Page 16 of The Butterfly Effect
His body met mine and he pushed back against me, holding me flat against the wall. He moved his leg, parting mine and pressing it against my center. My breath caught in my chest, and my clit throbbed against the pressure of his thigh. I rocked my hip lightly against him, hoping my wetness wouldn’t soak through my lace panties to his pant leg. He wore black pants, so I was glad that at least the potential wet spot wouldn’t be seen in the dark.
Feeling his smile against my mouth, I didn’t hold back as I moaned. He pressed his leg harder against my center and I moved faster against him. The lace I wore caused friction between his leg and my swollen clit, and my breathing came in short, uneven pants. I let my body melt into his as I rode his leg, his mouth not leaving mine.
Besides his mouth, he didn’t move, just held his leg against me and let me rub on him until my clit was tender and I was quickly climbing to my peak. I pulled my mouth back from his and whimpered, “Oh fuck.”
Just before I crashed into an uncontrollable orgasm, William stepped back. My mouth dropped open, and suddenly my head was spinning.
“It’s time to take you home.” As we climbed into his Aston Martin, I hoped he meant home to his place.
The car was silent when he started to drive, and I ran my hands along the soft leather of the seat, looking up from under my eyelashes at him. He kept his eyes on the road, not shooting a single glance in my direction, and his hands had loose but confident control of the steering wheel. I wanted him to run them along me like I did the leather, and I chewed my bottom lip.
When he rolled to a stop at a red light, he looked at me, giving me a slow once-over. “Are you going to finish what you started?” He gave me a lazy grin, and when the light turned green, he turned his eyes back to the road.
The car was almost through the intersection before I spoke, my voice raspy, quiet, and heavy with the pull of the tequila I’d been drinking all night. “What I started?”
“When you were taking care of yourself on my thigh. You seemed to enjoy it, hmm?” He was amused, and the heat of my heavy blush grew on my cheeks and neck. I hoped he wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark of the car, but still, he smiled at my discomfort.
I mumbled a few words, unable to come up with something clever, or even anything at all, to say. Outside of Anthony’s, I had practically come on his leg, thanks to nothing more than the friction of his designer pants and my lace panties. My core throbbed again, and I hoped William planned to spend the night with me tonight.
“Touch yourself, baby.” The way he said it, his voice low and powerful, and how “baby”rolled off his tongue made me want to feel it on every inch of me. The way he looked at me from the corner of his eye when he said it made me shiver.
With a small nod, I pulled my lip into my mouth and slid my dress slowly up my thigh, turning and pulling my leg onto the seat so I was facing him. I ignored the nervous protest in my stomach when I slid my panties to the side, dipping my finger in between my folds and running it up to my clit. I made small circles around the bundle of nerves and let out an unintentional moan, making him clench his jaw beneath his well-trimmed beard.
His attention remained mostly on the road, with the occasional side glance at me while I worked my fingers in tight circles. My breathing quickened, and when I grew towards my peak, I sped up. I let my fingers continue their pattern around my clit while I held my breast with my other hand and rubbed my hardened nipple through the thin fabric.
I moaned his name when I came and crumpled back against the soft leather.
He looked satisfied as my breathing went from shallow panting to even, steady breaths. Smirking and turning the wheel, he steered the car onto my street.
“Good girl.”
My stomach sank a little when he pulled in front of my apartment. “Are you going to come up with me?” I fidgeted in the seat, staring at the bulge in his pants.
“Not tonight.”
Any power I had gained during the meeting at work had slipped through my fingers with my orgasm, and the realization that I had no hope of gaining control over him crashed over me. I made no effort to move to open the car door.
“Good night, Julianna.” When he said my name, part of me wished he would call me baby again as a small heat formed again in my core.
I opened the door and climbed out of the car, straightening my dress before leaning down. Part of me considered telling him to go to hell, and the other part wanted to beg him to park his car and come upstairs. “Good night.” I closed the door and took slow steps to my apartment building, listening for his car to drive off. When it did, my stomach sank.
My feet wereon my faux oak desk as I balanced the phone between my shoulder and ear. Monday mornings were always a day with a lot of calls, especially family calls. Both my father and brother handled their business first thing on Mondays. It took years of screening their calls for them to start calling me mid-morning. With them, anything after 9:30 a.m. was fair game.
“I’m just saying, Will. If this one works out for you, Dad will probably give you the next big one and you can come back here.” My brother was the only person who shortened my name, and although I’d gotten used to it, I’d originally hated it. He tended to use it when he was lecturing me, like it made anything just a friendly discussion between brothers. I was younger by four years, but he acted like I was twenty-six instead of thirty-six.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Demetri. As you’ve both said more than once. I may be younger than you, but I am not completely oblivious.” His hearty laugh echoed in my ear when I spoke, and I pressed my fingers to my temple.
Someone knocked on the door, and it clicked open before I could respond, revealing blonde hair before the door opened wide enough for Julianna to step through. She took a couple of confident steps forward, her legs looking long in the semi-fitted skirt that ended just above her knees. I pointed to my phone and held up a finger before gesturing for her to sit. When she did, her skirt slid up, revealing the soft spots of her thighs.
My brother cleared his throat. I had missed whatever he was saying. “Sorry, you’ll have to repeat that.” I shrugged, more for the woman seated in front of me than Demetri.
“Have I caught you at a bad time?” My brother was known for his short temper; it was really no wonder most of his employees were terrified of him.
A small smirk tugged at the side of my lips when Julianna met my gaze, and I thought about the way her beautiful gray-blue eyes had rolled into the back of her head in the front seat of my car. “You have, yes. Sorry. Someone just arrived in my office for a meeting. We’ll talk soon,” I said, hitting the button to end the call. If I gave him the chance to argue with me, I’d be on the phone for at least another five minutes.
Julianna sat in front of me with her legs crossed. Her skirt was navy, and she wore an oversized cream-colored sweater. Her pale skin was even lighter against the contrast of the skirt, and I couldn’t stop staring, lingering on her legs as I did a once-over. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Mr. Carlisle,” she chirped. Something was different about her stare. It was seasoned with an even mix of frustration, need, and stubbornness.
