Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
JULIET
I have no clue what Gino meant when he said he was going to take it moderately easy on me.
I know what he’s into, thanks to many games of truth or dare and never have I ever in college.
But last time we were together, he gave me free rein after he made the first move.
I controlled everything. And since then, I’ve realized I don’t always want control.
Before I can think, he pulls me away from the door and spins me around, walking me back until my back is to his desk, with his eyes glaring into mine.
I know he’s using this as an opportunity for me to stop this, and I won’t.
I want this. I want this so bad it hurts.
He’s everything I want, and I think he knows it.
The back of my legs hit his desk, and he lifts me slightly, and I’m suddenly thankful I opted for a pencil skirt to lunch.
“Goddamn, this outfit is killing me,” he groans. “Did you know I would do this? Is that why you wore it?”
It’s not, but I wish it were.
He towers over me, his hands firmly on my hips. “Answer me,” he growls.
“If I say yes, what will you do?”
“I want to get you in my bed, but with too many people in the house, I can’t.
And I’m dead set on fucking you in my office.
But I’ll humour you. If you did wear it to get my attention, I would tell you how much of a brat you’re being and how badly you need to be reminded of your place.
Maybe I’ll flip you over and take you from behind, or carry you over to the couch and tie your hands with my belt while I thrust into you. ”
I’m breathless now. I want him to do both. If I weren’t so turned on, I probably would tell him that.
Then, like he is reading my mind, he says, “You want me to do both, don’t you?”
I look at him wide-eyed.
Then he grins. “I’m doing both.”
He grabs me again, pulling me away from the desk, and spins me.
He pauses. “I need to grab something; stay here, and don’t move.”
I have an internal moment of panic when I hear him leave his office, but he comes back less than a minute later.
“I needed to get these.” I turn my head and see he has a sleeve of condoms. My jaw drops.
He smirks. “What? If you think we are only doing it one time in here, you are sorely mistaken.”
Shit.
“Don’t look so surprised, Bella. The first time we did this, I was too scared to admit how much I wanted to do it again. This time, I won’t be.”
A shiver crosses my back.
“Gino—”
Before I can say anything else, he spins me again and pushes me down, so my upper body is lying flat on the desk.
“After this, we are going to have a serious conversation about you walking around this house wearing clothes that I want to rip off of you.”
I smile.
It wasn’t my immediate intention to wear something he sees as provocative, but I’m not complaining. I’m reaping the benefits right now.
I feel him pull down my skirt and tights, and hear him groan as he hooks a finger through the band of my panties and slips them down so I can step out of them.
He unbuckles his belt and puts it on the desk right next to my head. “We’ll use that later,” he says.
The anticipation is becoming unbearable. “Gino—please,” I whimper. I can feel the wetness of my core leaking.
“You need to wait, Bella. Let me take my time.”
Take his time? There is no way he wants to wait much longer. But he’s in control, and I don’t fight him on it.
Then I feel his fingertips graze my core, and I gasp. He wants me begging; I know that now. “Please,” I say again. I will keep saying it until he puts me out of my misery.
“I’ll indulge you,” he says before he plunges two fingers into me.
I gasp at the sensation.
He doesn’t say a word and continues fucking me with his fingers until he feels satisfied or he can’t wait any longer; I don’t know.
Then he unzips his pants, and I hear the foil of the condom wrapper rip. I fully expect him to drive right into me.
He doesn’t.
Is he already having second thoughts?
Before I can think any more about it, he grabs my hips and thrusts into me.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” he grits out.
He keeps thrusting, barely pausing to catch his breath. I can feel my orgasm building inside me, tension tightening like a spring wound too tight to hold.
He frees one hand and brings it between us, his fingers finding my clit, pulling me closer to the edge.
It doesn’t take long after that—everything crests at once.
We break together, the intensity of it leaving us both breathless and shaking.
He falls onto me, making sure not to put his full weight on my back. He kisses my hair, and we are both slick with sweat. We spend a few moments lying here in a comfortable silence.
Then, Gino stands up and pulls out of me. I hear him zip up his pants. I don’t move, waiting for him to tell me what to do. He walks around to the other side of his desk and deposits the used condom in the trash.
He kneels so we’re at eye level. “Bella, we’re going to keep going. If you ever want to stop, tell me, and we will.
I nod my head, knowing I won’t.
GINO
Juliet’s face is perfect like this, her eyes staring at me with anticipation.
Some would say this is the worst place to have sex with someone after two years, but this room is perfect for it.
She spends just as much time here as I do, as of late.
I wait for her to say stop; I’m nervous she’ll bolt like she did the last time.
I wait for another second before I round my desk to stand behind her.
I grab her waist and lift her, then turn her around so she is facing me. I grab the hem of her blouse and strip it off her, revealing a white lace bra that matches the thong she was wearing.
She gives me a knowing look, and I grin.
“Your turn,” I whisper to her, and she instantly knows what I’m insinuating.
She walks closer to me and starts to unbutton my shirt—her breathing is slow and deliberate. I look down at her and let a smile come to my face, catching her lip bite, which she always does when she’s focused.
Once she finishes with my shirt, she unbuttons my slacks, and I have another hard-on. My plan is continuing on the right track. She then grabs my boxers and pulls them down. I step out of them, and my cock stands at attention.
She blushes and looks down. “I’m thinking we continue this on the couch. What do you think?” I ask.
She nods her head.
“Go sit down, please.”
I watch every step she takes until she sits.
“Good girl.” Even though we’ve only done this once, I know how much she likes praise. I walk to my desk and grab my belt and another condom.
When I turn towards her, she stares at me with fire in her eyes.
I walk to her and stop in front of her, looking down at her. “I’m going to wrap this around your wrists. It’s not going to be tight—if you want out, you’ll be able to free yourself.”
She nods, and I wrap the belt around her wrists, loosely securing it. I sit next to her and grab her waist. She squeaks as I lift her onto my lap.
“Just because your hands are tied, you're going to run the show right here,” I tell her as I place her hands over my head and behind my neck.
I open the condom and roll it down my cock.
She shifts up slightly and then clamps down on my cock, causing us both to release a moan
She slowly rides me, her eyes closed.
“Juliet, open your eyes, I don’t want you to forget a single second of this.”
Her eyes lock on mine as she shifts her hips, finding a rhythm that pulls us closer.
Everything builds quickly after that, the tension between us tightening until there’s no space left for restraint.
The moment breaks through us both, leaving us breathless and unsteady.
Once we’ve regained our composure, I lift her off of me and remove my belt from her wrists. I remove the condom and grab my suit jacket that was lying on the back of my desk chair. I put my boxers on and walk back to her.
She’s sitting back watching me.
I place the jacket around her shoulders and cradle her against me.
It doesn’t take long for her soft snores to fill the room.
I quietly sit thinking just how right my best friend has been, and how he isn’t here to say “I told you so.”