by Stella Rhys
I coughed as my water promptly went down the wrong pipe.
Crap.
How the hell did I not realize what I’d revealed about myself before? The magazine I pined to work for was famous for being one of the first publications to talk frankly about women’s struggles with things like depression and abuse. While it offered the usual content like fashion, social and world news, it was most famous for its monthly pieces that shone unabashed light on everything from post-partum depression to trauma from sexual abuse. It was an incredible magazine.
But it had just exposed me to Julian Hoult.
“Um.” I thanked God for the waiters returning to exchange our plates for the second course. It gave me time to think of a response. Whether or not I used that time was a different story.
“Why did that particular magazine influence you so much?” Julian asked, giving me little time to recover.
Jesus Christ. Go for the jugular, why don’t you? I held up my finger as I chewed on my food. He took a drink of water as he waited for my answer.
“Reasons,” I finally said, enjoying his unamused look.
“I’m not sure that constitutes as an answer.”
“Why isn’t your purchase of the Empires a happy story?” I countered.
He sat back. “Touché. How’s your paillard?”
“Very good.” I cut a bite. “And your steak?”
“Excellent.”
We exchanged little smiles to acknowledge our little standoff just now, and then without missing a beat, our conversation carried on smoothly.
From lunch, Julian left directly for a meeting in the Financial District, but he made sure to call me a car. When it arrived, he started off the sidewalk to help me with the door, but swiftly rounding the vehicle was the driver to hold it open for me.
Leaving Julian and me standing on the sidewalk, standing close and just looking at each other.
We wore the same little smiles we had after our little standoff before, but unlike that one, this one ended with a minor hitch.
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you…” I trailed off as I watched him take a step closer to me. His hands hooked in his pockets, he tilted his head down at me, eyeing the way I nervously wet my lips. Then he gazed so directly into my eyes I felt heat in my face and pressure buckling my knees. “Okay, later. Bye.”
I rushed into the car after my inexplicably awkward exit, and I wanted to yell, “Shut up!” out the window when I spotted Julian chuckling to himself on the sidewalk.
Jesus, Sara.
Sexually, the man had done everything to me thus far, but apparently, I couldn’t hold it together for a non-corporate goodbye after lunch. Even the driver laughed as I shook my head in my hands and kicked my feet in the backseat, trying to get rid of the embarrassed tinglies all over my skin.
It took a good two minutes to overcome, but it started up again when a text buzzed in my phone.
JULIAN: Yes, I was going in for a kiss. You should let me next time. See you at 3.
18
JULIAN
I was greeted by the low hum of efficiency when I got back to the office. I nodded in return of every murmured hello as I made my way up the stairs, going straight for the conference room to begin my meeting with Sara and Colin. I expected to see them both seated with their itineraries printed and ready to go.
Instead, I found Sara sitting alone.
I paused in the doorway, pleased with how headphones had her oblivious to my presence.
I took advantage of the moment, watching her as I shrugged my jacket off and adjusted my cufflinks. She was in deep concentration, still reading her itinerary as she pulled her hair up high in a ponytail. I smiled as two dark locks fluttered down to loosely frame her face.
I couldn’t help enjoying how big those eyes got when they spotted me.
“Oh my God, Julian.” She ripped her ear buds out and clasped a hand over her heart. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t sound it,” she teased as I took my seat next to her. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at me looking at her. “What?”
“You didn’t respond to my text,” I said, taking full pleasure in the way she immediately started squirming.
“What was I supposed to say?” She was playfully defensive as she returned her eyes to the itinerary.
“You could have let me kiss you,” I laughed. “I’ve done it before. In fact, I’ve put my mouth on just about every part of your body.”
“Don’t get me turned on right now. Colin should be here in ten,” she said, sitting forward on her chair and marking something with her red pen.
“He should be here now. Why is he late?”
