How He Really Feels (He Feels Trilogy) (26 page)

“Is this why we haven’t heard from you in nearly a month?” Lucy asked.

”Yeah.
We’ve been… um, busy,” I smiled. Nick smiled, too. Well, more of a smirk, really.

Holly and Lucy hugged both of us and congratulated us on finally getting together. Our secret was out, and neither of us could be happier about it.

We all returned to our respective desks and went back to work. The thought of Nick leaving left me feeling very sad. I loved working with him, but I knew how much he loved me because of the very reason that I was sad. Deep down, I still felt a twinge of hurt that he destroyed our relationship the way that he did, but the hideous darkness was over. I was working to replace that hurt with feelings of happiness that we were back together, back where we belonged. It seemed logical that he did what he had to do at the time. He had to make a hasty decision, and while it was the wrong one, he righted it. I felt a rush of love for him at what he was giving up for me. It would take some time to build trust again, but we were soul mates, and we could and would weather any storm that life threw at us.

I had to see him. I got up from my desk and walked to his office, where the door was not quite all the way closed. I heard voices inside, and I didn’t want to interrupt. However, the sheer volume of the voices made me curious. I leaned a bit closer to the door to hear what was going on.

Although muffled, I heard Nick, and he sounded angry, his voice raised. “I’m sorry, Tom. I love her. I refuse to let you fire her to keep me. She is an asset to this company and she deserves to be here.”

“She may be an asset, but you’re the best exec I’ve got, Matthews. I’m not going to let you run out of here for something that’s not going to last,” I heard Tom Davidson say.

I knew they were talking about me. They were both quiet for a moment, and I wondered whether I should stay and listen a little longer.

Nick finally spoke, his voice much softer. “I am confident that what I have with her is going to last. I’m not throwing that away for a job. I’ve done stupid shit before in relationships, and I refuse to fuck this on
e up. I almost lost her forever before I realized what I had.” Pangs of love swelled through my heart as I heard Nick stick up for me.

“Nick, this is my final offer. I will pay you twice what you’re making now.
Company car, company credit card, the works. I need to keep you here. I don’t want you going to the competition, because that will mean the end of this company. You are that good at your job,” I heard Tom say.

“Really, I appreciate your offer. But I’m sorry. I’m not giving her up. All the money, company cars, and credit cards in the world wouldn’t buy what I have with her. Why can’t you just change the stupid policy?”

I decided to leave then. I didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping, and besides, I had heard all that I needed to hear. I felt, once again, that I should be the one leaving, not Nick. Though I knew it wouldn’t be hard for him to get another job given his talent, I still felt bad that he was leaving this one. Not to mention the fact that our boss basically made me feel like I was disposable.

Just like before, I had nowhere to turn. I obviously couldn’t call Travis, the person that I normally turned to in any situation. I couldn’t talk to Nick, because then he would know that I had been listening. I didn’t want to bother my sister with stupid relationship crap again, not when she was about to deliver a child. She had enough going on.

I returned to my cubicle to get some work done, and not ten minutes later, my phone rang. “Julianne,” I answered, not bothering to glance at the caller ID.

“Oh, God, your voice turns me on. I need to see you. Come to my office,” Nick said, hanging up.

My heart skipped a beat as it always did when I spoke to Nick. I practically ran to his office, trying to keep my cool. I walked in and saw him in his suit, looking crisp and handsome. I wanted more than anything to rip his suit off of his body and make love to him. Especially after I had heard what I had. He stuck up for me and he turned down an amazing offer. All for me.

He took my hand and shut the door behind me, locking it. He drew the blinds closed against his windows. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug, my head against his chest. He buried his face in my hair, taking in my scent, kissing me sweetly on top of the head. “I want you so fucking
bad, Julianne,” he said in a sexy, straggled whisper.

“I want you, too,” I said, lifting my head for one of his intense kisses.

As he kissed me, he backed me over to his desk so that my backside was up against the back of the desk. He leaned over and passionately shoved all of the papers, files, and books on top of his desk onto the floor. God, if that wasn’t the sexiest cliché I had ever lived through. He lifted my rear onto the desk and hiked my skirt up my hips, still steamily kissing me as his fingertips found my thighs. I shivered at his touch, and then he moved his hands to my chest, pausing on each breast for gentle caressing. His hands explored my body as his tongue ran up and down my neck, making me hotter and hotter. I suddenly felt the need to have him inside of me.

I pushed his coat jacket back and he slid it off in a swift motion. Not bothering with his shirt and tie, I went right for his belt buckle, knocking a porcelain pencil cup over in the process. As it shattered to the floor, we both quietly giggled, and then he brought his lips back to mine and suddenly we weren’t laughing anymore. Finally, I got his belt undone and his pants unbuttoned.
I knew that this was going to be a quick one, and his hands moved slowly up my thighs until they found the hem of my panties. I leaned up to kiss him again, feeling a warm, burning emotion down low, deep inside.

He yanked my panties down and his finger immediately found my wetness. I arched into his hand, wanting more of him, wanting to feel him everywhere on my skin.
God, how I missed him.

He pulled his fingers away and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeply and intimately. Then he slid himself inside of me. As he pumped inside of me, I could feel myself reaching the point of ecstasy with him. I tried to stifle my moans as his hands were everywhere. His hardness inside of me sent thrills throughout my entire body. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured against my ear, and then he sucked on my lobe. “I’m not going to last,” he said, and his words were my own undoing. I threw my head back as my body convulsed around him, and he pumped hard into me as he found his own release.

We stayed connected, blissful and quiet for a moment as he held me in his arms. “Jesus, Julianne. I love you,” he breathed.

