Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
BELLA
I will not be tempted by Henry Burnes and his beautiful cock, and killer smile, and his dirty mouth.
No. No. No. No.
I repeat this over and over as I walk into the coffee shop, Tate giving me a smile as he places the coffees on the counter.
“Cutting it fine today, girl,” he teases, and I flip him off as I hand him a note then pick the cups and her bagel up.
“Life saver as always,” I blow him a kiss as I walk towards the exit, and just as I turn I see Henry standing there. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath, but I stay calm and collected even though moments ago I was close to riding his cock like a cowgirl.
Shame slaps me across the face.
But the thing is, I don’t even feel bad which makes me a horrible person.
“Go away,” I mutter as I walk past, head held high as he gets the door for me as we walk along the busy streets of London.
“I don’t want to,” he rasps, walking beside me.
“Well, you have to,” I snap, stopping in my tracks and facing him. “She already thinks you come into the office for me, and this is the second morning this week you’ve turned up. You’re acting suspicious and we’re going to get caught out. It was fun Henry, it was hot as fuck,” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I replay the way he fucked me. “But it has to stop. I’m not losing it all because of one drunken night. I’m not yours, you’re not mine. Last night didn’t happen. Slate is wiped clean.” My chest aches and I hate it.
He says nothing, his sharp jaw is clenched, and his eyes are burning into mine.
“Goodbye Henry,” I give him a nod and I walk away, silently gutted that he actually listened.
Riding the lift, I inhale heavily as I walk towards Clarissa’s office.
“You’re late,” she refuses to lift her head up to look at me.
“By two minutes,” I answer back as I place her coffee and shitty bagel on her desk.
“It’s still late Bella,” her icy eyes cut to mine, my name squeezing past her lips dripping in fucking acid.
I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek, refusing to bite back at her. She will not get a rise out of me today.
Turning on my heel, I walk out towards where my desk is and slump in my chair. I couldn’t wait for five p.m. to roll around, I was going to run out of here like a bat out of hell.
Drinks with the girls—bar Lily—is just what I needed.
“Bad morning?” Tom asks me, and I can’t even bring myself to speak. She drains me and I have been here five minutes if that.
“Mmhm,” I offer in response.
“Can’t be that bad if you have someone’s number on your coffee cup,” and that has me bolting up in my seat. I reach for my flat white and see Tate’s name with his number scribbled.
“Oh.”
“That’s the guy from the coffee shop you told me about isn’t it?”
My cheeks flame red.
“Text him, what are you waiting for?”
“I dunno… not sure if I should.”
“Do it!”
I look up at him and he gives me a lopsided smile.
Fuck it.
Rummaging in my bag for my phone, I pull it out and see a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown
You. Are. Mine. Keep running Bella… I’ll find you every time.
I roll my eyes and ignore it.
Typing Tate’s number into my phone, I ping him a quick message and a little smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
Nestling my phone away, I open my emails and start working through the list of shit that Clarissa has sent my way.
Lunch comes and goes with a blink of an eye when my desk phone rings through from Clarissa. So lazy. I am literally three steps from her office door.
“Yup,” I breathe down the phone.
“I have a meeting in twenty, I am not to be disturbed. Do you have the manuscript back yet that I chased?”
“No, I will send another email to the author’s agent.”
Then the phone goes dead.
I place the phone into the cradle a little harder than I should have, but she makes me rage.
The lift pings and I find myself looking over my shoulder. I would be lying if I said I haven’t replayed Henry fucking me last night on loop. It plays constantly in my head, and I already want, no, need more.
But I’ve drawn a line in the sand.
Sex between me and Henry will only happen in my head now.
My breath catches at the back of my throat when I see Henry walking down towards me, one hand in his pocket of his black suit trousers and a crisp white shirt with the two buttons undone. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
I am fully aware I am staring, fully aware that everyone can see me staring but I can’t seem to stop. I watch as his lips twitch before walking into his wife’s office, and I am instantly jealous.
Snapping my head back around, I lower myself down and focus on the task in hand.
Not thinking of Henry bending me over my desk and fucking me raw.
What is wrong with me.
“Tea?” I pop my head up, asking Tom who sits opposite me.
“Yeah, go on then,” he smiles, passing his mug over to me that says ‘ World’s best daddy’ . I smile.
Tom is married to his high school sweetheart and has a beautiful little girl called Emerson. They’re blissfully happy.
Pushing from my seat, I duck out and into the small, quiet kitchen. Filling the kettle to the brim, I pop it on its stand and click it on.
My skin is still tingling from this morning, my pussy still pulsing at what could have been in the back of the car.
One of us needed our sensible head on.
It clearly wasn’t Henry.
I’m not alone long when I hear the sound of footsteps slowing and my breath catches in the back of my throat.
“Bella,” his voice rasps as my skin prickles in goosebumps.
I ignore him, bending over to get the milk from the undercounter fridge and before I stand, I let my eyes flicker over to him, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, leaning against the archway and arms crossed against his broad chest.
Slicing my gaze away, I trickle both mugs with milk, covering the tea bag then add two sugars to each before I am lifting the kettle and topping them both full of boiling water.
His footsteps grow closer, and I stiffen just as his large hand skims around my waist, lips pressed to my ear.
“You can keep ignoring me…” he nibbles on my ear lobe as his free hand traces along the hem of my dress, fingers teasing just under and circling on my thigh. “Or you can be a good girl and let the inevitable happen.”
His fingers trace a little higher, slipping between my thighs just as his fingertips brush over my pulsing clit through the delicate silk of my panties.
“Henry,” I whisper, hovering the kettle in the air.
“One last time…” he kisses the shell of my ear, “ please .” And I moan as he presses his fingers against my clit, delicately rubbing in soft circles. “I need to fill your pretty pussy one last time, to feel the way your tight cunt wraps around me, the way you feel against my skin… like pure fucking silk .”
My breath hitches just as his lips dust across my neck.
“Stop,” I pant, truth was, I didn’t want him to stop.
“Is that what you want?” he breathes just as his fingers slip into the side of my damp panties.
“Yes.”
No.
His fingers are back rubbing, and his erection is pressing into my ass.
“Meet me in Clarissa’s office in twenty…” he places a kiss on my cheek as he covers my aching pussy and glides his fingers across my thigh and just like that, he is gone.
It takes me a minute to get my thoughts back. Shit.
Placing the kettle back down, I strain the teabag and walk back into the office, no doubt my cheeks are flushed as fuck and Tom can read me like a fucking book.
“Here we go.”
I smile, placing his mug down quickly and sitting in my seat.
“All okay? You look a little…”
“I’m hot. Feel like I am cooking internally.”
I mean, it’s not a lie.
“Shit, Lara said there is some summer flu going around, I hope I haven’t somehow passed it on.”
“I’m fine, honestly.”
What I want to say is, it’s not summer flu, our boss’s husband just had his fingers in my panties, and I am horny as hell.
Clarissa’s office door is shut, and I can see through the bottom glass that Henry is pacing.
And all I can think about is in twenty minutes, his cock will either be deep in my throat or pounding my pussy, or hopefully both.