We both buckled up, but I knew it irritated Julian to have me sitting away from him. The only reason we suffered through it was because we knew how important this one little act was for Quinn. Between losing her parents in an auto accident when she was young and her getting in that wreck, we took care when we were in any vehicle.
I reached out to take Julian’s hand. “It’s only a short ride home,” I pointed out, trying to sooth him.
He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my palm. “I know, Dove, but I haven’t seen you for what feels like years. Cut me some slack, baby.”
I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes in pure, utter contentment.
Chapter 10
Lust: Because every time is like the first time.
Isabella~
I was sitting at my desk not getting a damn thing done.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Teresa’s ass chewing. Because, let me tell you, Teresa Alexander, in a rage, is a sight to behold. When Chase told us he was going to tell her, we agreed that we’d tell her together as a team of six. Whoever said there was safety in numbers never met Teresa Alexander.
She was pissed that we kept Avery’s attack from her and she really got irritated with us when we told her about the flowers. She insisted that we promised not to be stubborn females and she demanded the guys to be the men she raised and make sure nothing further happens to me, Quinn or Avery. We all responded with a ‘yes, ma’am’ as we dutifully took the ass chewing.
The entire thing was sweet, and oddly, terrifying.
Teresa Alexander was something else.
But what amazed me the most out of the entire thing was that this woman has only known me, Quinn and Avery for a handful of months, but she has accepted us as her own unconditionally, and all because her sons were in love with us. I found myself envying that kind of maternal love even while she was yelling at us.
How can this remarkable woman love me more sincerely than my own mother? Or father, for that matter?
It had me feeling both unworthy and grateful. I was grateful that I had her in my life, but also wondering at the same time what did I do to be so unworthy of my own parents’ love.
I mean, I know logically there was nothing I did, but sometimes, it didn’t feel that way.
A huge part of me wanted to just go on living my life sans my parents like I have been. But the little girl in me wanted to confront my mother, my father, his wife and their children. The hurt part of me wanted a full blown Jerry Springer episode confrontation.
I wanted to tell my father what I thought of him and an ungracious part of me wanted to see his wife and children emotionally hurt over his infidelity.
God, I just wanted someone else to hurt besides me.
I know it was childish and pointless, and I had a good life. There was no reason for me to wish pain on anyone else. I had a good job, great friends and a love that only existed in books and movies. I had no complaints.
Other than my mother.
And now, after all these years, my father.
I picked up the phone. There was only one person who could make this feeling of uncertainty go away. “Isabella, what can I do for you, sweet girl?”
I smiled at Nick’s voice. These men really were something else. “I need a favor, Mr. Savage.”
He snorted into the phone. “Need money? Need a new house? Someone kidnapped, and possibly, tortured? A new tiger cub from the wild? What do you need, Iz?”
“Would you really steal a baby tiger cub from its mother?”
“I’d rather tangle with a wild tiger than deal with Julian, if he ever found out you asked me for a favor and I said no,” he responded dryly.
“What if the favor I was asking was advice on how to break up with Julian?” I posed.
Nicholas laughed. And then laughed some more. Then laughed a little bit more before finally managing to control himself. “Geeze, Izzy, I needed that laugh,” he chuckled.
“Sooooo, then that’s a no, I take it?”
“Dude…or dudette, I suppose…just a heads up, if you ever called me with advice on how to break up with Julian, I’d tell you to think about it for a couple of days giving me, Chase, Julian and Kane time to come up with a way to hold you captive without the cops being called. Just saying,” he informed me, seriously. No, I mean…he was really serious.
“Well, good thing I don’t ever plan on leaving him, then,” I retorted.
“Yeah, good thing,” he agreed. “So what favor did you need?”
“I want to surprise Julian at work. I need you and Chase to take over whatever meetings he has for the rest of the day,” I asked.
“It’s already past one. He usually tries to get all his meetings out of the way first thing in the morning,” he informed me.
“Well, can you look up his calendar and do some magic if there’s anything conflicting with my visit? I’m going to head over in about 15 minutes or so.”
“Say no more. Chase and I will take care of it.”
I let out a sigh. “Thank you, Nick.”
“Don’t mention it. But just so you know, Iz, the walls aren’t soundproof…”
“Jerkface,” I muttered. I hung up on his laughter.
I called my boss, asking him if I could take a half-day personal day, and he immediately allowed it. I don’t know if it’s because he knows about the flowers or he didn’t want to cross SMA, Global in any way, shape or fashion.
I called Janie to let her know I’d be leaving and then I shut down my computer and forwarded my calls to my cell for any emergencies.
I had to admit, I was a little nervous. I’ve never visited Julian at work. It wasn’t that I thought I’d be bothering him; it was just more out of professional courtesy. It would be different if I worked for him like Q and Ace did, but I didn’t.
I walked out the lobby front doors and Garrett was already standing by the door awaiting me. I side-eyed him as he escorted me to the car. “How did you know I was-”
He smirked. “Mr. Savage called me and told me to be waiting for you.”
