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 ni**les. Julian unbuttoned the clasp of her bra pushing each side out of the way.
Her heavy br**sts 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 ni**les 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 c**k he placed himself at her entrance then sank inside her, slowly. Her tight pu**y gripped him. Her feminine scent surrounded him as he plunged all the way in then pulled out. His c**k was covered with her cum.
The sounds escaping from her moved him forward. He grabbed her h*ps 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 h*ps as he f**ked 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 cl**ax 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 cl**axing.
Driving inside her, he turned and angled his h*ps 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 se**n from her pu**y. 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 f**king 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 f**ked everything up.
He needed to talk to her.
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“Of all the stupid f**king 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.