Juliette
I’d been back home for less than three days and I was already feeling like I needed another semi vacation. Adrian was a slave driver. Worse, he seemed to be a slavedriver who was intent on pretending we’d never kissed or spoken about forming some kind of relationship.
In New Orleans, he’d kissed me and very clearly said we would give having a relationship a try. But now something had changed, and he was avoiding me and the office so I couldn’t ask him what it was. All he was doing was bombarding me with tasks via email and texts, both of which were curt and professional.
I was mulling all of this over while I ate a pizza using the money I’d saved by not having to spend a dime in New Orleans. My first check from Coleton hadn’t come in yet and still wasn’t due for two weeks.
I was mid bite when someone knocked at my door. I set down the slice and went to the door. I quickly pulled my wild hair back. A stupid hopeful part of me thought maybe it was Adrian showing up to apologize and explain.
I pulled the door open and almost had a heart attack. My younger brother was standing there, proud and tall in a suit like he’d just popped right out of the gardens at our estate in New York. “Mikey?” I asked.
He spread his palms, grinning. “Found you. You always were good at hide and seek, and I was always better.”
“What are you doing here?”
He shrugged. “This place is kind of nice. Shitty, but in a quaint way. Look. You’re even eating pizza out of a box.” He lifted up a slice like it was a prop on a movie set, laughing. He gave it a sniff, then wrinkled his nose and tossed it back down with a wet thud.
Mikey, A.K.A. Michael Van Coleton, was like my father’s hound dog. For a panic-induced moment, I actually considered clubbing him over the head with my shoe and locking him in a closet. It was probably the only way to stop my father from finding out where I was at this point.
“Relax,” he said, noticing the look on my face. Mikey had a blade of a nose and a mouth that was permanently pressed outward in a self-satisfied smirk. He regarded me with hooded, blue eyes like I was a worm squirming between his talons. “I’m not planning to rat you out to father. Yet.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I haven’t quite decided. I do know father’s men aren’t having any luck turning you up. But I had a feeling you would be too stupid to take a fake name. Once I searched for mother’s maiden name, it was just a game of narrowing down possibilities. And here we are.”
“You must be so proud,” I said. I took up a slice of pizza and angrily chewed off a bite. I’d paid for the damn thing and I was going to eat it, even if my slug of a brother was prancing around my apartment.
“Father will be. I’m sure. Giving you back to him would certainly put me in his good graces.”
“Do you get tired of licking his balls, Mikey?”
My brother’s lips curled up. “You’ve been living in squalor too long. You’re talking like some sort of gutter rat.”
“How’s this for gutter rat? You look like you’ve got something shoved up your ass and you’re enjoying every second of it.”
He made a disgusted noise. He’d been running his fingertips along my countertop and suddenly seemed to think better of it. “You should be more careful how you speak to me. Your fate is entirely in my hands.”
“Is that what this is about? You get off on having power over me?”
“I can make a call to father and you’ll be collected within the hour. Or I could make a call to that boss of yours, Mr. Adrian White? I wonder what he’d think if he knew Russ Coleton’s own daughter was his personal assistant?”
“Leave him out of this,” I blurted. Except I realized I’d made a mistake as soon as I spoke. Mikey was fishing for weaknesses, and I’d just handed him exactly what he wanted.
His smug smile widened. “Hmm. I imagine we could cause quite a lot of havoc with this, couldn’t we? I could have him fired and blacklisted. Or better, I could see that he’s promoted. That’d mean both of you would wind up in New York bumping elbows with father in the office. I wonder how long you could keep your lie up, then?”
“What do you want?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Maybe I just want this. Seeing the ever-confident Juliette Coleton squirm. You always thought you were too good for us. Maybe this will teach you to respect the way things are.”
“I never thought I was too good for you. I only wanted the same choice everyone else in the family got.”
He just scoffed in response, then went to my door. “I’ll give you a few days to think about everything, sis.”
19
Adrian
I kicked my feet up on the desk, letting myself bask in the rare moment of relief. Krause had followed through on his promise. He called and set up the interview in New York for next week.
None of it would’ve been possible without Jules, but I also found myself wishing I still didn’t have to figure out how to handle her. The situation was frustratingly tangled, and I couldn’t decide where to start. Did I backtrack and tell her we needed to keep our feelings separate, despite what I’d said on top of that van in New Orleans?
Sure, I could say that. But then I’d go right back to feeling uncontrollably aroused from so much as a glimpse of her. I’d be jacking off with my office door locked and getting more distracted because I was trying to keep her at arm’s length. But if I let her in… Fuck.
I rubbed my temples. Even if I set aside the obvious complicated mess of our potential relationship, I still needed to figure out how I’d tell her the truth. If I did tell her, when could I tell her? Too soon and I’d risk her going to Coleton with the truth about what I was trying to do. Too late and she might never forgive me—with good reason.
The door to my office burst open. Jules was standing there looking flushed in the cheeks and delectable, as usual. She had on a tight pencil skirt that hugged her hips and a button down top. One look at her and I wanted to grab her by the ponytail and shove my tongue down her throat, but I gripped my desk hard enough to make my fingers ache instead and waited. “Yes?” I said.
