Book one: Chapter 2

When she arrived at the office, the main office receptionist pointed Juliette towards Louis’ closed door. On the other side was a loud, angry man. Juliette knew this voice. Something had gone wrong this morning and now he was burning off the rage across the day. Everyone around the office scurried about with their head down. Louis in a bad mood had a reputation for being unpredictably demanding. A contract that needed to be ready next week could suddenly become necessary right now. A client proposal that was in progress could be ripped to shreds, as he demanded an entirely new platform concept. Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist.

As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

“I don’t want to hear any more excuses!” Louis yelled, and Juliette jumped at the sound. “Fix it!” He slammed the office phone down. “What is wrong with these people,” he muttered, resting his head against his fists. In the suddenly silent office, Juliette glanced over. He looked so tired and only five hours had passed since she had last seen him. The sun was shining through the huge windows overlooking the city, but it might have been a cloudy day given the way he looked. He turned to face her and stress was written across his face. She walked over to him and patted his shoulder. She’d seen him angry, and she’d seen him frustrated, but this time he seemed defeated. She didn’t like it. She wished she could make him feel better.

“I added a treat to your lunch,” she said, hoping for a smile.

He stood suddenly and stared at her. Then his hand was behind her head pulling her to him. His lips locked onto hers and he held her tightly. The surprise made her catch her breath, but as he kissed and bit her lip, she found herself melting against him. She felt the buttons of his shirt pressing against her and she shifted her hips to feel him between her legs. His tongue moved into her mouth, and she opened to receive him. Her hands moved up and down his back feeling the muscles she had admired earlier during the day. She let her hands roam down and pulled him tighter to her. Her desire began to overwhelm her and a light moan escaped. He bit her lower lip, and moved to kiss her chin, the length of her jaw line, slowly moving down her neck. She was panting with excitement but she also wanted him to come back and melt his lips against hers. He was here in her arms, and she wanted to take off his shirt and feel what she had seen.

His hands moved under her shirt. Her skin was smooth. She felt her skin warm to his touch and wanted more. He reached behind to unclasp her bra. He leaned in to kiss her again as his each of his hands fondled the weight of each breast.

“My god,” he groaned, squeezing them tighter. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her heart was racing and her eyelids fluttered as he began to play with her nipples. She was gasping. “Yes!” She whispered her voice hoarse. “Please!” Her voice caught as her nipples hardened and she pressed her hips against him. He was hard. She could feel him through her jeans. The memory of him in his towel raced through her head and her hand went down to feel him through his trousers.

Her eyes flew him when she felt how hard he was. He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants.

Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they both moaned as her hand slip up and down the trouser material.

She unfastened his belt and pants, and reached in to grab his long tense cock in her hand. It was smooth as steel and single drop glistened from the tip. She leaned in to lick it. His ragged voice called her name, but she pulled his pants down and kneeling on the ground looked up at him as he looked down at her, his cock between them. She sucked on the tip and watched his head roll back. Her mouth took him into her and she wondered what it might be like to feel him inside her, spreading her hips apart with his strong, athletic legs. Now, she was moving up and down on him, but what would it be like to have him pumping her, holding her still as he drove into her up to the hilt.

“I need this,” she thought. “I’ve always wanted this.”

“Juliette,” he said, pulling her up to him. He looked into her eyes. “I want you, right now.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I saw you wearing that chef’s apron. Will you let me please you? I can hold on a little bit longer to please you, if you’ll let me. Let me do this,” He was holding her tightly, and she was speechless. He smiled. “Nod if you’ll let me come in you, Juliette.” She nodded.

He pushed her onto the desk and leaned over her. “Are you wet, my dear?” She nodded again. He pulled down her jeans and tickled her over her lacy pink underwear. He fingered her and she moaned again, feeling herself flush with desire. She could see his cock ready to move, leaping at every sound she made.

The phone rang. Her eyes widened. He leaned over and picked it up, and slid his hand along the side of her underwear, along the crease of her thigh so that she sighed with pleasure and shifted as if to make him slip inside her.

“Hello?” He said. Two of his fingers slipped between the warm, wet folds and she stifled a moan. He flicked the little mound that was hard with desire and she moaned out loud, catching herself too late. He grinned.