I shook my head as I smiled back at him. “Of course, he did.”
Garrett opened the car door and surrounded me as I slid into the seat. Even though it’s been a couple of weeks, I was still not used to having a driver. It felt very Any City of Housewives to me.
I fired off a group text to the girls as Garrett drove me to SMA.
FYI…on way 2 SMA. Dnt bother Julian 4 at least the next 2 hours.
WhooooHooooo!!
Leave it to Quinn.
just know…the walls are not soundproof
Jesus, Avery and Nick must be sharing the same brain.
I’m nervous…
Nervous? Why?
Fuck nervous Iz. Walk in like the sex goddess u r and ride that stallion of a man!
I couldn’t hold in my laugh. Quinn was so good for my confidence.
Never went to my bf’s place of work to seduce him, that’s why.
Ur being silly. Julian will b so happy, he’ll probably buy every1 n the company a new car.
Q’s got a point, Iz. Julian is going 2 b thrilled 2 c u. Don’t b nervous.
The car came to a stop.
Gotta go. Here already.
Good Luck!
Go get ur man girl!
I threw my phone in my purse and waited for Garrett to open the door for me. The car door opened and I took Garrett’s hand as he helped me out of the vehicle. We walked in silence as he escorted me to the lobby of SMA.
“Will you be fine here or would you like me to have the receptionist call up?” he asked.
“No,” I smiled. “I want to surprise Julian.”
Garrett nodded. “Very good, Iz.” It took me four days to break him from insisting on calling me Ms. DeLucci. He teased me saying he’d gladly call me Mrs. Moretti if I was so opposed to Ms. DeLucci. It was then that I knew we’d get along great.
I rode the elevator up to the top floor where I knew Julia
n’s, Chase’s and Nick’s offices were located. As the elevator ascended, I realized I probably should have had the girls meet me in the lobby and give me a pep talk in person.
My hands were sweating and I felt like I was engaging in a bank robbery instead of just visiting my boyfriend at work. I kept thinking that all the people getting off and on the elevator on my trip to the top floor knew I was going up there to blow Julian. My face kept turning beet red every time someone made eye contact with me.
Jesus. I needed to get a grip.
When the elevator finally stopped at the top floor, I got out and headed towards the receptionist.
She was a very pretty girl and her desk plate read ‘Lesa’. “Hi, Lesa. My name is Isab-”
Her face brightened. “Oh, Isabella DeLucci.”
I nodded. “That’s right.”
“Mrs. Clayton-Felicia Clayton, Mr. Moretti’s assistant, called and told me to expect you. Have you ever been here before?”
I shook my head. “No, this is my first visit.”
She jumped up from her seat. “Let me show you the way.” She escorted me to the center of the floor and the layout was in the form of a three tiered crown. The hallway straight ahead led to Chase’s office, the hallway on the left led to Nick’s and the hallway on the right led to Julian’s. “Just follow the hallway and you’ll find Felicia in the reception area. She can direct you to Mr. Moretti’s office.”
“Thank you, Lesa.” I strode down the hallway and my stomach was in knots.
I finally came across Julian’s assistant. “Hi, Fel-”
She waved a hand at me. “Mr. Savage called me and told me you’d be stopping by and to…uh, make sure you and Mr. Moretti are not to be disturbed.”
Felicia winked at me and I know my face showed my embarrassment. “Uh, thank you.”
I walked my way to Julian’s office wonder just how thin the walls were.
Julian~
I was checking my emails when a notification dinged that my 2:30 accounts meeting with Nick and Chase was canceled. I shook my head willing to bet the meeting was cancelled because Quinn and Avery were more than likely going to be bent over Nick’s and Chase’s desks about that time.
Fucking assholes.
I was about to call Chase when I heard the door to my office opened.
Great. I can call them assholes to their faces instead.
Except when I looked up, it wasn’t Chase and/or Nick walking into my office.
It was Isabella.
My body instantly turned cold.
Something had to be wrong. Isabella was big on respecting our professional boundaries. She would never interrupt me at work if it wasn’t important.
I jumped out of my chair and rushed towards her. I was so focused on the imaginary disaster I was already predicting in my head that I didn’t even notice her lock the door.
I grabbed her shoulders, rubbing her arms up and down. “Hey, baby, is everything okay?” Her eyes darted around the office and she started biting her lower lip. She was nervous and that was making me nervous.
“I…uhm, so…this is your office?”
I paused, then stood at my full height and looked down at her. Something was up. “Yeah, this is my office. You can take a look around if you want.”
Isabella side-stepped me and I watched her as she took in my office. She walked around looking at the bookshelves and stopped to stand in front of the floor to ceiling window, taking in the view. “The city looks beautiful from up here,” she stated.
“Yes, it does,” I agreed. I was going to give her two more minutes before I demanded she tell me what was going on with her.
She turned around and her face softened when she took notice of the picture of her on my desk. She walked over and picked it up, looking it over. After she set it down, she started scanning my office. “You don’t have any other pictures in here?”
