He made his way towards his room then on to his en-suite bathroom. His clothes were discarded onto the floor as he turned on the shower. Heather entered his head. If she hadn’t stopped him he would have taken her there in her kitchen. He wouldn’t have cared if they got caught. He wanted her, and that was all that mattered to him.
“Act now, ask questions later” was his motto.
His cock lengthened as he thought about her. Even in her teddy bear pajamas she’d looked sexy as hell to him. Pushing her to the back of his mind he washed his hair, then soaped his body. He didn’t expect the attraction between them to last, but he would be straight with her and honest. The moment he finished in the shower he stepped out wrapping a towel around his hips. Julian brushed his teeth, then used another towel to dry his hair before making his way into his room.
He threw the used towels into the basket. Pulling back the cover he got into bed turning out the light. He leaned back staring at the ceiling of his bedroom as he thought about Heather. Her full curves and generosity would be a pleasure to harness in the bedroom. He imagined her being very giving. Her passionate nature would be amazing for him to be on the receiving end.
The image of her curves spread open for him to enjoy made his cock thicken. He’d been inside her tight, creamy cunt, and he wanted in again. Her heat surrounded him like a warm hand. Julian moaned reaching between his thighs to grip his cock. The thick length felt hot against his palm. He closed his eyes picturing Heather using her hand instead. She would be hesitant at first. Julian imagined her little tongue peeking out as she concentrated on bringing him pleasure.
He pulled back his foreskin using his pre-cum to lubricate the tip. There wasn’t enough, so he pulled a tube of lube he kept in his drawer. Julian squirted a small amount of the clear gel onto his palm before applying it to his cock. He gasped as the cool gel was smeared on his cock.
His eyes closed after he lubricated his cock. The pleasure from imagining Heather was enough to get him going. Fisting his shaft with his hand he let his imagination wander. He pictured her on her knees before him, her luscious mouth open to take his cock. The picture changed to her being on her hands and knees waiting for him to fuck her. No matter what he imagined there was nothing compared to the reality of their quick screw on his desk. The way her tits had bounced as he slammed inside her made his gasp. The tip of his cock pulsed as a wave of pleasure tightened his balls. His cum was close to erupting out of the slit at the tip. Biting his lip, he remembered the tight heat as her pussy held him in its depths.
The image of his slick cock disappearing inside her wet slit set him off. With a deep guttural growl he erupted. He fisted his cock in a quick beat, and his cum shot up his belly. Julian rode the wave of pleasure, Heather at the forefront of his mind.
Only when the pleasure began to recede did he pull away. He lay back on the sheets, sweaty and spent. His heart raced from masturbating, but his need for a fuck left him wanting more.
His sudden obsession with his personal assistant made him uncomfortable. Women were his distraction in the world. They were not designed for him to become distracted about. Shaking his head in disgust, he went to the towels in the basket and used one to wipe the evidence of his weakness away.
After he cleaned himself up, he took another shower then went back to bed. In the morning Heather would be all his. He’d fuck her out of his system, and like all the women before her, she’d join the pile of women he’d used.
A jolt in his heart made him pause in his thinking. Julian rubbed at the pain in his chest wondering what the cause could be. He had no feelings for Heather and refused to believe anything other than a good time could come from their time together. When work came Heather would be his, and this obsession would run its course.
Julian was sure of it.
Chapter Seven
Her palms were sweaty, and her skirt felt too tight. She refused to believe the tub of ice-cream she’d consumed last night could affect her shape so quickly. Her weight was a never-ending pain in the ass. All she needed to do was look in the same direction as a fudgy chocolate cake, and her hips doubled in size. If she chose to eat the cake then her hips would triple. Her weight was unfair to her.
Three other people rode the elevator with her, a thin woman and two men. She felt she should have taken the stairs. Heather stood in the corner of the elevator wishing she’d gotten to work earlier. Of all the days for her to be late to work, why did it have to be this one? She’d set her alarm but forgotten to increase the volume. What good was an alarm when it was on fucking mute?
Shaking her head she glanced down at her watch to see she was an hour late. She’d agreed to have an affair with her boss, who happened to be the man she loved, and she was late. Staying up until two in the morning chatting with her friend had been a big mistake. She knew Amber was looking out for her, but she wanted to be with Julian, even if she didn’t like the way she was going about it.