Silent No More(23)

“You have to be quiet. The room isn’t soundproof,” he says as he tries not to laugh. I still and look to the door wondering if someone’s going to come in. He sees my scared expression.

“No one can come in without me pressing a button, letting them in.” I turn and look at him confused.

“The door automatically locks when it’s shut. I have to press a button on my desk to unlock it.”

“We should stop. This isn’t why I’m here,” I say. As I’m about to get off him, he grabs me and flips me onto my back, all without removing his cock from inside me. His lips are on mine before I can protest, and he starts moving in and out, hard, really hard and fast. I moan into his mouth and I feel myself building inside. I’m going to lose it. I can’t hold it back.

“I’m going to fucking explode if you don’t come.” He says and I rupture before the sentence is out. While I’m crashing, he reaches his climax and spills himself inside me. It’s warm and my cries are muffled into his mouth.

We still and are both panting. He places his forehead to mine.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” It’s not a question, but I don’t think he means it as a command either.

“I can’t. I’m going out with my friends tonight,” I answer, still breathless. He pulls out of me and I sit up looking for my clothes. “I’ll probably stay at their apartment tonight,” I continue. I’ve already spent the last two nights in his bed; he’s bound to want me out of there by now. He zips his pants up.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” he asks as he walks over to help me zip up my dress. He plants a soft kiss on the back of my shoulder. It’s warm and sends electric currents through my body. How can he do this to me with just a simple touch?

“Yes, I need to get my things from your room,” I say and I recognize the look in his eyes as pain. I ignore it and slide into my pumps as he slides my jacket over my arms. He turns and reaches for his jacket, slipping into it. He looks perfect and not like he just had sex in his office.

He looks strong and in control.

I can only imagine the way I must look, and now I have to walk back through the front office. Oh God, will they know? Did anyone hear me? Does he do this often? Am I just another client he fucked? Everything is going through my mind at once. It’s too much. I need to get on with our meeting and get out of here.

“Fine. Call or text me when you need to come by.” He sounds a little upset or mad. I’m not sure which.

“You didn’t look at my portfolio.” I eye it sitting on the table while he is walking to his desk.

“I saw enough yesterday. Did you use the photo I suggested?” I nod to him. I’m not sure what to make of this.

“Good, then everything is complete! I’ll make sure Teresa starts on it Monday morning. I’ll have her set up another meeting with you to talk about logistics in a few weeks.” He is pressing a button on his desk. I assume it’s the unlock button to the door.

He presses another button; this time on his phone and a second later, I hear Rachel’s voice. “Yes, Mr. Lockhart?”

“Please show Miss Taylor out,” he tells her. No more than five seconds later, Rachel is at the door to collect me. Reality hits hard. That’s all this is; an office fuck, and now he’s dismissing me.

Unfucking believable.





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I don’t go back to work. I need time to think. I can’t believe I let all this happen. What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing is wrong with me I tell myself answering my own question. I’m just frustrated. I’ve gone months without sex. And oh my God, I silently want to squeal; sex with Nick is incredible, both times were beyond amazing, but I know have to end this and not see him again. If I keep this up, I’m going to fall in love with the fuck. I know I can’t handle another heartbreak.

The strangest thing is, I’m heartbroken over Allison, not Luke. That’s when it hits me and the light bulb goes on; Luke was a convenience. I wasn’t in love with him the way I should have been. If it wasn’t for Allison’s involvement, I may have welcomed the betrayal. It was an eye-opener, but how the hell could she do this?

Bitch!

Yeah, I’m not close to being over it.

I find myself parked outside Bella’s. When I’m stressed or having a bad day, I shop. It’s my second favorite shop, and I do need a dress for tonight. My friends and I are going to Club Blue tonight.

Walking in, I immediately see the dress I’ve been eyeing for two weeks. I know it fits perfectly. I’ve only tried it on five times. It’s white silk underneath with a white lace overlay.