Insufferable Proximity 2

by Stefani, Z.

  He slipped his hand into the waistband of her panties. She felt her skin begin to vibrate as his hand touched her bare skin. He slipped his finger between her lips and lightly grazed her swelling clit. He bent his head to her breast and sucked the taut tip into his mouth. Heaven pressed back harder against the door as she pushed her breasts out.

  Just when he was ready to strip her down, his secretary’s voice came over the intercom.

  “Mr. Ayden King is here to see you.”

  “Damn!” Heaven cursed, embarrassed that Ayden was on the other side of the door. She shoved at Julian and hastily straightened her clothes.

  “Fuck,” Julian cussed, angry that Ayden was on the other side of the door. He grew even angrier as he watched Heaven immediately straighten her clothes. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

  “I know, but you did agree to wait until after work,” she whispered.

  “I don’t know if I can wait.” He managed to pull himself away from her and walk over to his desk, picking up the phone and speaking to his secretary, “Tell him just one minute.”

  “No problem,” his secretary responded before she hung up the phone.

  “I almost forgot about this meeting,” he walked over to Heaven as he straightened his shirt, “it won’t take long.”

  He kissed her and copped a quick feel before she left.

  ***

  Julian was busy helping his father for most of the day. When the day was done, he raced home and carried Heaven into the house.

  He’d called ahead and had the chef prepare a large meal. After they changed and got comfortable, he led her out to their balcony.

  “This looks delicious.” Heaven clapped her hands as she walked towards the table.

  “You said you were in the mood for pasta.”

  She smiled as she sat down. “And I see you that you had them prepare every type of pasta ever invented.”

  “Of course.”

  “After dinner I have a surprise for you, too.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes, I do. You kept your promise, even though I saw how hard it was on you.” She pulled out a bag of gourmet chocolate-chip cookies and held them up.

  Julian smiled widely as he untied her robe. He’d skip dinner and go straight for the dessert.

  ***

  On the way to work the next morning, Julian slid his hand between Heaven’s thighs.

  “If I promise to wait until after work, will you have another surprise for me?” he asked.

  She smiled back at him. “I certainly will.”

  “I have another meeting with my father this morning.”

  “How is his case going?”

  “It’s tricky; his witness isn’t cooperative. He’s protecting his wife.”

  “Well, with your help, I guarantee a win.” She winked.

  ***

  Julian was discussing key evidence with his father, when Ayden received an important call. Julian watched as an array of negative emotions crossed his father’s face. Ayden only got that look on his face when dealing with one person—his wife.

  “What is it?” Julian asked after his father hung up the phone.

  “It’s Julia; she’s trying to press charges against me.”

  “For what?”

  “For spousal and child abuse. She’s claiming that I abused her throughout our marriage.”

  “That’s ridiculous. Her lies will never hold up in court.”

  “I know she’s doing this to try to get a settlement from the divorce. She’s trying to say that I caused the injury you received when you were a nine-year-old.”

  Julian looked at his father. The memory of his injury forced itself back into his mind. He’d spent years forgetting it.

  “She caused that injury. I’ll testify in your defense if it gets that far.” He stood up, “Let’s finish this later.”

  “I’m sorry, son,” Ayden said as he watched Julian leave the office.

  ***

  Julian felt his anger race with his frustration. He hated bringing up the past, but there seemed to be a lot of that lately. He called Heaven the moment he left his father’s office; he needed to see her. She reminded him of his future and helped him forget his past. She was in a meeting with a potential new client, but promised to come next door the second she finished.

  Heaven walked into Julian’s office. He was on the phone but quickly hung up. Her hips swayed as she walked towards him and Julian was amazed that just her walk could take him to his knees. She sat on the edge of his desk facing him, and his hands shot straight to her thighs.

  “That was a first. My last appointment was with a man who wanted to employ my services for the crime he was about to commit.”

  “He hadn’t committed the crime yet?”

  “Nope. I told him that it didn’t work that way. Then I called your father and let him know what was going on. What do you want to do for lunch? I’m starving.” She changed the subject as she took off her glasses and dropped them on his desk.

  “I want to eat in,” he answered.

  “In your office?”

  “No…in here,” he spread her legs and kissed her inner thigh, “right here.” He slid his finger down the center of her sex.

  “You agreed to wait,” she countered, closing her legs.

  “It was worth a shot.” He shrugged his shoulders, pulling her down to his lap.

