Authors: Kylie Knight
They went back to kissing as she undid his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his throbbing erection.
“Oh wow,” she said, taking the length of him in her hand.
“Good?” he asked, but she could see by the sly smile on his face he knew very well what a big man he was.
Tallah licked her fingers, transferring some spit to her fingertips and rubbed it over the head of him. He stepped closer as she guided him into her. The pressure of his head pressing deep until slipping inside caught her breath. When he was sure of his placement and began pumping away, she reached up with both hands and held onto his suit jacket.
The fine material under her fingers contrasted with the brutal, animalistic way he was taking her. Everything left on the desk rattled with every thrust. The door to the office was wide open. Anyone coming in could hear. She couldn’t help it. The feeling of him inside her, taking her, it was all too much to keep inside. As she moved her hips to meet each thrust, he was just as vocal as she. The thrill of what they were doing, how terrible it would be if they were caught heightened the sensation of everything. It was so wrong, but felt too good for her to care.
The pressure inside promised the build of her orgasm. Everything grew more intense. “Oh God,” she moaned, “don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
“Me too, I’m going to…” he said, his voice a strained groan.
“Not yet,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”
He grabbed her by her side, thrusting hard and deep inside of her. The power of each brought it closer just as much as the feeling of him nearly pulling out and reentering. This was a man that knew how to work himself. His body began to shake, his thrusts coming broken, hard, off-rhythm. She felt him swell inside of her. The thought of him exploding, feeling it happening, hearing him grunt with the power of his pleasure tipped the scales.
Her orgasm overcame her in a rush. She dug her fingers into his back, holding on with everything she had while her body shook with each pulse of ecstasy. Groaning loudly, she felt him release inside of her. He pressed deep inside of her, filling her with every inch of him rocked her to the core.
When he finished and they came down, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply. He put a hand on her face as he kissed her back, breathing heavily through his nose. She tipped her head up, touching the tip of her nose to his. “I better go get you your coffee.”
He grinned. “Please don’t throw it this time.”
What had he done? For the next two days, he had never experienced such panic. It had just come over him, like some creature taking over his body. The smell of her, the taste of her. When he felt her skin under his hands, he couldn’t stop. It had been the most powerful, exquisite experience of his life.
He’d never felt so strongly about someone. Which was a problem since he was currently engaged to marry someone that he should’ve felt that way with. The act had been done. From that point, there was no right decision. No matter what he did, he’d lose everything.
The real trouble was that he didn’t know who it would be worse to lose. The connection with Tallah was instant, and deep. He knew she realized it too the second he kissed her. What they had was unlike anything. But his fiancé Kelly had been there first. They’d been through a lot together of the last couple of years. He owed it to her to be loyal.
Over those two days, Justin did his best to not be alone with Tallah. Anything he needed he requested through email, or would be conveniently on a phone call if she came in to see him. It was maddening. He could see the desire in her eyes, and the way she smiled at him. It filled him, every corner of his soul. There was nothing more that he wanted in the world than for her to smile at him like that every day. But it just couldn’t be.
How could he tell her? Kelly hadn’t come into the office since Tallah started working, and always just called his cell phone directly. Had he been secretly keeping her from finding out as well?
Justin sank his head in his hands. “I am a despicable person.”
He needed to tell her. There was no right decision. Hearts were going to be broken, he’d lose everything, but damn it if that was how it was to be, he was going to go out with some honor. It wasn’t like he was a cheater! In all this life, this was the only time anything like this had even happened. If he came clean, was honest and up front about it, it might redeem him. Maybe not to Tallah, or to Kelly, but to himself.
It was the middle of the afternoon when he called her into his office. “May I speak with you a moment?”
He knew his schedule was clear, so they’d have a minute to talk. When she came in, she closed the door behind her and fixed him with a little smile.
“Wait,” he said, his hands held in front of him.
All joy fell from her face, and her mouth pinched into an annoyed quirk. He loved it. “What is going on with you?” she asked him. “I thought we had a nice time, but you’ve been avoiding me ever since.”
“I know.”
“You kissed me, remember? Are…” she crossed her arms. “Do you regret what happened?”
“It’s not like that,” he said. “It’s not totally that,” he corrected.
Why couldn’t he stop shaking? The thought of hurting her like he knew he was going to was keeping all of the words from forming. He’d lost track of what he was going to say, how he was going to say it.
“Tallah…” Even just saying her name gave him a thrill. “What happened was amazing, really, but I need to tell you—“
The office door opened. Both he and Tallah jumped. Kelly, his fiancé, walked through the door. Justin’s heart seized, and sank.
“Excuse me,” Tallah said, “you can’t come in here without an appointment.”
