Sleeping With the Boss(19)

Heather knew if she didn’t stop then she would end up being fucked 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 pussy, 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 pussy 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.