His sweet sentiment, mixed with the perfect love that he had given me, was almost too much for me to handle. I kissed him gently, and then he pulled out of me. I felt cold without his presence inside of me.

We gathered our clothes strewn throughout his office and began dressing. Nick was just about to buckle his belt when there was a knock at the door. “Dammit!” he whispered, fumbling with the buckle as I fixed my hair and tried to look like I hadn’t just been through some of the most pleasurable moments in my life.

I went over to pick up the pieces of the broken pencil cup and try to straighten out some of the papers that had ended up
on the floor in our passion as Nick went to answer the door. Standing at the door was Dana.

She looked from him to me and back to him again.
“Oh my God, Nicky. It’s her?” she asked, incredulously.

“What’s her?” Nick asked, genuinely confused.

“You’re leaving because of Julianne?” she asked.

Nick turned the cutest shade of red that I have ever seen, looked sheepishly at me, and said to Dana, “That’s none of your business. Get back to work.”

He shut the door in her face. I laughed out loud, standing up to give him a high-five. “That was awesome,” I smiled.

“She’s so annoying,” he smiled back, coming over to help me pick up the rest of his papers. “I’ll take care of this. You should probably to get back to work.”

“Okay, boss. I do need to get some work done.” I kissed him passionately one last time. “I’ve got a present for you that will help you think about me all day,” I said, as he opened the door for me.

“I will be thinking about you all day anyway, but I love gifts. What is it?” he asked.

I placed my rolled up panties into his hand so that no one could see, and I closed his hand around them. “Check that out when you get a chance.”

I walked back to my
cubicle, ready to sit down and get some work done, when the phone rang again. “Julianne,” I answered.

“Why do you do this to me? I’m fucking hard for you all over again,” Nick said in a sexy husky voice.

“Well you are just going to have to wait until later,” I replied, smiling as I hung up the phone.

The day dragged on as I continued to think about what was going to happen later between Nick and me. I worked through lunch, hoping to get things done early so that I could get home and prepare myself for an evening of romance.

I worked through mounds of projects, some of which had been neglected, especially in the short time that Nick and I had been apart. I had found it extremely difficult to concentrate on work when I knew he was just down the hall from me, and I couldn’t get anything done with him and my heartbreak on my mind. But now I was back, and I found that I had neglected far more than I should have. Replying to emails, starting market research, and setting up appointments kept me busy for the remainder of the day, and before I knew it, the day was over. I gathered my belongings and headed for Nick’s office. He was busily typing away on his laptop. I walked inside and knocked lightly on the doorframe. “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted me with a smile.

“Hey yourself,” I smiled back. “
You leaving soon?” I asked.

“Yeah.
I’m just working on my resume. I’ll be ready to get out of here in a few minutes. Want me to stop by on my way home?” he winked.

Knowing full well that his house was in the complete opposite direction of mine, I smiled, “Yes.”

“I’ll be there in a half hour. Be ready for some lovin’,” he lowered his voice for the last part.

“Right back at ya,” I smiled, turning to leave.

As I turned around, I literally walked into Tom. “Uh, sorry,” I managed to spit out, still hurt from hearing his conversation with Nick earlier.

“Julianne, hi,” he awkwardly said. “See you tomorrow.”

He walked past me into Nick’s office, closing the door behind him. I was so curious that I thought for a minute of staying to listen to the conversation, but I thought better of it and left.

Forty-five minutes later, Nick still hadn’t arrived. It was very unusual for him to be late and not call, but I had an idea of what was keeping him.

I decided to “pretty” myself, putting on some lacy red lingerie and some sexy makeup. Not too much later, there was a knock at my door. I peeped through the peephole – after all, I didn’t want someone other than Nick to see me in my racy outfit – and once I saw him standing there, I opened the door.

“Wow…sorry I’m so late,” he managed, walking into my apartment, taking me into his arms, and slamming the door behind him.

He made love to me, long and sensual and sweet, and when we were both wrung out and sated, we both realized that we were hungry. We ordered a pizza, and still curious, I decided to ask Nick about his conversation with Tom. “So, what did Davidson want?” I inquired.

“I figured you would ask, but I don’t really want to talk about it. He’s just really being an asshole about me leaving,” he answered, his face darkening a bit.

“That’s fine. If you want to talk about it, you can,” I gently said.

“I know, baby. He just keeps trying to convince me to
stay, and I’ve made it clear to him that being with you is more important to me than a job.”

My heart swelled with love. “Nick, I’ve been thinking about something a lot today. You should stay. You love your job, and you are so good at it. I don’t want to be the one that ruins that for you. I can look for a new job.”

“No, baby. Absolutely not. You are great at what you do, and you are an asset to the company. You love it there, too, and I refuse to let you leave. You were there first, anyway,” he said stubbornly.

“I don’t care. I just want you to be happy.”

“As long as I can be with you, and hold your hand in public, I am happy,” he said.

I was happy as long as I was with him, too. “It is going to really suck when I don’t get to see you every day,” I said, deciding to sort of back off of the work issue for a while.

“I know it, baby. We’ll figure something out. You can stay at my place for a week, I can stay here a week. Whatever. I’ve got just short of two weeks left at work.”

“Maybe we can plan a daily rendezvous like the one we had today?” I asked slyly.

“I am planning on it,” he laughed. “Listen, how are you doing with the whole Travis thing?” he asked.

The thought of his concern sent a ripple of love for him through me. “I’ve decided that I can’t do anything about it until he is ready, and I’m going to do my best to push it out of my mind until then. And thank you for being so worried. You are adorable.”