He let her go, and she teased her clit. The flutters of her cunt increased letting him know she was close to climaxing.
Driving inside her, he turned and angled his hips 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 semen from her pussy. 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 fucking 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 Heather seemed more withdrawn from him than ever before.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 fucked everything up.
He needed to talk to her.
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“Of all the stupid fucking 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.
She grabbed her purse and jacket. There was no way she’d continue working with what had just happened. Pushing the hair off her face she scowled when she scented her own juice on her fingers.
Julian came out of his office and walked over to her. The office was filling up as she gathered her stuff. She ignored him. The whole interaction had taken twenty minutes tops. She couldn’t believe in twenty minutes she’d managed to orgasm and feel humiliated in the next instant.
“Leave me alone,” she said. She didn’t want the whole office to know what had happened. It was bad enough she felt the evidence between her thighs. He was the biggest man she’d ever been with, and she fucking ached now. She needed a hot bath with salts and some tender loving care. Elijah could leave. She wanted the house to herself.
“Where are you going?” Julian asked.
“Home. I need to get away from here, and you can’t let me leave after what just happened?” She turned to leave. Julian followed her. All the times she’d wanted him to follow before, but this was not one of them.
Typical, he follows on the day when I least bloody want him to.
The elevator was clear. He stood by her side as they rode down. “We need to talk about this,” he said.
She stared straight ahead. “There is nothing to talk about. I’m not on the pill. I’ll go and get one of those morning-after ones. I’m clean. The last guy I slept with was a pig, and I always use condoms. You’re the first one I haven’t.” Heather bit her lip to stop herself from crying. The risks she’d put herself through were ridiculous. She could be pregnant if she didn’t go and get that pill.