Pulse - Part Two (2 page)

"I screwed her twice months ago." He pulls forward so his breath courses against my ear. "I've never really fucked her."

"There's no difference." I take a heavy step back. I have to gain distance. I can't be close to him.

"I screwed her against the wall in her office one night and then again in the back of a limo when she dragged me to an event. Both times almost fully clothed. Both times just my dick inside of her. Briefly. I didn't even come the second time."

"Shut up." I cringe from the vulgarity of the words, from the confession. "Stop talking about her." I don’t want to think about the two of them together. I can't imagine her feeling anything from his body.

He leans forward again, running the pad of his thumb across my lips. "I never fucked her mouth. I never wanted to be in her the way I want to be in you."

I recoil at the touch. I can't have this conversation with him. Cassandra has taken care of me. She's given me an opportunity when no one else would. "Don't say that."

"Don't say what." He surges forward grabbing my waist, pulling me into him. "That all I think about every minute of the day is fucking you? That I'm addicted to the taste of you? That I get hard instantly when I think about sliding my cock into your tight little body?"

"You dated her. You brought her here." I gesture to the room around us. This is the place he said he'd never bring a woman he fucked. "She had keys."

"I gave her those keys so she could sit and wait for the plumber on a Saturday when I was visiting my sister in Boston." 

He has an answer for everything. It can't be that simple. Cassandra couldn't have misinterpreted their relationship that much, could she?

"I ended it weeks ago, Jessica." His hand slides across my hip. "I told her it was over, she wouldn't accept it. She wanted a temporary break instead. I gave her that to give her time to adjust."

"I can't face her." I pull my gaze down to my palm. "I can't believe I was sleeping with her boyfriend."

"Jessica." His finger brushes against my chin, tilting it up. "I didn't want her. I've never wanted her the way I want you."

"I have to go." I try and twist his body so I'm closer to the door but he's unrelenting in his stance.

"No." His lips glide over my forehead. "I'm not letting you go."

"I don’t want this anymore," I say the words with purpose. I need them to sound genuine. "I can't see you again."

"You're a horrible liar." His hand slides up my hip to the front of the chef's jacket.

"I'm not lying." I swat his hand away. "I'm leaving."

He spins me around so effortlessly that I don’t have time to react before my back is against the door. "Kiss me, Jessica. A kiss for my birthday."

I lean into the heavy wood of the door. I stare at his lips, watching his skillful tongue course over them, wetting them in anticipation.

"One kiss," I mutter before I feel his lips crash heavily into mine.

He groans into my mouth, his hands ripping the front of the chef's jacket open. His tongue slides next to mine, pulling it over his.

I try desperately to suppress a moan but my body betrays me. My hands jump to his hair, pulling the black locks between my fingers. I want this. I've wanted this since he walked through the door. He sensed it. He always knew.

His hand inches its way up the front of the white t-shirt I'm wearing. He growls as his finger slides over my now hard nipple encased in a lace bra. "Let me fuck you. God, I need to fuck you."

"Nathan," I whisper. "I can't."

"You want me." He pulls the front of my bra down, my left breast popping free. His fingers claim it, pulling and pinching it, the pleasure racing through my body.

"No," I whimper. I don't want to want him so much.

"No?" He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. "You want me to fuck you. You're wet, aren't you?"

I pull the front of his shirt into my fists, pulling him into me. "Yes." I breathe into his mouth as a small whimper rises from deep within me.

"I'm going to lick you until you scream and then you're going to slide my cock between those perfect lips and swallow my load before I fuck you."

I moan at how raw the words are. I can't stop him. I just want to feel him in every part of me.

"In my bed now, Jessica." He picks me up, pulling my legs around his waist. "This is exactly what I want for my birthday."

"Jess." A heavy pounding on the door stops him dead in his tracks. I leap from his arms pulling the front of the chef's jacket around my disheveled body.

"Nathan, let me in." Cassandra beats the door harder. "Where's Jess?"