“I’m not stupid,” she blurted. “I know you’ve been avoiding me since we got back from New Orleans. You’re busy, but I can see your schedule. I make your schedule, in case you forgot. So I know when you’re finding excuses to be out of the office. Can we please just talk about everything? I’m going crazy over here.”
I moved across the room, pushing my office chair back to thud into the wall. Even as I walked toward her, I felt myself making plans for what I’d say. Some of them were good plans. Logical explanations for why we couldn’t and shouldn’t. They were sound reasons for waiting until we were settled in New York or other bullshit like that.
But by the time I got close enough to see the freckles spattered across her smooth, reddened cheeks, it all went out the window. I did exactly what I’d just been imagining. I took a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back just enough to let her know I wasn’t fucking around. It made her head tilt back and her lips part.
She was watching me with those big, princess eyes. She looked stunned. Good. I didn’t need her smart mouth getting mixed up in things this time.
“You’re not stupid,” I agreed, looking down at her and moving slowly to close the door of my office behind her. I slowly slid the lock in place, then pressed her back against the door, fist still wound up in her hair. “You’re so far from it that I can’t fire you, even if I desperately want to.”
“That’s only a halfway good compliment,” she said, eyes still wide.
I grinned. “I want to fire you so I can fuck your brains out without risking everything I’ve worked for.”
“Hypothetically speaking,” she said, licking her lips. “If I wanted that too, why would it have ruin anything?”
My body was pressing against hers and I could feel the two points of pressure from her breasts against my stomach. My cock was already hard as diamond, and I wasn’t sure how I hoped to talk myself down f
rom this point. I’d never needed to be inside a woman as badly as I did at that moment. I needed it so much it physically hurt to delay, but I still waited. I watched her eyes flick between mine—her chest rising with each sharp breath she sucked in. “Because you don’t know the truth about me,” I said.
Stop it, Adrian. Don’t be a fucking idiot.
“What truth?” she asked.
“My real name is-”
“Wait,” Jules said, pressing her finger to my lips. “I have a secret too. But… I don’t know what you’ll think of me when I tell it to you. What if we promise to tell the truth once we’ve done this?”
I frowned. “You’re sure?” My heart was pounding out of my chest and it barely registered that she had some dark secret as well. I doubted it held a candle to mine and very much doubted it would’ve changed my mind about what we were about to do.
“Yes. I’m tired of wanting this so bad. If we’re going to spill our secrets and maybe ruin everything, let’s just do this first. Please. Just do it.”
My dick twitched. She was like an ice cream cone on a hot day begging to be eaten. I pressed my lips to hers, obliterating any stray thoughts about duty or my obligation to tell the truth. She’d given us both a temporary pass, after all. We were both going to enjoy the moment and worry about the rest later.
“Do what?” I asked. My voice was a rasp in her ear.
She arched her neck, begging me to kiss her there. “Me,” she answered.
The time for teasing was through. This wasn’t about proving I could last hours or using all the tricks I could manage. It was about release. My body needed this like it would need water after a trek across the desert. Each day of looking at Jules without claiming her was torture, and this was the release I’d been waiting for.
I spun her and pushed her against my desk, lifting her ass so she sat there.
“Should we close your blinds?” she asked.
I glanced over my shoulder, then made an annoyed sound. Nobody appeared to have noticed, but I doubted our budding office romance wasn’t already a hot topic for gossip. I moved and tugged all of them shut, then went back to her, pushing her legs open and pulling her towards me. Her hips slammed into me, pressing against my hard cock and making me gasp in satisfaction. I lifted her shoulders up so I could kiss her. Her lips were cherry sweet and soft as silk.
I pressed a greedy palm to her flat stomach, sliding it up her shirt and not caring that I was popping buttons on her blouse as I moved up toward her breast. When I reached her bra, I pushed it out of the way and groaned into her mouth at the satisfying weight and warmth of her breast filling my hand. Her nipple was a hard point against my skin already.
“How badly do you want this,” I asked, kissing down from her mouth to her neck and then to claim her hard nipple in my mouth.
“I could go either way,” she breathed.
I took her nipple between my teeth, giving her a warning bite.
She gasped, arching her back and laughing slightly. “Bad. And I think I’m going to need a new pair of panties when we’re done.”
“Good girl,” I said, palming her breast again and kissing down toward her navel. I unzipped her skirt at the side and tugged it down. She had on black panties, but I could see the darkened patch of arousal between her legs. If I got any more turned on, I thought my heart might literally beat its way out of my fucking ribs.
She smelled incredible, too. It was that same shampoo scent but with the smell of her skin mingling beneath. I took in a deep breath, then ran my tongue up her damp panties. She tried to close her thighs around my head and reached down with her hands in embarrassment. I took both her wrists and pushed them away, not relenting as I ran my tongue up her crease again, tasting her sweetness through the fabric of her underwear.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh.”