“Whoever he was meeting at the stadium wasn’t there when he arrived, so he had to wait. He asked me to tell you, and he said he didn’t call because he didn’t want to disrupt your meeting.”
“Fair enough. Are those extras you printed?” I asked, eyeing the pile of papers across the table.
“Yes. Want one?”
“Please.”
I leaned back as Sara stood and reached across the wide surface of the table. I knew she’d peered back mid-reach – there was no way she couldn’t feel the heat of my eyes on her backside – but I didn’t look away.
“Are you peeking up my skirt, Mr. Hoult?”
“Yes,” I replied as my phone rang. “Colin,” I answered as I pulled Sara in front of me, running my hand slowly up and down her hips. “Yes, she told me McKinley wasn’t there when you got to the stadium. It’s fine,” I said as I palmed the soft material stretched over Sara’s curves.
Tilting my head, I lifted her skirt up to present myself with the view of that perfect ass of hers giving hell to a pair of skimpy lace panties. Jesus fucking Christ. They stretched thin over her round cheeks, begging to be ripped the fuck off.
“If he says he’ll be there soon, just wait it out for him, Colin. You’re already there,” I continued on the phone, looking up to catch the dirty glimmer in Sara’s eye. She had two hands on the table, her back arched and a smirk tossed over her shoulder. It spread into a wicked smile as I said, “I’ll review the itinerary with Sara for now. We’ll catch you up once you get back.”
“Wow. You are such an understanding boss,” Sara said wryly when I hung up.
“What can I say.” Sliding my phone onto the desk, I eyed the door of the conference room. It was closed, not locked, but fuck it. I wasn’t getting up at this point. “Do me a favor. Read me the time of our flight next week?”
“May I sit, or would you like me to stay like this?”
“Stay like this,” I said as I flipped her skirt completely up to free my hands. “Now what time is our flight?” I eyed the schedule from behind her as I pulled her panties down her ass and her legs.
“Six-fifteen private charter from Teterboro,” Sara replied, lifting her legs out of her panties without my instruction.
“Good girl,” I murmured, pushing her panties into my pocket. “And what time do we arrive in Biarritz?”
Sara breathed hard as I spread her ass cheeks to see how wet her pussy was for me.
“We arrive…” I heard her paper crinkle in her hands. “Oh God, what are you doing?”
“I’m admiring how wet you are.”
“I mean are you going to do more than that? Because I can’t take the teasing.”
“You can,” I assured her teasingly. “And you will. Now tell me what time our flight arrives.”
“Eight at night in Biarritz,” Sara murmured fast, writhing against the table as I massaged her ass with one hand, using the other to undo my belt. The metal sound of my buckle was enough to make her moan.
“Not so loud,” I grinned as I freed my dick from the tent it pitched, releasing my handful of Sara to reach into my pocket. I heard her whisper “thank God” after turning to confirm my teeth tearing open a condom. “Now tell me how much time we have in Biarritz before the Roths arrive.”
“You and I will be a
rriving the night before the Roths, so I can get acquainted with the property. Colin will be arriving the next morning, the same time that Turner, Carter and their advisors touch down. Oh God, Julian…”
Fuck, I was enjoying this too much. I wanted to hear every sexy, tortured little sound Sara could make for me.
“Julian…” She pressed her thighs together as she waited impatiently for my instruction. I loved every fucking second of it. “Please. Tell me what now.”
“Unbutton your shirt. Only enough to pull your bra down,” I said as I brought my seat directly behind her, watching her arms hastily move to free her tits. When she was finished with my request, she braced herself with her hands back on the table.
“What now?”
I smoothed my hand over the rubber stretched tight over me. “I want you to sit on my cock.”
Her thighs flexed at my command, and our eyes locked as she looked over her shoulder. I gripped the base of my dick as she positioned herself over the head. With my free hand, I cupped her ass, guiding her till she was exactly where she needed to be.