  “We only have a few more hours, and then we can do whatever we want.”

  “At least give me a kiss.” He pulled her head closer to his. She kissed him lightly, careful not to get him worked up.

  “That’s enough,” she smirked, trying to pull back. She tried to scoot off his lap, but the feel of her lush ass sliding across his cock was too much for Julian.

  “No.” He pulled her head closer, deepening the kiss. After a moment, she pulled back.

  “That’s enough; you’re getting too worked up,” she whispered, feeling his erection stab into her behind.

  “Just wiggle your ass for me.”

  “No!” She smiled as she jumped off his lap.

  “Show me something to hold me over,” he asked with a desperation that made her want to strip off her suit.

  She giggled as she shook her head. “No way.”

  “You’re not leaving this office until you do.”

  “Fine,” she said, and slowly pulled her skirt up to the middle of her thighs. She watched as Julian began to rise from his chair, his eyes locked on her exposed skin.

  He stalked towards her. “I want one little taste.”

  “No,” she squealed. She tried to pull her skirt down as she backed away. “See, I told you that you’d get too worked up.”

  “No, leave it up,” he objected, and prevented her from pulling it back down.

  “I promise to pull my skirt up to my neck if you wait until after work.”

  “And I promise to rip that skirt to shreds if you don’t hike it up to your waist. Now!”

  “You better not rip my skirt,” she pouted as she slid it half-an-inch higher.

  “I had you right where I wanted you this morning. I was so close I could almost feel my cock inside your tight little pussy,” he breathed as he backed her against the wall.

  “Stop,” she sighed as his words made her clit twitch.

  “You realize that it’s possible to tease a man to death? Are you trying to kill me?” Her slow deliberate moves were driving him crazy. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  “No, I am just trying to help you master the art of self-control in the workplace.” Even as she spoke, she felt her own self-control begin to slip.

  Damn him.

  “Fuck control, I need a taste of you to hold me over,” he grunted as he grabbed her and sat her on his desk.

  “Julian—cut it out.” She tried to get away from him as he pinned her to the desk, but she wasn’t trying very hard. When Julian started kissing down her thigh, she knew she was in trouble. At this point, she wanted his lips to sli
p lower to her clit.

  “I promise to stop before I go too far.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.”

  Julian grabbed his scissors and carefully cut the crotch of her stockings before bending his head between her thighs. Heaven spread her legs wider as he lightly nipped her sex through her panties. He ran his tongue over the edge, slipping it between the fabric and her sex. He grabbed her panties and pulled them to the side, baring as much of her flesh as possible. He slipped his tongue down the smooth flesh of her lips before dipping it in between them. Heaven grabbed his head as he took her pulsing clit into his mouth. She tried hard not to cry out as he sucked on the tight nub.

  She writhed on the desk, pushing her sex against his mouth. She began to pant and circled her hips as she pressed harder against his talented tongue. The pressure began to spark in her swollen clit as he continued.

  Julian moaned like a starved man devouring a delicious dessert. He nuzzled his face against her spread sex, spreading her juice across his mouth before wrapping his lips back around her clit. He sucked the nub deep into his mouth and spread her legs even wider.

  She tried to hold still as the feeling increased, but her lower body began to shake uncontrollably. She felt the room stop around her, and the air grow thin. She took a deep breath as the pressure burst and spiraled down through her swelled clitoris, tightening her thighs against his head as he continued to orally assault her. He refused to stop until her body went limp on the desk.

  He bathed her sex with his tongue, and grinned as the muscles in her thighs twitched. Placing a soft kiss on her stomach before he stood up.

  Heaven was so worked up that it took her body twenty seconds to realize he’d stopped. She looked up at him in disbelief.

  “You can’t just stop like that,” she grumbled as the muscles in her thighs continued to twitch.

  “I promised you that I would. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to keep you locked in my office, fucking you for the rest of the day. Although I would love to, I know how mad you’ll be when I don’t let you leave.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Be careful; I’ll take you up on that offer,” he declared, with a look on his face that told Heaven he wasn’t joking.

  “I will be mad later.”

  “I know, and I don’t want to argue later. I have other plans for you tonight.”

  “I don’t want to argue either. Besides, what if your father had come back to your office?” Reality began to dawn on her sex-fogged mind.

  “Then you better hurry and cover up before I change my mind,” he said, barely holding onto his control.