I shook my head. “No. I like to keep my personal life out of the office. But I can’t go all day without seeing your face, Dove.”
Isabella’s face paled a little. “Oh. Geeze, I’m sorry.” She hoisted her purse higher upon her shoulder and started making a beeline to the door.
Luckily, I got to the door before she could turn the doorknob. I planted both my hands against the door on either side of her head, blocking her in. “Oh, no you don’t Dove. Tell me why you’re here,” I commanded.
She was breathing so hard, I could feel her back brush up against my chest with each breath she took. “We can…uh, talk tonight at home. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because I’m here…”
She was talking to the door. She hadn’t turned around to face me after I caged her in, so I leaned into her ear. “Why would you think I’d be uncomfortable with you here?” God, her scent was driving me crazy.
Her voice sounded rusty and hurt. “You said you like to keep your personal life out of-”
Isabella’s hair was pinned up and it gave me convenient access to her smooth, slender neck. I place a small kiss on it, just behind her ear. And she shivered. “I hold a lot of meetings in this room. I don’t need people noseying around personal photos of mine. That’s all I meant, Dove.”
“Oh.”
My dick was beginning to strain against my zipper. “Why are you here, Isabella?”
I heard her sigh…in an attempt to scour up some courage maybe?… I wasn’t sure. She still refused to turn around and face me. But she didn’t leave me waiting any longer. She lowered her forehead against the door and spoke to her feet. “I…I wanted to see you.”
Every muscle in my body coiled. I wanted to make sure she was saying what I hoped she was saying. “Why?”
“Julian…”
My pulse felt like it was trying to beat out of my skin. Was Isabella here because she wanted me to fuck her? I had to be completely sure, though, before I made a move. “Tell me why you’re here, Dove.” I placed another kiss on the back of her neck and the small moan she let out was unmistakable.
“I wanted to see you, because….because…”
I knew Isabella’s never done anything like this before, so I took pity on her. “Did you come here so I could finally bend you over my desk and fuck your wet, needy pussy, baby?”
She groaned. “Julian…”
I lowered one of my hands and brought it around her body until I held one of her luscious tits in my hand. “Is that why you’re here, Dove? Do you need to be fucked? Or do you need your sweet pussy licked?”
Isabella’s head fell back onto my chest. Her eyes were closed and she was falling into the sensation of her tit being massaged in my hand. “Yes…”
“Yes what, Isabella? You want me to fuck you or eat your pussy? Or both?”
Her back was pressed up against me, so I could feel her clenching and rubbing her thighs together. “Tell me how you want me, Julian,” she breathed, her purse falling off her shoulder.
I wanted her naked and handcuffed to me every goddamn day. That’s how I fucking wanted her.
I wanted this woman any fucking way I could get her.
I wanted her on every surface of this office. I wanted her in the loft room. I wanted her scent to permeate every thing in this fucking office.
She had no idea just how much restraint I still practiced with her.
No idea.
“What if I told you I wanted you naked with your tits pressed up against the glass for all of San Jose to see?” I asked and she whimpered. “What if I told you I wanted the entire city to see just how much I owned you?” I moved my other hand so that I had both her heavy tits in my hands. “Because why else would you let everyone see you getting fucked by me if it wasn’t because I owned you?”
Isabella started pushing her ass back and I knew the idea was turning her on something fierce. Of course, I’d never do anything like I was suggesting. Even if Isabella would let me fuck her in front of the entire city, there’s no way I’d let any man see her naked. Her body, her whimpers, her moans, her screams…they wer
e all for me and me alone.
“Or I can just draw the curtains and spread you out on my desk,” I offered.
And then she floored the fuck out of me with her next words. “I’d let you, Julian. I’d let you fuck me in front of the window. In front of everyone, if that’s what you wanted.”
I went from turned on to murderous in the short time it took for her to finish what she was saying. Isabella was so fucking perfect and good and sweet, but she was so starved for love and acceptance that she’d let me fuck her in front of the world if it meant keeping me interested in her.
I wanted to kill her fucking parents.
Absolutely tear them afuckingpart!
It took all I had not to ruin this for her. I wanted her comfortable and I wanted her to feel welcomed here any time she needed to come to me.
Luckily, her eyes were still closed and she was still basking in the feeling of my hands on her body, so she didn’t see the fury on my face at her statement.
I needed to rein it in. “I want you everywhere in my office, baby. I want you laid out on my desk so I can lick your cream. I want you on your knees under my desk with my cock down your throat. I want you straddling me over my chair while you ride my dick until the fucking chair breaks.”
“Oh, God, Julian…” I knew Isabella was visualizing it all.
I ran one hand down her stomach and over her thighs until I found the hem of her skirt. I pulled it up until it was bunched up around her hips and immediately slipped my fingers in her panties.
She was fucking soaked.
Jesus Christ, I loved this woman. “But you know what I want more than all that other stuff, baby? I want you bend over my desk with my cock buried in your ass. I want to sit down every morning with the memory of how you looked half-naked before me getting your ass fucked on my desk. That’s how I want you, Dove.”
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