“Easy,” I murmured, watching her slick pussy stretch perfectly for me as she lowered onto my shaft. “Fuck.”
The word ground out in two syllables. She was so damned tight. Tighter than I remembered. I groaned, tipping my head back for all of two seconds before I returned my attention to my incredible view. She was on her elbows now, her ponytail swaying in front of me as she inched further down toward my base.
“God, it doesn’t stop,” she moaned, tightening my balls. “Am I close?”
“Few inches left.”
“Holy shit, I just felt you get so much harder,” she whispered.
“Keep talking dirty like that.”
“I’m not trying to.”
“That’s why I like it,” I muttered, letting out a grunt once she sat all the way down on me, her body rigid as it struggled to take my size. “Breathe.”
I circled my arms around her waist, clenching my jaw as I focused on not blowing my fucking load right away. It was impossible. She felt like heaven wrapped wet and tight around my cock, and every time I got a hold of myself, she made some breathy noise to put me right back in danger.
“God, you feel so fucking big,” she practically whimpered. Jesus fuck, she was going to make me explode.
“Take it slow.” I leaned into her back and kissed her shoulders. “Breathe for me.”
“Breathing,” she exhaled softly.
“Good girl. Sit all the way. Give me all your weight.”
Sara whimpered but did as she was told, letting her body melt against me. She leaned all the way back on my chest, rolling her head onto my shoulder and making the sexiest little sounds as she started to move her hips around me.
“Oh… that feels nice,” she started to giggle, putting a grin on my lips. “Oh God, that feels really nice.”
“Good.” I moved my hands up to her bare tits spilling out of her shirt. “Keep going.” I rocked slowly into her as she rocked steadily back against me. “Keep riding me like that. Just like that. That feels so fucking good.”
The sounds of the office faded back in my ears as we found a rhythm.
The phones ringing, the elevator chiming – every sound I heard on a daily basis got me hard as a fucking rock as Sara sat on my lap in the conference room, squeezing the edge of the table as she fucked me under her skirt. She felt incredible, her pussy gripping me, absolutely milking my cock as she bounced on it.
“Oh God, Julian. I’m going to be loud,” Sara warned.
“Be loud,” I muttered, sliding my hand up to her neck as her pussy clenched around me like a vise. A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Shit,” I grinned.
“I warned you.”
“I liked it.” I dropped my hand to rub her clit.
She cried out sharply again, arcing her body so far back I caught the base of her ponytail and pulled her lips onto mine. My balls churned as I swept my tongue through her open mouth.
“Come on my cock, Sara. I can feel your pussy tightening around me,” I growled, stroking furiously between her legs till I felt her sex pulsing rapidly around me.
I clamped a firm hand over her mouth when she came, her cries muffled against my palm as I gazed down at her full tits. They shook hard, those rosy nipples so tight they looked like candy.
The visual sent me over the edge.
“Come inside me, Julian.”
Fuck it. Maybe that did.
A low groan tore from my throat as my orgasm slammed into me. The satisfaction continued to roll through my body as Sara kept swiveling gently around me, her eyes peering over her shoulder at me as she drew every drop of my cum out the way she fucking loved to do.
Jesus Christ, this woman was something.
We kept our eyes pinned on each other as we caught our breath. I couldn’t stop staring at her if I tried, and just when I thought she couldn’t get sexier, she reached across the table to grab the badly wrinkled itinerary.
“I had a question about who would be giving the tour on day two. Is it going to be the staff there or me?” she asked, her little smile acknowledging the fact that she was still sitting on my lap, and my dick was still throbbing inside her.
“It’s going to be a bit of both, depending on how well acquainted we can get you with the resort in the time that we’re there alone,” I answered, barely able to keep a straight face.
But she kept the questions coming as my dick went soft inside her, my hands still playing gently with her tits as we reviewed the schedule. It was insanely hot, and I swore to God at that moment that I could marry this woman.
