by Sam Crescent
“May I please come past, Sir?” By that simple word alone her pussy moistened. Elijah always had the power to make her wet by his actions.
He reached out stroking her hair. He’d asked her to keep it long, and because she wanted to please him, she had kept it long.
“I love your hair.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Heather asked. Amber pulled away glaring at him, then pushed past him. The action of him touching her hair gave her consent to pass.
“How are you doing, honey?” Ashley gave Heather a hug making sure Elijah couldn’t see her face.
“I’m going to take a bath. Are you okay with him until I’m done?”
Amber nodded then watched her friend walk up the stairs. She turned on the only man in the room. “She is to never find out about us,” she said.
“You keep secrets? I thought you guys talked about everything.”
She walked past him, grabbed her bag and went to the kitchen. He always kept his distance from her when her friends were around. That time when she was eighteen and the last few times she’d seen him, Elijah hadn’t said anything about moving closer.
Her sexual experiences were all with him.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed,” he said. His arms wrapped around her waist as he whispered against her ear. She closed her eyes pretending they were elsewhere. Her desires scared her. Elijah had been the only man who understood her.
“No, they don’t need to know. This is part of who I am, but maybe I’ll grow out of it someday.” She was twenty-five and couldn’t reach an orgasm without that edge of pain. What was wrong with her?
“I should put you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s red. There is nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect.” He nibbled her neck. She let him for several moments. His attention always made her feel special.
“I’ve got to help Heather. She’s been through so much.”
“I’m not leaving. I’m here to stay.”
Amber nodded her head knowing she couldn’t fight him. She didn’t want to fight him. He pulled away. She felt the loss of his touch. Heather came down the stairs wearing her favourite teddy bear pajamas. With two spoons and a huge carton of ice-cream, Amber was ready to comfort her friend.
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Julian couldn’t leave work without making sure everything was settled. Watching Heather walk away had been one of his hardest decisions ever. He wanted to follow her. What had happened between them confused him. One moment they were arguing about her actions Friday, and then the next she was poking him. After that he only remembered the intense pleasure as he sank into her tight pussy. His cock twitched as he sat behind his desk.
Concentrating on work was difficult to do with his cock getting hard at the littlest thought of a dark-haired beauty.
He couldn’t lose Heather. Not as his personal assistant and not as his woman either. When had he started to think about her as his woman?
By the time five o’clock came he was out of the door and on his way to Wade’s bar. He needed to know where she lived, and he had a feeling either the owner or her girlfriends would know. Julian knew it would be easier to check her file, but he didn’t want to draw any more attention to her. He knew how the office staff worked. Making her the talk of the cafeteria wasn’t the solution.
Julian drove to the bar and parked in the back. It was gone five, and the after work crowd were gathered ready to have a drink. Winter was almost upon them, and Julian buttoned up his jacket to guard against the chill in the air. He walked into the club. He liked the contemporary look of the place, which offered immediate ease to anyone who entered. Wade was behind the bar on the telephone as he approached. The owner gave him a smile before calling off.
“Can I help you?” Wade asked.
“You know Heather Booth and her friends?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know them well?” Julian’s questions were causing some frowning from the other man.
“What is this about?” Wade moved a box of beer from the counter to behind him.
“I need to talk to Heather. She works for me. I was wondering if you knew where she lived or knew when her friends would be in. I need to talk to them.” He waited for Wade to answer.
“Look behind you. You’ll see one of them right now.”
Julian turned. The girl with the blonde hair stood behind him.
“You want to see Heather after what you did to her?” she asked.
“I didn’t do anything. She ran out before we had chance to talk.” He stared at her remembering her from the Friday before.
“I’m Connie.” The woman brushed past him and paid Wade. The other guy handed her a white packet.
“Here you go, Connie. A proper bacon, lettuce, and tomato just the way you like it,” Wade said.
“No one makes a BLT the way you do.” Connie turned back to him. “You want to make it up with Heather?”
“I need to talk to her. I want to make it right.”
“Are you going to break her heart?” she asked.
“That is not my intention.”
That is what you do. You break women’s hearts with disappointment. Should you leave Heather alone? She can do better than you.
You want her.
Take her.
“I’ll give you her address only because I know how she feels about you.” Connie put her sandwich down, took a piece of paper, and wrote Heather’s address. “Here, go and visit her. But be warned, if you hurt her I will come and gut you. This is not a friendly warning. I took a cookery course and know how to gut fish. You’ll be one.” She grabbed her sandwich, waved at Wade and left him.
“Those girls are tight, man. They will hurt you if you hurt one of their pack.” Wade gave him a warning. “How long have you known them?” Julian asked.
“They don’t remember me, but I was friends with Heather’s brother. Not great friends, but I know the girls from when they were younger. I’ll tread carefully.”