“You taste like candy,” I said. I gave her wrists a push, hoping to convey the message that she had better leave those hands of hers over her head while I worked. I used my shoulders to press her legs open wider and then yanked down her panties. She was spread out for me and so incredibly wet. I knew I could’ve slid into her without a hint of resistance at that moment, but I’d had a taste of her and wanted more.
I buried my face between her legs, tossing her panties over my shoulder. I took my time between her legs, alternating between teasing her with kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, breathing the hottest breaths I could manage against her swollen clit, and then pressing the flat of my tongue against her and circling until she clenched her legs around my ears.
By the time a few minutes had passed, she had her thighs clamped so tight around my head that the sound of her moans were muffled, but very much audible. I wondered if anyone in the office could hear and wasn’t sure I cared at that moment. Consequences could come later. Right now wasn’t the time, though.
“I need you inside me,” she said, tugging my head back by the hair. “Please,” she said, chest rising and falling heavily.
Selfishly, I was glad she’d stopped me before she came. I was going to let her climax on my face, but I greedily enjoyed the idea of her still being desperate for release with my cock inside her.
“I’m on the pill,” she said when she saw me produce a condom before slipping off my slacks.
“You’re sure?” I asked, holding the condom between us.
Jules responded by hooking her heel behind my waist and pulling me in between her legs. I slid out of my underwear and gripped the base of my cock. I spread her slickness with the head of my manhood, groaning from the euphoric warmth and slick sensation of her folds.
Jules appeared to be over waiting, because she reached up and grabbed the tie I still had loosely around my neck. She pulled me closer by it, kissing me as she urged me toward her with her legs wrapped around my waist. I carefully angled my hips, pressing myself into her until I felt myself slide inside.
We both gasped together, mouths temporarily hovering inches apart as I worked myself deeper—impatiently claiming inches of her with each thrust until I was completely inside her.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
I had to plant both my palms on the desk while I pounded into her. It had barely been seconds and I already felt an orgasm threatening to take me. I’d just been thinking how I only cared about release, but I needed to at least make sure she came first. I tried to distract myself by kissing her neck and focusing anywhere except on the pure bliss of what was happening between my legs.
“Bend me over,” she said.
Shit. I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped back and rolled her over so her ass was facing me and her chest was pressed down on my desk. I’d spent far too much time on the clock watching that ass beneath various skirts, dresses, and pants she’d worn around the office. I’d imagined a thing of beauty, but my imagination hadn’t done the real thing justice. I gripped her hips and plunged into her, gasping with the perfection of how good she felt.
Each thrust was cushioned by her thick ass, and within seconds, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Thankfully, Jules didn’t, either. Her hands shot out, gripping the edge of my desk as her entire body shuddered. I felt her walls clench in around me, overwhelming me with beautiful friction that had me gasping right along with her.
I bent forward, body shaking as I came. Inside Jules. Inside my personal fucking assistant.
Neither of us moved for a while. I was the one to finally slide out of her and reach for tissues from behind my desk. I used them to clean her up first, then got myself mostly taken care of.
“Let me guess,” Jules said. She got up, shimmying adorably as she tugged her skirt down. “This never happened?”
“Oh, it absolutely happened and it was fantastic,” I said. “But yes, we shouldn’t talk about it with anyone.”
“What about each other?” she asked. She walked closer, reaching up to fix my tie casually. She gave it a brief tug,
then placed her palms on my chest, smoothing my shirt with a dangerous little grin. “Are we going back to the game where you pretend I don’t exist? Now that you got what you wanted, I mean.”
“I got a taste of what I wanted,” I said. My stomach sank even as I said the words. I knew they were true. Fucking Jules hadn’t cured me of my obsession. It had woken it up. I’d thought my cravings for her were bad before, but all I’d done was find the intensity knob and crank it up to the maximum.
“Oh?” she asked. “Are you planning to go back for seconds?”
“I was thinking about getting the recipe so I could make it at home whenever I wanted.”
Her grin widened to a smile. “I’m a little lost in the metaphor here. How does that translate to us?”
“It means I need more of you. Much more. But I need you to promise to help me keep this quiet, especially around the office.”
“Okay. And what about those deep dark secrets we promised to reveal once we were through?”
I grimaced. Having her to myself had felt so good that I’d completely forgotten. But I needed to do this now, because I could feel myself standing at a precipice with her. If I took another step, I’d be falling helplessly, just a slave to her gravity. I needed to get the truth out while I still could.
“My last name isn’t White,” I said. “It’s Terranova. My father was Marcus Terranova. He worked for Russ Coleton-”
Jules interrupted me when her expression broke into amusement, then laughter. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that you’re going to think I’m ripping off your secret now.”
“I wasn’t finished with mine,” I said. My stomach felt like it was in my throat. It was one thing to lie about my last name but swearing to bring a company down to ruins and destroy my job and her job in the process was the real meat of my secret.
“Okay, but I didn’t give you the last name I was born with, exactly. I was using my mother’s maiden name. My real last name is Coleton.”
I stared. I had to replay what I’d just heard in my head several times before it really registered. “Coleton? Like the Coletons?”
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