Joseph Jewell: Don’t worry…We’re not going to fire you…Next time, just give us a heads up if you plan on insulting him though.
I let out a breath and walked over to the windows. That was the last meeting I was heading. I didn’t care what I’d previously agreed to. I was sending Summer in my place from here on out.
As I was typing an email to her, a knock came to my door.
“Come back later, please!”
The door opened and James walked in, glaring at me.
“I could’ve sworn I said, ‘come back later.’ Now that I know it’s you, you can just send me an email and stay the hell away from me.”
He shut the door and clicked the lock. “I need to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to listen.”
“I need to talk to you,” he repeated, slowly stepping closer. “It’s important.”
“I doubt it.”
“I’m not going to repeat myself again.”
“Good. Close the door when you walk away.”
“You would be the person who knows how to do that to perfection, wouldn’t you?” he asked.
I didn’t get a chance to react.
His lips crashed against mine and my back hit the window. I wrapped my hands around his neck and slid my tongue against his—fighting for control, but he didn’t let me have it.
His eyes were locked on mine, and I had no desire to ever look away.
He slid his hand under my dress and between my thighs, groaning when he felt how wet I was.
He continued owning my mouth with his kiss, tearing away from it briefly to unbuckle his pants.
“Bend over your desk,” he commanded, and I immediately obliged. I needed him inside of me, however it came, and I wanted to finally kill the lusting tension between us.
My ass was up in the air, my face forward, and my faint reflection was in the glass.
James moved behind me, palming my ass with his hands.
I heard him unwrap a condom, heard him say, “Fuck, Kate…” as he slid a finger against my wetness.
He pressed a hasty kiss at the center of my back, then he wedged his knee between my legs. He spread them a bit more, and then he slid into me all at once.
I cried out as I adjusted to his huge and perfect length, resisting the urge to call his name as he filled me to my core.
“This is how it was supposed to be, Kate,” he said, roughly gripping my sides. “Exactly how it was supposed to be.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond to that.
He pounded into me without mercy, forcing me to grip the edge of the desk, my nails damn near digging into the wood.
In the faint window reflection ahead of us, his eyes met mine and he gazed at me with every stroke. Fisting his hand in my hair, he pulled my head back and whispered into my ear. “Tell me how much you love this…”
I moaned, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t see love in his eyes like before. This was just a fuck.
My body couldn’t tell the difference, though. My pussy was throbbing, tightening around his cock, and within seconds I was reaching my climax—crying out his name.
He reached his release seconds after me, and then he slowly pulled out of me. Tossing away the condom, he pulled up his pants before rolling me over to face him.
Letting out a breath, he helped me to sit up. Then he ran his fingers through my hair, smoothing the strands into place.
The look in his eyes wasn’t as primal as before. It was far softer, a mix of lost love and regret.
Grabbing my left hand, he gently rubbed my ring finger for several seconds.
The elephant of “nine and half years ago” was still in the room, and I didn’t think it was stomping away anytime soon.
Still caressing my ring finger, he looked into my eyes. “Kate, can we—”
“No.” I cut him off, returning his answer from earlier. “No, we can’t.”
I pulled my hand away and left.
Sometimes That’s the Only Way
I PICKED UP A BOTTLE of vodka and poured a shot. Then I poured one more.
Tossing them back one by one, I shut my eyes as the alcohol burned its way down my throat.
I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with James in my office. That he was still, hands-down, the best sex I’d ever had. If I hadn’t been so upset with the way he’d treated me in the boardroom, I would’ve begged him for more.
More of the type that I liked though…
Even though he felt amazing inside of me and my body appreciated the much-needed release, it wasn’t the kind of sex I used to love from him in the past. It wasn’t the hours-long, leave-me-utterly-breathless type that left me in a bliss for days. The type that started and ended on a high, with him kissing every inch of my body.