Julian nodded, looked at the address, then walked out of the bar. He needed to talk to her. He liked the fact she had friends to care for her.
The address on the piece of paper took him near the edge of the city. It was a busy street if he recalled. He found directions then started the car. It was busy for a Monday after work. The traffic slowed him down to the point when he parked outside her house it was dark. The lights were on and the curtains drawn. He got out, noticing the neighbourhood was nice. His house had a long drive and had several acres of land separating him from his neighbours.
He knocked on her door. This was the first time he’d been to a woman’s door before. Most of them were usually staying with him for some kind of function. He never had to call on a woman.
A man with long hair tied round the back answered the door. He wore a pair of blue worn jeans and a plain white shirt. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“I’m looking for Heather. I was told I could find her here.”
“What do you want with Heather?”
Julian didn’t like the man on sight. If she had a boyfriend then why had she let him go so far? A woman with red hair came round the corner. Julian recognised her from the club on Friday.
“You’re Julian Goff.”
“Yes.”
“Connie called to let me know you’d be stopping by.” She turned to the man. “He’s here to see your sister. Let him in.”
“What’s going on? Why are you all crowding around the door?” Heather came into view wearing the cutest pair of teddy bear pajamas he’d ever seen. “What are you doing here?”
“You left before we had a chance to talk. We need to talk.”
“Do you want him in?” the brother asked her.
Heather kept staring at him. She nodded her head after some time had passed. “We need to talk.”
“Excellent. You can talk to my sister while Amber and I go and get dinner. I’m starved. Do you like pizza, mate?” The brother handed Amber a coat then pushed past him.
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��It looks like I’ve been organized. Are you okay being alone with him?” Amber asked Heather.
His woman nodded her head. He closed the door behind him and faced her.
“You didn’t have to come to my home. I would have seen you in work tomorrow.”
“I doubt that, Heather. We both know you’d find some reason not to work the month’s resignation.” He walked further into her room. She went down the short hallway to the kitchen. He followed her.
“I wouldn’t have filed a lawsuit or anything. I was with you all the way.”
“I know.” She wasn’t the type of woman to involve the law. “Do you have a job to go to?”
She shook her head.
“In this type of market you think it is sensible to quit your current job without another one lined up?”
“I’ll find something. After what happened I think working together is wrong.” She stirred some coffee into a cup then handed it to him.
“You mean after we fucked on my desk.”
She dropped the cup spilling hot coffee all over her kitchen. “Why did you have to do that?” She shoved his chest out of the way and began cleaning up the mess. Julian helped her mop up. When she dumped the towels in the sink he went to her putting a hand on either side of the counter, trapping her in.
“We fucked, Heather. There is no getting away from it.”
“And I messed up everything,” she whispered. Her hair was pulled up into a clip exposing her neck. There had been so many times he’d wanted to kiss the delicate flesh. He gave in to temptation and tasted her.
She moaned as he nibbled the back of her neck, her body shaking as he teased her with his kisses.
“Can I let you in on a little secret?” he asked.
“What?”
“I want to fuck you a lot more.”
“What?” She spun round. Her body was flush against his. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck while the other covered her waist.
“I want to tear the clothes from your body, spread your pretty white thighs, and fuck you hard. I want to take you over and over again.”
Her tongue peeked out as she licked her lips. Julian groaned as his cock tightened unbearably in his pants. He wanted to feel her sweet lips wrapped around the length of his shaft.
“Do you feel that?” he asked. Julian pressed his cock against her rounded belly. The tip was wet from his pre-cum. The arousal shocked him by its speed.
Her moans were driving him crazy. How had he not seen the passion inside her? She wanted him. He saw it, recognised it. Now he wanted her all to himself. The change was instantaneous inside him. He let go of her hair to unbutton her teddy bear top.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I need to be inside you.”
She covered his hands with her own. “No.”
“You want me, Heather. Don’t try to deny the attraction between us.” He stopped only because she’d asked him to.
“You’ve just finished with another woman. I’m not going to be a quick fuck, Julian. I couldn’t live with myself.” She pulled away going to the other end of the kitchen. She looked so damn sexy.
“There is no other woman in my life, Heather.”
“At the moment.”
“I’m not going to pretend to be a saint. I love women, but I never cheat on them.” It was the one thing he refused to do. Cheating on a woman was disrespectful and rude.
“Love women? You use them. Why should I put myself through that kind of heartache?” she asked.
Julian glanced around her kitchen. Her question was valid. He could not give her a happily ever after. All he was able to give her was a good time along with a healthy pay-check at the end.
Chapter Six
The man she loved was in her kitchen sporting a huge erection for her, and here she stood, ready to turn him down. The heartache he would cause her wasn’t worth the pain she knew he’d give her. Knowing all of the negatives she couldn’t help the warmth between her legs or the yearning to feel him close.