He pulls his hand across his brow, his entire body shaking as he sucks in a deep breath. "She left," he calls through the door. "She fucking left."

I'm shaking as I pull myself back together, adjusting my bra before buttoning up the jacket. I smooth my hair as I lift my gaze back to him. He's leaning against the door, his head resting in his palm.

"I've been waiting downstairs for her." She thumps her fist into the door again. "She never came down. Let me in."

I reach around him to yank the door open. He acquiesces without uttering a word.

"Jess." Mascara is running down her face. "What are you still doing here?"

"She was in the bathroom," he offers, his hand pressing against the bottom of my back.

"Let's go." She reaches for my hand and I grab it, squeezing it within my own. "I'm sorry you had to meet that asshole," she mutters as she pulls me towards the elevator.

Right now, in this moment, I'm sorry I met him too.

"
I need to cut back your hours, Jess." Cassandra ties a patterned scarf around her neck. "I just can't afford this anymore."

I take a deep breath. I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's been four days since I followed her out of Nathan's apartment and now she's finally going to confront me. She must know that I'm the woman he was talking about. Wait. Am I the woman he was talking about? Maybe there was another woman he was fucking. He has a suite just for random sex. I can't shoulder all the blame for their broken relationship.

"Okay," I offer. What am I supposed to say when she's essentially telling me that my dream job is no more? Add to that the fact that I've been fucking her estranged boyfriend and my life couldn't get much worse.

"I'm humiliated." She turns to face me. "I can't believe I have to say this."

My stomach twists into a knot. She looks so worn-out. I heard her crying this morning when I got to her apartment. She misses him. I can't blame her. I miss him too.

"Just say it," I blurt out. I just want it over with.

"Nathan was helping me," she begins before taking a long pause. "Financially."

I look into her green eyes and I see a cast of worry over them. "I didn't know," I mutter. I couldn't have known. He didn't tell me that part.

"I was struggling when we met and he offered. No questions. I wanted it to be a loan, but he refused. He just gave it."

I can't respond. What am I supposed to say to that?

"He helped me for a few months before I asked him out. We went on a few dates." She inhales sharply. "The sex wasn't spectacular, but you can't have everything right?"

I feel a blush course over my face. The sex is spectacular. It's beyond that.

"I can't keep taking money from him after the other night."

"Yes," I mutter. Of course she can't. He dumped her royally on her ass right in front of me. How can she keep taking anything from him after that?

"I can give you two days a week." She shifts in obvious embarrassment. "If you find something better, I'll send you on your way with a great reference."

I nod. Two days a week? It was better than nothing.

***

"I
s Mr. Moore in?" I quiz the gorgeous brunette sitting behind an almost bare industrial looking desk.

"Who are you?" She pushes the question at me without even the slightest hint of pleasantness.

"A friend."

"No." She taps a few buttons on a phone on her desk. "Your name? What's your name?"

"It's..." I begin before she turns her attention to the call.

"There's a girl here." Her deliberate use of the word
girl
isn't lost on me. "Name?"

"Jessica Roth."

"Jessica Ross," she snarls into the phone. Maybe she just has a lisp.

"Jessica." Nathan appears in the doorway of one of the many offices lining the area behind me. "What a surprise."

I walk towards him, my heart racing. Showing up unannounced at his office was bad enough. Trying to walk on this plush carpet in stilettos was making me feel not only unbalanced but awkward too.

"I just wanted to talk," I say wearily. It has taken all the courage I had to search for his office address, to get in a cab and to ride the elevator up, all without knowing how he'd react.

"Inside." He motions to the doorway of a large office with a glorious view of the city.

"I..." my voice trails as he slams the door shut behind me and pulls me into a tight embrace.

"I didn't think you'd ever answer any of my calls or texts," he interrupts, his eyes scanning my light yellow dress. "You're a vision."

"I came to talk about something." I look over his shoulder. It's a tactic I learned years ago when I didn't want to make eye contact with Josh.

"I've missed you." He pushes my hair back from my shoulder.

