Page 30 of The Butterfly Effect
Her voice was desperate and broken when she spoke. “Fuck me. Please.”
Without warning, I quickly thrust into her again. Her hips hit the desk in front of her, likely leaving bruises I’d want to kiss later. She panted, making enough noise for people on the other side of the blinds to hear her. I considered shoving her torn panties into her mouth, but I liked the idea of her being heard.
Her knees started to shake, and she rested more of her weight on the desk. I could tell by the deep blush on the back of her neck that she was climbing quickly towards her climax.
“William. Fuck.”
The way her voice cracked when she said my name was a sweet sound. Her walls tightened around me, letting me know she was on the edge, and I reached my hand between us, pressing my finger to her clit and rubbing it in quick circles. She shook beneath me, and I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled.
“Come now.” I pushed against her back, holding her flat against the desk and driving into her faster. Her legs gave out as she crashed into her orgasm, biting her lip to somewhat muffle her cries. When she started to come down from her peak, I entered her harder a few more times before releasing my load inside her.
Pulling out, I leaned over her to reach for a tissue from the box now balancing on the edge of my desk. I brushed my lips against her ear as I did. “You took that like such a good little girl,” I whispered before standing straight and cleaning myself. I fixed my pants and belt. “Now you get to go back to work all day without panties and my come running out of you, reminding you that this just happened. And every time I see you start to blush or fidget at your desk, I’m going to know you’re thinking about it.”
She sighed and stood up, running her hands down her dress to fix it. The way she looked at me tempted me to throw her against the wall and take her again. I could take all afternoon and make her fall apart over and over again; it would be both of our pleasures.
When she had gathered her composure, she looked at me and glared. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” She was angry, but the blush of her arousal was still pink in her cheeks. I brushed her hair over her shoulder and winked at her.
“Baby, I never said I wasn’t.”
With a huff, she opened the door and stormed back to her desk. When she sat down, she immediately crossed her legs, and when she fidgeted, she turned and looked at the office. I grinned as she rocked her hips, probably desperate for the friction of the skirt against her swollen clit. It would be a long afternoon for her, and I’d enjoy every minute.
I curledmy legs under me on the couch and tried to get into the mid-morning soap opera I was watching. My mom had watched them when I was growing up. Her favorite wasThe Young and the Restless, but I couldn’t ever get into them. They were too unrealistic for me, but I still watched them any time I was home during the day on a weekday. It was like a habit ingrained in me, and today it felt right to drink a bottle of wine at 10:30 a.m., eat the Girl Scout cookies I’d bought from one of the guys at work who had four daughters, and watch the desperate chemistry between Philip and Chloe. My mom hated them the most. She’d say they were toxic, but I liked them. I liked the magnetic pull between them, and it made me think of my own situation. Not that I even knew what my situation was at this point.
When I’d called in, I didn’t pretend to be sick. The walls in that office were thin, and more than a few people had probably overheard our little meeting, especially after he’d waltzed out of his office and demanded I listen to him. All eyes were on us before I had even stood up. My stomach churned at the memory, embarrassment flooding through me. I’d simply told them I needed a personal day and I’d probably be back the next day. Part of me wanted to take both days, but Thanksgiving was Thursday. I could get through one day. My cheeks burned at the thought of walking into the office.
I shoved another Thin Mint into my mouth and chewed, chasing the dry crumbs with a gulp of wine. The combination of the mint and grape was bitter, almost like drinking juice after brushing your teeth, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t drinking the wine for the taste. I was drinking to forget the mess I was in.
Thoughts filled my mind again about how rough he’d been with me, and my hands instinctively went to the sore spots on my hips that had been pressed against the desk. My center warmed, and I took another gulp of wine.
“He didn’t even let me look at him!”
My voice echoed off the walls of my apartment as tears flooded my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I was angry with myself for being so caught up in this man when he clearly didn’t think about me at all, not even enough to look at my face while he loudly fucked me in the damn office.
My sister’s warning to be careful came to mind. Was this what she’d meant? I knew it wasn’t. She was probably referring to the way he second guessed and criticized me; the way he didn’t give me any positive feedback until he told Roger it was the best work. Still, I could handle him being hard on me. I was used to that in my career, and I liked being able to push his buttons. I couldn’t take the way he made my insides flutter, my legs shake, and my whole body fall apart, and then made me feel like he couldn’t care less about me all in a matter of minutes.
Even when he was an asshole, I just wanted to be with him. Being around William was giving me whiplash, and I’d never wanted whiplash so badly before now.
The only way I’d get away from him completely would be to quit my job. I didn’t have a backup. Richard had offered to give me a job, but I was pretty sure he was just flirting with me, and I didn’t want to work with him or Roger. Quitting would mean having to find a job quickly. My savings would get me through a few months comfortably, but I would need to find something before that ran low.
Before I considered grabbing my laptop from the counter and updating my resume, my phone vibrated under my thigh.Mom. I groaned. She was going to guilt me for not coming home for Thanksgiving this week.
“Hi, Mom,” I said into the phone, using my almost-customer service voice.
She let out a deep breath, already seeing through the inflection in my tone. “Honey,” she said with a pause. “Honey, you sound tired. Are you sick?”
“Yeah, a bit. It’s just a migraine. Nothing to worry about.” She would believe the lie, and I wasn’t in the mood to tell her about my romantic issues. “I’ll probably sleep it off and be perfectly fine tomorrow.”
I hoped she believed me, or that she’d at least say nothing about it. “It’s probably because you’ve been working so hard.” She knew about the Great Lakes Brewing account and how big it was, and I’m sure she knew who I was working for if my sister did. “Jenna told me you work for the Carlisle family now. Is that true, Jules?”
“Yeah, it is. They bought DMI. William Carlisle took over.” And he was the most hypnotizing, infuriating, inspiring, and commanding man I’d ever met, and I was pretty sure I was falling for him. I couldn’t tell her any of that, though. She’d either be disappointed in me or so excited to meet him that she’d show up at the office, and that was the last thing I needed.
She hesitated. “I’ve heard he’s kind of an… um… asshole,” she said, slightly under her breath.
I laughed. “Oh yeah, he’s definitely an asshole, Mom.” She gasped slightly at my casual use of the word. She never swore much, as she was all about having a perfect reputation. That included not calling people things like assholes.
“Oh, Julianna.” She was sentimental; it was heavy in her voice. “Please come for Thanksgiving. It’ll be good for you to be around family, and we miss you!”
It was the same reasoning she used any time she tried to get me to come home, and by now I had my response down to a science. “Mom, I’m sorry. You know I can’t. This account is important to me, and as soon as it’s over, I’ll be able to take a break. I just need to stay here and get some stuff done. Please don’t be upset. I’ll come visit soon.”