“Your pussy is wet for me.”
She loved his dirty talk far more than she should. In fact, she should be slapping him ‘round the face and forcing him out of her house. Instead, her pussy was dripping with cum. The desire to tear her pajamas from her body and spread out on the kitchen floor was strong.
“This is not fair,” she said.
“You want me, Heather. I’m here. Yours for the taking.” He moved closer invading her space once again. She didn’t know how he stopped her from thinking. When he was near her ability to process thoughts diminished.
“Only for a short time, Julian. I don’t want to be a quick fuck.”
“Then we don’t be a quick fuck. We can be something else,” he said. He caught her face between his much larger hands.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to lose you. I want to explore this.”
“What? Fuck-buddies?”
“No. I want you to be mine for as long as it takes.”
She frowned, not understanding what he wanted. “I don’t get it. What were all those other women to you?”
“A distraction.”
“You want to date me?”
“Yes, I’ll date you on your terms.” He kissed her lips ever so gently. “I don’t want to lose whatever this is.”
“You’ve never had to come to a woman’s house before?”
Julian shook his head. Heather didn’t know what to think. On the one hand it has been what she’d dreamed about since the moment she met him. On the other, how could she give herself to a man who couldn’t commit to her?
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“You’re free to work out your notice, and I’ll guarantee you another job elsewhere.” He rubbed his thumb along her lip. “Please, Heather. Consider what I’m offering you.”
“That’s the thing. I don’t know exactly what you’re offering me.” She held his hand in hers. “You were arguing about me dancing on Friday. Then we were shouting, and then we were having sex on your desk. I’ve been working for you for over two years now, and in all of that time you haven’t treated me in any way other than as an employee. What has changed your tune?”
“Do you really think there has been nothing going on between us?”
She nodded her head. What else could she say? Her time with him was spent doing work or getting his laundry or buying gifts for his ungrateful girlfriend. How could she believe he had had a change of heart?
“No other woman in my life has spent so much time with me, Heather.”
“I’m your personal assistant. It’s required of me.”
“To a certain extent, yes, but not all the time. There have been meetings abroad and dinners I’ve taken you to purely because I didn’t want you to leave my side,” he said.
Her mouth opened in shock. She didn’t know how to close it. There had been many dinners and trips over the past couple of years where he’d demanded her presence rather than requested it.
“What about your women? There have been many items of jewellery I’ve gotten for you over the years. At least six. What were they if you don’t cheat on women, Julian?” Her hands were on her hips as she argued her side. There was no way she’d give up everything because he asked her to. The love she felt for him was strong but not strong enough to throw herself at him.
“We work well together. I’ve never had a more efficient and hard working PA before. Your skills in the work-place meant a great deal to me. There were many times I wanted to change it, Heather. Last Friday being a very good example.”
“What about last Friday?” she asked. The episode with her dancing kept cropping up.
“I couldn’t stand the thought of another man touching you. All I wanted to do was pull you off the floor and make you mine.”
The possessiveness he displayed shocked her. Julian always seemed so put together as a man. He was in control and the leader. She began to see a whole other side of him.
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sp; “I was just dancing.”
“You were shaking your ass for someone other than me.” He cupped her butt making her squeal as he gave her a light slap.
“I’ve been going out dancing with my friends all the time I’ve been working for you.”
“There is a difference between that time and now.”
“What?” she asked. His masculine scent threatened to drive her insane with longing. He smelt so damn good. His scent was a combination of male sweat and expensive perfume. She giggled when she thought of Julian wearing perfume. The word sounded so feminine when compared to the very masculine man in front of her.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. You were saying?”
“When you were out dancing before I didn’t know about it. Now I do, and I don’t like it,” he said.
“But I like dancing.”
“Then I’ll take you.”
“Are you a possessive kind of asshole? Because if you are we can end this now.”
You want him, possessive crap and all.
“Only when it comes to you. I’ve never felt this way about another person.”
The sound of the door going interrupted them.
“I need an answer. Do you want to date me?”
Yes!
“What about work? People will talk, and I don’t want that kind of stigma attached to my name. I work hard for the position I’m in. I don’t want my work to look less because of me dating the boss.”
“Then it will be between us. You’ll be sleeping with the boss.”
Heather didn’t know what to say. She was saved from saying anything when Elijah and Amber walked into the kitchen.
“Are you staying for pizza?” Elijah asked.
“Sure, if I’m allowed to stay.” Julian turned back to her. Her body was humming with sexual awareness. She’d just agreed to have an affair with the boss. Ignoring her own warnings she nodded her head. Heather gazed down at her attire. There was no point changing. She took a seat at the table as Amber grabbed plates and glasses. She handed a soda to her then a plate. Julian and Elijah dug in without any plates, their conversation turning to football. Amber sat next to her nibbling on the crust of a pizza.