Page 22 of The Butterfly Effect
I swallowed and gritted my teeth. William raised his eyebrows, sliding his finger up and brushing across my center through my thong. “That’s inappropriate,” I snapped, equally to both of them, but I rocked my hips towards his hand for more contact.
William chuckled under his breath, sliding the small slip of fabric to the side. He ran his finger along my slit again, finding me already aroused. He grinned with pride, knowing he was the reason I was already eager.
“Oh, come on, Jules,” Roger whined, reminding me I was on the phone. “One day, I’m going to convince you. You’ll see.”
My breathing quickened as William ran his thumb in circles over my clit and slid his first two fingers into me. I stifled my moan with a cough, causing him to chuckle and increase his speed. “Don’t get your hopes up. What do you actually need?” My voice cracked slightly on the last words as William rubbed against my G-spot, causing my back to arch out of the chair. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and bit down until I tasted blood, trying to stop myself from crying out.
I zoned in on the feeling of William’s fingers in me, his other hand holding my leg back while he positioned himself between them. His breathing was even, and when he leaned in to bite the lobe of my free ear, I could feel it against my neck. My legs started to shake as I raced towards my orgasm.
“Are you listening to me, Jules?” Roger asked. I hadn’t heard a thing he was saying, and I hoped he couldn’t hear my heavy breaths.
“Shit,” I muttered again. “Sorry, I don’t… feel very good. I need to go.” Before Roger could respond, I hung up the phone and threw it to the side.
I glared at William for a moment before I gripped the armrests until my knuckles were white. My climax built quickly as he worked me to the edge.
A white-hot heat flooded through me as I crashed into my orgasm. I threw my head back and whimpered his name, crying out louder than I had intended and hoping none of my coworkers heard me. I thrust my hips against his fingers, and he looked at me, satisfied.
“Good girl. You handled that so well.”
As I came down, he dragged his hand from between my thighs, sucking his fingers into his mouth and licking every drop of me off. My mouth went dry, and when his eyes met mine, my breathing stopped. I blushed and quickly tugged my panties back into place, pulling my skirt back down.
“You’re an asshole.” I stood up quickly from the chair, closing my eyes for a second when I got dizzy. I was sure the blush on my cheeks and neck had traveled onto my chest, displaying my embarrassment like his trophy on my body. He smirked at me, fixing his sleeve and crossing his arms.
“Nowthat’snot very professional, is it?”
I groaned and clenched my fists at my side, storming past him and ignoring the bulge in his pants. It hurt my pride to admit it, but William Carlisle had control over me, and no matter what I did or how much I talked back to him, I would need to fight harder to get out of his grasp.
The door slammedbehind Julianna as she stormed out of my office, and I laughed as she stomped back to her desk. By the controlled swing of her hips, she was trying to act normal, but her hands were clenched at her sides. She sat down at her desk, glaring in my direction, and she adjusted herself in her seat like she was still aroused and could see me watching her.
Katie shot her a wide-eyed look of curiosity with one eyebrow raised. Julianna brought her hands up defensively, and her friend looked away. I imagine she’d shot down giving her any details. I guess she didn’t want to let her friends know. As if there was any chance they hadn’t heard the delicious sounds she’d made as she fell apart.
I thought about how beautiful she’d looked, throwing her head back and opening her mouth, and about the way she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth when she was trying to stop herself from crying out. It was erotic to see her taking another man’s call while her pussy fluttered around my hand, and I liked reminding her I was the only one who would make her crumble like that. I wasn’t fond of the idea of her wanting to come apart like that for anyone else.
A deep-red blush covered Julianna’s face and her neck, and I imagined it still ran down to her chest. She quickly lifted her water bottle to her lips and took several gulps, some of the water running down her lips and chin before dripping onto her dress. I wanted to follow the drops of water with my tongue and hold my hand against her neck to feel her swallow.
The rest of her team looked up when she sat the bottle on her desk, more than likely slamming it down. She mouthed something that looked like “sorry” before resting her elbows on the surface and placing her head in her hands. She sat like that for a few minutes while Katie talked to her from across the desk, and I moved to the door.
When I pulled it open, she glanced up from her hands and looked in my direction. Her gaze was only partly frustration; mostly it was surprise, maybe because it happened, but probably mostly because she enjoyed it. With the door open, I could easily see most of that side of the office, giving me a direct line of vision to Julianna. I moved back to my desk to sit down.
My computer took its time waking back up, so I sat at my desk with my fingers laced and watched her. For anyone who saw me, it’d look like I was mostly staring into space, potentially lost in thought. Except for Julianna. She knew I was staring at her, watching her, and thinking about the way she’d felt around my fingers and tasted. It was obvious by the way she couldn’t sit still, moving her water bottle a little to the left for the third time and straightening her back again to fix her posture.
She adjusted in her chair, and I wanted to see her fidget like that beneath me. Judging by the way she moved her hands down to her thighs and tugged on the skirt of her dress, she was still thinking about how it had felt to ride my hand. My cock swelled at the thought of her writhing under me while I thrust into her, and I glanced at my computer.
The screen flashed on, and I entered my password. Several emails had come in, along with a few miscellaneous meeting requests, but only one really stuck out to me.
From:Richard Stevens
Subject:Tomorrow
William—See you at tomorrow’s meeting. Think this will be a great partnership, and we are looking forward to a successful collaboration. Thank you for the extra budget info.
Btw that Jules really is something. No wonder Roger is so fond of her. Watch out, I really might try to steal her for my own team. ;)
Anger flooded through me, and I threw the pen sitting on my desk across the room. The thought of Richard Stevens trying to get to Julianna made me clench my hands into fists as I took a deep breath and harshly released it. That was not going to happen. I deleted the email without responding. It would be unnecessary, and I didn’t want to read his threat again.
Julianna stood up from her desk and moved towards the hallway where the bathrooms were. She was either going there or heading to the stairway to run for the day. As flushed as her neck still was, I wouldn’t be too surprised if it were the latter, but a few minutes later she came back. Her back was straight and she held her head high as she walked with a confident posture. At her desk, she slipped off the cardigan she wore, tossing it on the back of her chair. Her friends smiled at her, reacting to whatever she must’ve said to them when she returned. There was a different air about her.
With her hands on her hips, she took control of the small desk clump instantly. As she talked and got excited about what she was saying, she moved her hands around her. She practically danced between the desks, looking over their shoulders and pointing at their screens.