Unsurprisingly, I was ready to go again within ten minutes.
19
SARA
“Thank God it’s finally perfect out.” Lia slid her shades on as she tipped her head back, basking under the sun of the breezy mid-seventies weather.
Last week’s heat wave was officially over with, making the twentieth-floor terrace lounge at Hoult Tower the new spot to have lunch. It was a gorgeous space with black rattan benches, white pillows and bright, leafy green plants serving as partitions for privacy. Thank God for that, because there was no guessing what might come out of Lia’s mouth.
“Maybe your sex life with Julian controls the weather.”
And there it was. I adjusted Julian’s Persols on my face as I turned my head slowly to her.
“I hesitate to ask, but what in the fresh hell are you talking about?”
“How do you not see it?” she sassed. “The heat wave came when you guys were being cold and mean to each other. Now it’s gone because you’ve been having nonstop sweaty office sex. And it’s particularly cool out today because you guys… really went for it this morning, I mean damn.”
She wasn’t wrong about that, and I knew I’d regret telling her, but this morning’s romp was way too good to be kept a secret.
“I think he learned that move from Lukas.”
“Lia!” I jolted upright. “Ew!”
“What? I’m talking about the location, not the actual positions! But fine, fine, Lukas did not invent fucking in the bathroom,” Lia conceded as I buried my face in my hands.
We’d had sex in the restroom of a ritzy steakhouse this morning, and I was getting wet just thinking about it now. I hadn’t taken my eyes off of Julian once in that mirror. I’d had the pleasure of watching every second of him – the way his perfect jaw dropped when he first entered me to the way his gorgeous features pulled so tight as he burst to a finish inside me. It was our usual rushed, hot sex, but it also felt different because he’d kissed me deeply for a good two or three minutes after, ignoring the knocks on the door from all the poor people who had to use the bathroom.
“I need to get my fill before I go,” he’d explained, grinning.
Thanks to our Biarritz trip on Monday, he was packed with meetings out of the office from eleven till six, so I didn’t protest. I needed to get my fill too.
“I take it all the p
eople in the office know by now?” Lia asked, shaking me out of my memory. “That you’re sleeping with Julian?”
“I think if you say it any louder, Lia, they’ll definitely know.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not my volume that’s giving you guys away,” Lia sassed. “Did you not tell me you guys had a moaning contest in the conference room on Wednesday?”
“I’m almost certain I didn’t phrase it that way.”
“You’re starting to talk like him,” Lia gasped.
“I take that as a compliment,” I replied.
“Oh God, you guys are gross. Your level of admiration for each other is almost self-congratulatory, because you’re basically the same person.”
I burst out laughing as I chucked a balled-up napkin at her.
“It’s true!” Lia giggled. “But I secretly love that about you two. You both are very similar in great ways, and that’s exactly why I called it in the first place that you’d make an awesome couple. Me. Lia. I said it,” Lia jabbed her thumb at herself. “I actually made a bet about it, which reminds me that Lukas owes me twenty dollars.”
“Lukas bet against me?” I feigned a gasp. “How rude.”
“In all fairness, he bet against Julian’s ability to feel things,” Lia snorted. “That guy. I swear he never has girlfriends. He never even talks about flings or one-night stands, so we’re not even fully sure that he has them. He’s just so crazy about work.”
“Yeah, well… we’ll see if this thing between us lasts past work.”
“What are you talking about?” Lia frowned.
I groaned as I sat up straight.
“I don’t know, Lia, nor do I really want to get into it right now,” I muttered, shaking the ice left in my coffee. “My contract lasts three months or however long the Roth negotiations take. After that, I have trouble imagining that Julian is going to think much about me if I’m not at his office and in front of his face every day.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, I don’t know anything for sure, but I do know what the most realistic turnout would be,” I said, keeping my voice casual to disguise how much my heart was twisting under my chest.
“And what would that be?” Lia asked, tipping her shades up.
