It’s Monday morning. My long five mile run this morning before work did nothing to calm my nerves of going back to work after my amazing weekend with Nate.
I fire up my computer and while it wakes up, I go in search of coffee to try to wake myself up too. I walk into the employee lounge and standing by the coffee makers, pouring himself a cup, is none other than Nate. Fire surges through me, and it’s a shock to see him back in his sharp business suit, hair pulled back, looking all professional and… hot.
I’m thankful that his back is to me so I have a moment to paste on a neutral look on my face and approach him as I would have seventy-two hours ago.
“Good morning,” I say, proud of myself for maintaining a pleasant, normal tone. Nate turns to look at me, and there is a moment of heat in those gray eyes and then they go cold. He stirs his coffee, throws away the tiny red and white straws and nods at me, not meeting my eyes.
“Julianne.”
And with that, he turns on his heel and walks to his office.
I face the coffee, my back to the room, and close my eyes tightly. Okay, that hurt. I know I have to get used to it. Nothing can change for us here. But seeing the chill in his eyes, knowing I can’t touch him… fuck.
I pour my coffee and head back to my own office to find an email from Nate waiting for me, asking me to compile some data on an account and ship it back to him asap.
Then I pull my phone out of my handbag to check for any messages and there is a text, from Nate, received two minutes ago.
Good morning. You look amazing in that black dress. I wanted to fuck you in the break room, but I think that would be frowned upon.
Oh my God! I giggle and my hurt feelings magically disappear.
You look delicious this morning. Almost forgot how hot you are in your suits. Of course, you’re hot out of your suits too, ace.
I missed you last night.
I sigh at this last text.
Missed you too. Did you sleep okay?
I bring up the internet on my computer to start the work Nate requested when my phone chirps.
No.
Oh.
I’m sorry to hear that. Do you have any available time around lunch? I’d ask Mrs. Glover, but this isn’t a professional request.
I dig into my research, and realize it’s been at least ten minutes since my last text. I frown, wondering if he’s going to respond when my phone chirps.
I just cleared thirty minutes at 12:30. Told Jenny I need a lunch meeting with you.
My desk phone rings.
“Jules Montgomery,” I answer.
“This is Mrs. Glover, Jules. Mr. McKenna is requesting a lunch meeting with you at twelve thirty.” She sounds polite and brisk.
“Thank you, Mrs. Glover. I’ll be there.”
She hangs up and I pick up my phone.
It’s a date.
***
Could the morning have gone any fucking slower? Every minute was excruciating as I sat watching the clock, wishing time would pass. Finally, at twelve twenty-five, I shut down my computer and lock my desk, grab my iPad and walk with purpose to Nate’s office.
“You can go on in, Jules,” Mrs. Glover smiles at me and I walk through Nate’s office door, thankful that there are no windows looking out into the reception area, and close the door behind me. I silently turn the lock.
“So,” I turn to face him and smile at him, enjoying the sight of him sitting behind his desk. His eyes are warm as he watches me cross the room toward his desk.
“So,” he replies.
“Just to clarify, you are not my boss right now.”
“Okay.”
I walk around his desk and he swivels in his chair so he’s facing me, looking up at me. A smile flirts at the corners of his lips and I can’t resist him. I lean down, planting my hands on the arm rests of his chair and kiss him, pushing my tongue past his lips, teasing him and pulling back, and suddenly he’s wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap.
With one arm wrapped around my waist and one hand in my hair, he pulls me hard against him and takes control of the kiss. He’s kissing me as though he needs it, as though he’s dying of thirst and I’m the first drink of water he’s seen in days. It’s thrilling, intoxicating, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hang on for the ride. After long minutes of being in Nate’s arms, I remember what my original plan was for this lunch meeting and I stand up off his lap.
“Where are you going?” He grabs for my hand, but I pull it out of his reach and kneel on the floor between his legs.
“Not far.”
His eyes widen. “Julianne…”
“Shh,” I press a finger against his lips to silence him. “Just sit back and enjoy, babe. Nothing like a blow job to brighten up a Monday.”
I unfasten his pants and pull his large, hard dick out of his boxer-briefs and immediately wrap my lips around the head, teasing his apa with my tongue and Nate’s hips surge up in his chair.
“Holy fuck, baby!” He grabs my hair in his hands and holds onto me as I move up and down his beautiful cock, gripping him with my lips, sucking up on him and then sinking back down until I feel that metal in the back of my throat.
I moan against him and jack him with my hand while cupping his scrotum with my other hand. I’ve never felt sexier, more powerful, more in control, and I love it. I love making Nate mad with lust for me.
“Oh God, yes Jules… suck it… Oh my fuck, baby.” His naughty words urge me on and I move faster, harder, until suddenly he stands, picks me up by my shoulders, bends me over and is suddenly inside me. He grips my hair in one hand, pulling me back until it’s just this side of painful, and grips my hip tightly as he slams in and out of me, over and over, before grunting as his climax claims him, pulling me with him.
He slips out of me and steps back and I feel the wetness ooze down between my legs. Nate gasps. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing, baby.”
I grin and stand up, shimmy my skirt down, and kiss his chin as he tucks himself away and zips his pants. “Can I use your bathroom, please?”