  Heaven could see that he was fighting himself for control. She knew exactly what he wanted to do to her, but was intent on keeping his promise. Although she would love for him to continue, Julian had a way of taking things too far. She jumped up and quickly fixed her clothes.

  “We’ll continue this after work. For now, I’m going to get us some food from the cafeteria.” She winked and blew him a kiss before hurrying out of his office. Julian frowned, knowing he would be stuck with this erection for the rest of the day. Nothing except Heaven would be able to make it go down.

  Heaven left his office with a big smile on her face. She wondered how she was going to keep his hands at bay during lunch. She had just gotten near the end of the hallway when Clive stopped her.

  “Ms. Deville, do you have a moment?”

  “Sure,” she nodded civilly.

  “I never got a chance to thank you properly for suggesting I keep Miss Gray as my secretary. She is a very intelligent woman.”

  “Of course,” she nodded.

  “She’s an absolute joy and the hardest working secretary I’ve ever had.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  “I would love to take you to lunch and show you my appreciation.”

  “She’s busy,” Julian said as he walked up behind Heaven. He put his hand possessively on Heaven’s hip while looking directly into Clive’s eyes.

  “Of course; another time then,” Clive answered, not taking his eyes off Heaven.

  “No, there won’t be another time; she’s a very busy girl.” Julian was being civil, but he felt his anger sparking. There was something about the new guy that he didn’t like.

  “I understand,” Clive nodded before he walked away.

  “Good,” Julian replied. Clive was new to the firm and had no idea about their relationship. Since he was a co-worker, Julian would give him the benefit of the doubt. He would have a talk with Clive and set him straight.

  Julian led Heaven into her office.

  “I want to go get some food; I’m starving, and I know you are too,” Heaven said once they were inside.

  “What was that about?” Julian asked, standing inches from her.

  “What was what about?”

  “Don’t play coy—answer me.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she frowned, putting her hand on her hip.

  “Why the fuck was he asking you to lunch?”

  “He just wanted to thank me.”

  “Thank you for what?”

  “For recommending that he keep Gloria Gray on as his secretary.”

  “When did you make that recommendation?”

  “I called him right after your father hired him.”

  “You called him?” Julian barked, and Heaven could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

  “Yes, I didn’t want Gloria to lose her job.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you spoke to him? Why would you keep that a secret?” He suddenly thought of all the times he’d hidden information from women. It had only been done in deceit. He had never withheld information from Heaven, so why would she do that to him? Was she being deceitful?

  ‘She’s too brutally honest to be deceitful, he thought, reminding himself whom he was dealing with.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t think it was important.”

  “It is important.”

  “Fine.”

  “No more private conversations with Mr. Baker. Don’t push me on this. We’ll talk about it more when we get home.” He turned to leave.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To my office,” he barked as he neared the door.

  “What about lunch?”

  “I’ve lost my appetite,’ he finished with a look of disgust before he left her office.

  Heaven stood baffled, looking at the closed door.

  “What the hell just happened?” she whispered to herself.

  She stood there dumbfounded for a moment before she walked next door to Julian’s office.

  “I’m not waiting until we get home; I want to talk about this now.” She walked over to sit on his desk—preventing him from doing anything other than talking to her.

  “I don’t like that you kept that phone call from me.”

  “I’m sorry. If I knew that it was going to bother you, I wouldn’t have called him at all. I would have just relayed the message through your father.”

  “I like that idea. From now on, relay all messages to Mr. Baker through my father. Or me. I don’t want you talking to him.”

  “But he’s a co-worker.” She was having déjà vu, remembering when he made the same demand about Gavin Grant.

  “I know…I don’t care,” he said bluntly.

  “You’re being irrational.”

  “I know…I don’t care,” he repeated in the same fashion.

  “Fine, have it your way,” she shrugged. She had no reason to talk to Clive. Even if she weren’t with Julian, she would still ignore Clive like she did everyone else.

  “And I want your shirt buttoned at all times. If I catch him looking at your chest again, I’m liable to pluck his eyes out,” he instructed as he buttoned her shirt to the top, “I’m starting to miss those constricting corsets.”

  ***

  The prison was currently in a state of silent battle. To the people on t
he outside, it looked like a normal prison, but the people on the inside knew what that silence meant. There had been a war brewing between the prisoners before Gavin arrived. The war had slowly escalated, and now it involved the officers. It was like a heightened game of chess, both sides making moves according to their situation.