Page 68 of Clashing Hearts


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“Eeek.”

“Getting vomited on by kids is what we do for friends and family.”

He narrows his eyes on me. “Don’t you have an extra set of clothes or something?”

“Being judgmental today? And no.”

His arm falls, and his interest is piqued. “Really? So does that mean you need to take the dress off?”

Now I crack a grin. “Could be. I was going to ask if I can steal one of your spare shirts and sneak out, as I was going to ask to leave early, anyhow.”

He folds his arms and sits on the edge of his desk. “I’ll answer if you take off the dress.” He’s dead serious.

I give myself a second to decide if I should give in or play it tough. Another line crossed if we break our own rule of keeping things physically separate in the office.

But after being thrown up on, my boyfriend going a little batshit crazy, and the relief of knowing I will have a calmweekend, I decide to throw caution to the wind. I march to the door of his office and close it, only to sashay my way back to him slowly. Stopping right in front of him, I reach behind me to find the zipper and pull it down. All the while, our eyes tie, and I don’t blink once, as I’m sure of my choice.I slide my shoulder out of one sleeve, then the other, and the dress drops down to the floor, leaving me there in a blue bra and panties. The stockings with suspenders happen to be his luck for the day.

His gaze sweeps over me, unhurried and thorough, satisfaction settling in his expression, enticement clear.

“Anything else?”

“Yes. Turn around,” he directs.

I move slowly until my back is to him. Sensing him stand and approach me, he hisses a sound right before his knuckles touch my back. Instantly, I suck in a breath, and a tiny gasp escapes me.

“So fucking beautiful.” The sound of a slap and the sting on my ass makes me yelp.“Fucking naughty, too.You shouldn’t be wearing this to work. Too tempting, and it makes me want to cancel my next meeting so I can lick you on my desk.” He stands behind me and brings our bodies flush. He draws his palm across my side to my front and lowers to my panties, and his fingers disappear under the fabric. The pressure he puts on my clit causes me to lean back into his body as he begins to stroke me. “Soaking for me, too. Why is that again?” His deep, low voice speaks against the back of my neck, his lips dragging.

His touch already has me desperately needing him to make me come. “Because I’m only yours.”

“That’s right, baby.” His other hand grips some of my hair to pull back and tilting my head. He kisses the crook of myneck while his other hand drives me wild. He plunges two fingers inside me. “Tight for me, too. Why is that?”

I bite my bottom lip, and I recognize that my body is turning to liquid. “My pussy is only for you.”

“Good girl.” He kisses my mouth and dips his tongue inside.I’m possessed again, and it’s all his doing.

But just as I think he’ll give me more, he removes his hand, and I feel another spank on my ass. “You’re going to have to hold your orgasms until later. I mean it, don’t make yourself come or there will be consequences.” He steps back, creating space, and I hate that.

Blinking a few times, I try to adjust to the lack of his touch. “How long is the wait?”My breath is still thick from his trance.“I’m heading home for the weekend, so I won’t see you. It’s a bit last-minute, but my workload and schedule will help support my case. I’m going to use some vacation time to take tomorrow off.”

Suddenly, the air changes, and I smile as I turn to face him because I enjoy seeing the confusion on his face.

“Why?”

“Family stuff. You’ll be fine. Your dick may not, but I trust it can handle it.”I grin cheekily.

Julian combs his hands through his hair. “Funny. Fine. You’ll be away for the weekend.”

As I begin searching for my dirty dress, I have no choice but to put it back on.“Family,” I remind him.

“Right.”

I drag my dress up my body, trying to find the zipper, but it gets stuck.

“I’ll come with you.”

My gaze shoots to him, and I see that he is very sober in his expression, his array of thoughts and schemes today long vanished. Now, it’s pure clarity.

“You’re coming with me?”