and I’m getting off work. I’ll come to you, and we’ll talk about this. Okay?”
Heather wanted to turn her down. Being with her friends wasn’t on her list. She wanted to go home, kick her brother out, then sit and cry for the rest of the night. Preferably cry over a tub of velvety chocolate ice-cream.
“All right. I’m on my way home.”
“I’ll call the others and let them know it is a code three emergency.” Heather closed the phone when Amber was done. She didn’t want to have to deal with everything right now, but her friends were her best option.
She walked all the way home hoping it would clear her head.
Elijah was sat in her sitting room reading through some paperwork when she walked on.
“You’re back early,” he said.
“So. Have you found a job or an apartment yet?” she asked. Her mood deteriorated the longer she had time to think about what happened.
“Someone is in a mood.” She dropped her purse near the door and went straight to the kitchen.
“Do you have a job or apartment yet?” She pulled down a cup for herself ignoring her brother as he leaned against the counter. Heather made herself a cup of tea.
“I’ve got a job. I’m still looking at the apartment problem.”
“Good. I want you gone soon.” She stirred the tea bag with the hot water.
A tear escaped, and she rubbed it out of the way hoping he hadn’t seen it.
“I know we’ve never been close, Heather, but I hoped you’d be able to talk to me about anything,” he said. The relationship she had with her friends was stronger than the one she had with her own brother. She began to laugh.
“I couldn’t come to you if m
y life counted on it, Elijah. Find an apartment, and leave me the hell alone.” She went to her room leaving him behind.
When her door clicked shut she let the tears fall. Her relationship with her brother had been strained at a young age when her parents chose him for everything. He’d been the rebel but the one people gravitated towards while she’d been the fat, useless one. Her parents loved her. She knew Elijah loved her. The pain was hard to deal with.
She used to wish her relationship with her parents and brother had been better like the ones shown in the movies. Instead, her real family was the three friends she’d made since being a child.
Chapter Five
Amber stopped off home to change before going to the supermarket then on to Heather’s place. She didn’t like the fact Elijah was back. He always made Heather tense. When she called Connie and Ashley for support she’d been shocked to find they were both working nights and wouldn’t be there to help.
She purchased two large tubs of chocolate ice-cream then made her way over to her friend’s. For several minutes she stayed in her car debating on cancelling her friend. Shaking her head, she grabbed her bag then made her way to the door. It was still early in the day. Moments later her nightmare opened the door. His hair was tied round the back. She liked the fact he kept the length of his hair long.
Biting her lip she fought with the desire to stare at the ground. This was the outside world. She didn’t need to do as she was told here.
“I’m here for Heather.”
“I know.”
“Can I get past so I can help her?” she asked.
“You know the proper way to address me,” he said.
Amber stared past his shoulder wondering where Heather was. Could she hear the conversation she was having with her brother?
“I don’t have to do that here,” she said. Her heart was racing.
“No. Then I guess you don’t want to come past.” His arms were folded over his chest. From the way he stood and the look in his eye she knew he wouldn’t budge until she gave him what he wanted. This is how it had always been with them since the moment she turned eighteen. The incidents with Elijah had been the only thing she’d kept a secret from her best friends. They didn’t need to know about them. She didn’t want anyone to know about their situation. Running her fingers through her hair she glanced beyond his shoulder for her own peace of mind.