Page 29 of The Butterfly Effect
Julianna:Please, not today.
Me:I’m not in the mood for this. I wasn’t asking you.
Julianna:Well, I’m not in the mood for you to criticize me today.
Me:Julianna…
Julianna:I said no.
Anger coursed through me, and I stood up from my desk. When I opened the door to my office, she turned in my direction, her eyes filling with dread. I walked towards her desk, holding her gaze and ignoring the heads that turned when I walked by. Judging by the way her face dropped as I got closer and the hushed quiet that settled in a wave over the room, the look on mine wasn’t friendly.
I cleared my throat when I got to her desk, tucking my hands into my pockets and looking at her. She avoided my gaze for a moment, my stare burning into the top of her head until she finally tilted her gaze upward. The way she looked up at me from under her eyelashes made my dick swell.
“Let me be clear, Ms. Thomas. I won’t be ignored, and the last time I checked, this is my business. That means when you are here, you report to me. Am I understood?” She shuddered when I spoke, but she didn’t break eye contact.
The bags under her eyes made her look more tired. Her face was defeated, and she blushed when she realized the entire office was staring at us. “Yes, sir,” she said sarcastically.
I leaned down and put my hands on her desk, lowering my voice. “Good. Then, like I said, my office. Now.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I stood up straight and walked quickly back to my office. I didn’t have to look behind me to know she followed; the wide-eyed faces of the rest of the office made it obvious. This morning they’d all gotten a story to tell their families at home, and I’d gotten my point across.
Once in my office, I stopped and turned around. Julianna straightened her back before she walked in, fixing the expression on her face and moving with a fairly convincing false confidence, but the way her eyes sparkled with the threat of tears gave her away. She stepped past me and moved towards the chair. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. Her gasp was quiet, and she instantly moved her gaze to where her shoulder touched my chest.
“You’re hungover.” It wasn’t a question. I could smell the faint, sweet aroma of wine on her, mixing with her normally delicious lavender and honey scent.
She snapped her arm out of my grasp, but she only stepped half a step back. Her chest raised with her deep inhale, and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth briefly before releasing it. “I am not.” The offended tone in her voice when she lied made me smirk.
“Oh, really?” I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Why are you lying to me, Julianna? Do you think I’m stupid?”
Her mouth fell open, but before she could speak, I gripped her throat, pulling her to me and slamming my mouth against hers. She returned my kiss, parting her lips and letting my tongue slide between them. I growled against her, moving my other hand to the hem of her skirt. Her skin was soft under my fingers, and when I brushed my finger over her clit, she let out a quiet moan as her body fell against mine.
“Do you like that, baby?” I asked, my mouth against her lips.
Breathlessly, Julianna nodded. I squeezed her throat tighter, forcing a small, cracked whimper to escape her. “Yes.”
“Too fucking bad.”
I released her neck and pulled my fingers from her, pushing her towards my desk. She stumbled, a sweet, panicked sound slipping from her lips until she caught her balance. “I warned you, Julianna, that I don’t play games, but you keep fucking testing me. Why?”
I grabbed onto her hair, wrapping her ashy-blonde locks around my hand and holding her head against the pressed wood. She whimpered, but she didn’t fight against me. Using my free hand, I slid the skirt of her dress up her thighs, her legs twitching under my fingertips. “Do you like being folded over my desk like this, Julianna?”
“William…” Goose bumps raised on her skin where I touched her, and a low growl rumbled in my chest. I brought my hand down in three consecutive slaps against her exposed ass, causing a cry to slip from her lips.
Tightly gripping her thigh, I spread her legs. She didn’t resist the direction, moving so that her legs were apart, and I had a clear view of her barely covered pussy. I slid my fingers under the band of her panties and ripped the thin fabric, letting the bundle fall to the floor. She gasped, and I smiled at the way she glistened with her arousal.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
She moaned when I slid my finger along her folds and circled around her clit, pushing her hips back for more. I tugged on her hair until her head was tilted back and pulled my fingers from between her legs before reaching forward and slipping them between her lips. She rolled her tongue over my fingers, and the way they filled her mouth muffled her moan. My erection throbbed painfully behind my zipper, wanting to be buried deep inside her.
I slid my fingers out of her mouth, moving my hand to unbuckle my belt. Julianna breathed heavily and chewed on her bottom lip. I groaned deeply before releasing her hair, tugging my pants down, and gripping her hips. She started to turn her head to look at me when I buried myself in her in one swift motion. Her mouth dropped open and she cried out. I didn’t move for a second, letting her pussy clench around me.
She gripped the sides of the desk when I pulled out and thrust back into her again harder. I repeated the action, pulling completely out of her before slamming back in and pausing, and her eyes glistened with tears. The look in her eyes was a mix of pain, pleasure, and guilt. Had she’d ever been taken so roughly before, or was she just now learning how much she liked it?
Soft moans left her, and she tried to move her hips against mine. “What do you want?” I pulled out of her completely.
She gaped at me, breathless and shocked. “Please…”
“Say it.” I pressed my erection against her opening, pulling back from her when she tried to push back against me.