“Tell her I’ll need to see that contract change before I can approve it. Send me the language.” A finger moved into her and she squeezed around it. With his thumb he circled her quivering clit, and let his fingers slide slowly in and out of her as she pulled on him to stay inside her, to move deeper in her. He held the phone against his shoulder and clasped a hand over her mouth when she started to moan again. “Yeah, send it over. We can talk about it more later.” He hung up.

Her legs were quivering from his teasing. No longer distracted, he pulled her underwear down and slid into her pulsing warmth, leaning over her, his head dropping with satisfaction. “Yes, Juliette. Squeeze me, honey. You feel so good.”

“Louis, I want this. I want,” she shook her head to the right and left, trying to regain control of her senses as she felt the heat rise inside her. “Please, don’t stop, more, I’ve wanted…”

He groaned and moved in and out of her, riding a building crescendo between them. He watched her carefully, hoping he could last enough to see her beautiful face glow as she released, but as she tightened around him and he felt his cock ache, he slowed down. She wouldn’t let him. “There, there, I need, don’t stop…” She wrapped her legs around him and slammed him deeper into her, building a climax that he couldn’t hold back. As she clenched around him, he realized that her sighs were becoming moans and were getting louder. He leaned in to kiss her and with a sudden jerk she was clenching and climaxing and rubbing against him, as he exploded and drove into her one last time.

A few moments later, her eyes opened and suddenly she was scrambling away from him. He pulled her back towards him and kissed her cheek.

“You’re beautiful, Juliette,” he whispered. “I didn’t think it would happen here, but…” Juliette looked around his office, horrified. “But, I…”

“You are an amazing woman, and I just had the best lunch break I have ever had,” Louis said, laughing. He kissed her nose, and pulled away. Then got still. “Juliette, I’m so sorry. I forgot to use…”

Now she had two things to worry about. How could she forget? How could he forget?

“Listen…” he started, but she stood up from the table, pulling her clothes to her. He could see how worried she was.

“I’m sorry, I am. You are just so beautiful and seeing you even now, I forgot myself. Forgive me?” He was holding her wrist and leaning in to see her face.

What would he think of her now? She was just another floozy. How could she keep working for him?

“Juliette, don’t be so quiet. Talk to me. Was it okay?” He smiled sheepishly. “It seemed like it was okay for you.”

She nodded without thinking about it.

“Me too,” he added softly. “I know we have to get to work, but can I see you tonight?”

“No,” she said. She pulled away to start getting dressed. “I’m having dinner with my mother, remember? That’s why I was getting food ready for you this afternoon.” She watched him as he straightened his clothing. She realized how quickly he was able to look as professional as he had when she entered. She was sure she looked a mess.

“That’s right, I’m having dinner with my father. That’s sort of sweet isn’t it? We’re both having dinner with our parents.

"You’re glowing,” He smiled goofily, and for a moment she smiled back at him, her heart full of longing and the sincere desire to stay with him, take care of him. He charmed her utterly. She was confused, and she knew it could never happen again, but she had grown to feel a lot of love for him in the months of knowing each other.

“Come over later? We should talk. Or not,” he added teasingly, and she blushed to think how difficult he would be to resist from now on.

“Okay,” she replied, before she could stop herself.

“Great! I should be home by ten at the latest. Can you stop by? We can discuss…” He had gotten back into work mode.

“The salad,” she started to remind him, when she saw her work sitting there forgotten on the table. He would have gone back to work and never eaten, she realized.

“That’s right! I forgot! This is going to be one of my favorite dishes from now on. It will always make me think of this moment. You might have to make it all the time now,” he added, walking over to the table to grab a fork and the plate.

She could just imagine he must do this all the time. He’d just taken advantage of her. What was she thinking? She had to leave and quickly.

“I should go.” She said, looking anywhere but at him. “If you leave the dishes in the office kitchen, I will pick them up tomorrow.” She walked stiffly to the chair where she had placed her purse and clutched it to her.

She stood there uncertainly for a moment, and with nothing to say, started backing towards the door. She just had to leave. She wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain, and she worried that she might start crying. She couldn’t cry in front of him, because then she would probably definitely lose her job. Oh, everything had gotten confusing.

“See you tonight, right Juliette?” He started to approach her with a big grin on his face, but she had reached the door and flew down to escape.