All too soon the kiss went from gentle to fire. His hand tightened on her waist pulling her closer. She felt the length of his c**k against her stomach. No words formed on her lips as he turned her, then pressed her onto his desk once again. Her ni**les were unbearably tight against her lace bra. The fabric felt itchy next to her skin. She wanted her clothes off and his lips in place of them.
Heather knew if she didn’t stop then she would end up being f**ked on his desk again.
“No,” she said, breaking away from his kiss.
“What’s the matter? I want you. I need you.” He trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth to her neck. She shivered as he bit the delicate flesh of her neck. The pleasure intensified. Liquid warmth flooded her pu**y, and her panties were soaking wet from her arousal. A cry left her lips as he tweaked a budded nipple between his fingers.
A knock sounded at his office. Julian covered her mouth with his palm. She stared, alarmed, at him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This is one of the reasons she didn’t want to conduct an affair with him.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Beth. I’m looking for Heather. She told me to see her this morning, but I can’t find her.”
Julian glared at her removing his palm enough for her to whisper. “She’s got the reports you need on your new takeover bid.”
“Heather is busy at the moment. She’s taking some notes for me on a very important phone call. Leave the file on her desk. She’ll find you when we’re done.”
“Yes, sir.”
When the coast was clear Heather jumped up from his desk and put as much space between them as she could. Her heart was beating rapidly. The flutters of her pu**y made her aware of what could have happened but didn’t. The disappointment, excitement, and all other emotions crammed into one to make her feel lost.
“We can’t do this here,” she said.
“Then you come home with me tonight.”
“Why? Are you trying to screw with my head, Julian? Is that what this is about? To see how far you can push me until I snap?” She stopped. Her voice was rising, and she didn’t want to grab any unwanted attention. “What exactly was that about? Grabbing me like that? Why can’t we keep our hands off each other? We’ve done it the last few years.”
“First, that is a lot of questions to answer. Most of them you already know the answer to. I’m not trying to ruin you in anyway, Heather. I’ve been waiting to kiss you since I arrived here at seven. I know you get in early, and I wanted to be here when you did.”
Heather paused at his revelation. “You wanted to kiss me?”
“Yes. I wanted to start our day off to a good start. After I kissed you, I was going to invite you back to my place tonight.”
She fell harder for him. The romance in what he’d said wasn’t lost on her. He wanted to kiss her. How could a woman not melt for him after that confession? If she was made of nothing but water then she’d be a puddle at his feet.
Licking her lips she thought about her plans for the evening. “I can phone my friends and cancel.” She knew that was against the girl code, and she hoped they’d understand.
“Don’t forget to warn your brother. I don’t want Elijah knocking down my door trying to get to you.”
“I will.” She wouldn’t spill her guts about her lack of care when it came to her brother. She didn’t see the need to tell him of her whereabouts.
“I think you should stay here and take some notes. When you leave you can look frazzled by all the work I’ve given you.”
Heather nodded her head grateful for his consideration of her work reputation. He handed her a pad of paper and a pen.
“It is a good thing I saved some work for you,” he said. She took the pad and pen from him.
“Thank you, Julian.”
“What for?”
“For allowing me to keep my job and not expose me as some kind of slut.” She blushed at him then sat down.
“I never thought I’d see that.”
“What?”
“A woman blush. I’ve been around too many women with an agenda, and I feel it has left me cynical towards your sex. I’m also older than you. This could blow back in my face.”
She groaned at the mention of age. “Don’t bring up the age gap. There is nothing wrong with us. I’m twenty-five, and people won’t care about the differences. They’ll think I’m after you for your money or your position.”
“Are you?” he asked with a hint of a smile on his face.
“Yes, I’m totally after you money. I couldn’t live with myself without all those model clothes I can’t get into. Have you seen the limit on the sizes in the women’s shops you go to? My size doesn’t cut it.”
Shut up, Heather.
Now she’d just gone and told him her size.
Great, now he knows you’ve got an insecurity about your weight.
“I love your curves. I don’t care about what the numbers are on the label. So my money is one thing you want me for. What else?” He was smiling at her. Her heart fluttered at his lack of concern with her size. So many men seemed to want women with a size zero figure, who ate a diet of celery and carrot sticks.
“I’m going to sue you for sexual harassment.”
Julian burst out laughing causing her to giggle at the comment.
“You and I both know you could never go through with anything like that. You don’t crave the attention like others do. You’re happier being left alone,” he said.
“How do you know that?” Dancing at a club was different from having your whole life spread out in a newspaper for the whole world to dissect and mock. She’d rather stick to dancing in Wade’s club. That was as much attention as she wanted.
“I’ve watched you at business meetings. You don’t like questions fired directly at you. You begin to fidget, and your cheeks turn red. It is really cute to see.”
“Great. Me looking like a strawberry is cute?” She smiled though. He’d noticed her, and that had to account for something. Or was she clutching at straws?
Shaking her head she gazed down at the pad in front of her. “You better make me look busy. I don’t want any work colleagues to doubt my ability.”
“If they doubt your ability they can answer to me.”
Heather smiled. She listened to him dictate several pieces of information he wanted her to copy up. Notes were taken, and then when enough time passed she left his office. He told her to leave the door open.