"No, please don't." I pull on my hair to move it back into place. "I can't see you anymore."

"Jessica." There was a pause. "I'm sorry about the Cassandra bullshit. I didn't want you dragged into that."

"Bullshit?" I push back from his arms. "It's not bullshit, Nathan. It's my life and it's her life."

"You've worked for her for what, two weeks now?" He turns back towards his desk. "Quit the job and move on if it's that bad."

"I'd rather quit you and move on," I state boldly.

"Quit me?" He doesn't turn back to face me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not fucking you again," I say each word slowly, making sure it's loud enough that he can't question my intention. "I came here to tell you to stop calling and texting me. Leave me alone."

He shuffles through several papers on his desk before he finally turns back towards me. "It doesn't work that way."

"What?"

"You can't just decide that we're done." The cocked brow that accompanies the statement is clearly meant to intimidate me. It's working.

"This is so ridiculous." I pull a weak laugh through my lips. "You're already fucking other women. I'll be a distant memory by next week."

He charges towards me and heaves me against the wall with his hands. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know what you told me." My voice is trembling. I can hear it. He has to hear it too. "You said you were fickle and you liked different women. Don't pretend you haven't been fucking other women the entire time you and I were sleeping together."

"That first night." His hand drops to my thigh. "When I finally got you into my bed," he whispers across my lips. "Do you remember that?"

I nod passively. I know I should push him away. I know I should tell him to fuck off. I can't.

"I licked you until you came all over my face." His tongue traces a pointed line across my jaw. "I've craved that taste since then."

My pulse quickens at the mention of his lips on my body. I can't think about that now. I came here with one purpose. I need to end this before any more damage is done.

"Then you came back and sucked me off." His hand inches higher towards my panties. "I can't stop thinking about you naked, on your knees, my cock in your mouth and you moaning because you couldn’t get enough of it."

My body reacts and I have to take a heavy breath to stifle a moan. "That was then," I offer helplessly.

"This is now." His finger glides across the edge of my panties. "You're so hot and wet right now."

"No," I impulsively try and disagree. I don't want him to know what I'm feeling.

"Jesus, you're already ready. You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?"

"I....no...it's..." I groan as his finger slips under the fabric of my panties and across my slick cleft.

He's on his knees before I can react, my panties pushed to the side. "I've wanted this for days."

I bite my lip to hold back a deep, guttural moan as he claims my wetness. His tongue circles my clit before he pushes a finger along my folds. "You came here for this."

I push my head back into the wall, closing my eyes tightly. I didn't, did I? Does it matter that I bring myself to orgasm every morning when I wake up and think about him fucking him? Does it count that I can't stop thinking about how good it felt when he came down my throat?

"Nathan," I cry out as I near the edge already. I need to tell him to stop. I can't keep doing this with him. It's wrong. He's wrong for me.

"You're so good. You taste so good." He pushes his head hungrily between my thighs as he laps up my wetness, purring into my folds. "Come, Jessica. Come now so I can fuck you."

The promise of his beautiful, full cock inside of me pushes me into the middle of an intense orgasm. I almost cry out in pleasure but he's on his feet now, his damp lips pushed into mine, pulling my moans into his body.

I hold onto his lapel as I feel him lift me gently and push me back onto the corner of his desk. My body is so wanting. I feel so reckless. I can't control this need.

"I'm so hard." He pulls a condom from his desk drawer. "I'm going to come before I'm even inside your sweet little body."

I drop to my knees before he has time to respond. I whip my tongue over the head of his cock and I'm gifted with a single drop of pre-cum. I roll it over my tongue before I pull him into my mouth.

"Fuck. Jessica. Jesus," he hisses through his teeth. "It's too good."

I bob my head slowly up and down, pulling the length of him into me. It's so much. I want it. I want to taste it all.

He moves his hips in rhythm with my sucking, his hands lost in my hair, pulling at the roots as he races to the edge. "I want it to last. I can't. It's too fucking good."