The breath caught in Justin’s throat and he coughed to try and make a sound over what she was saying.
Kelly, though, laughed. “Oh she is a feisty one. It’s okay darling, I don’t work for or with Mr. Gilmore, here.” She came right up to him and planted a kiss. “Hi sweetie. I’ve been calling you. Busy day?”
Justin looked past her head to see Tallah standing behind her, eyes wide, face looking ready to explode.
“Swamped,” he said, and in that moment, had never felt worse about himself.
Tallah stood in frozen shock. He had a woman? He never mentioned her. Why hadn’t she come by before, or called? The woman said she’d been calling all day, but Tallah never received any. Private line. Must have been. What was he thinking? Was she supposed to be some side-piece why this skinny bitch gets all of the status? Bullshit. Tallah didn’t share, and she sure didn’t play around with trampy scumbags like him.
“If that will be all,” she said.
The woman laughed and turned toward her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Sometimes I forget he’s someone around here. I just see him as my Justin.” She pinched his cheek playfully and laughed. “Were you in the middle of something?” she asked him. “I can come back, sweetie?”
“No no,” Tallah said sharply. “We’re done here. Stay as long as you like.”
“Oh, thank you,” the woman said with a smile. She was nice, too! Genuinely sweet. Tallah couldn’t hate her, but she could hate Justin.
She marched out of his office and sat at her desk. For a moment, she toyed with the idea of murdering him. The act would be simple enough, but what would she do with the body?
Instead, she sat at her computer and typed up her resignation. It had only been a couple of months, but there was no way she could come into this place again after today. Not after this.
She printed it up, and when his woman left with a smile and a wave, Tallah walked right in and slammed the office door closed behind her. There was going to be yelling, and it was nobody’s business but her own.
“Tallah, wait,” he said coming around the front of his desk again. Apparently he sat down thinking he was going to get some work done? Hell no.
“This is my official resignation. I am no longer under your employ.”
“Please, you have to believe me, this wasn’t how I wanted you to find out.”
“Oh I understand,” she said, convincing herself again that murdering him would be a bad idea. Somehow. Somehow it would be a bad idea, even though in that moment she couldn’t come up with a single reason why. “I wasn’t meant to find out.”
“No,” he said quickly, “that’s not it. I was going to tell you.”
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Just when she walked in!”
Tallah laughed. It was spiteful and entirely without joy.
“Please, would you just hear me out? I didn’t mean for any of this.”
“Don’t you worry,” she said, “I’m no longer your problem. Enjoy your life.”
She turned her back on him and strode across that damned carpet to the office door.
Strangely she wasn’t worried about her bills. Come what may, she’d take care of it. In that moment, what hurt the most was realizing how much she’d actually come to care for him without realizing it. In that moment they shared, it all fell into place. Now she realized it had all been a lie.
Her bills would be fine, but she wasn’t sure her heart would ever be again.
Justin sipped from his wine. Kelly sat across from him, going on about shopping with her friends. They were out to dinner at her favorite French restaurant. It was quiet, romantic. The gentle glow of the candles on the table set her hair under soft tones and lit up her eyes. Kelly was a beautiful woman, kind.
As Justin smiled at her, swirling the wine in his glass in a lazy motion, he wondered when he’d stopped being in love with her. It was a terrible thing, but everything happening had snapped him out of whatever rock he’d hidden himself under. Work, life, the demands on his time and attention. He’d never stopped and thought about himself, about his happiness, about how he felt about… well, anything. Tallah had been a fire. She woke him to his own life. Now that she was gone, so was the only joy he’d felt in… Justin did his best to mask the sigh as he realized that sentence ended in years.
How had everything gotten so out of hand? Things had been simple. Well, simple, but not what he needed. Not what he wanted. Tallah had been what he wanted, and now that was destroyed. She’d never have him, not after this.
So, instead, Justin sipped his wine as he thought about a life with Kelly.
Tallah sat in the reception area of a new office and tried to keep her leg from bouncing. She’d received a call from this company requesting she come in for an interview. After a few failed interviews she realized she’d have to give up on any sort of a corporate job and began looking for work doing what she had been. This, though, was with a very prestigious company and the work was just like what she’d been doing for Justin. She didn’t feel confident going in with only a couple months experience, but they had called her in, so she wasn’t about to say no.
During the interview, she expected some uncomfortable questions about why she left, but he never asked any. By the end, he just smiled at her and asked, “Can you start Monday?”
Tallah was so overjoyed that she laughed. “Yes, of course. I’d be happy to.”
They shook hands and as he closed her file and stacked some papers he asked, “Did you have any questions for me?”
“Well to be honest, I was surprised to receive your call. I don’t remember having put in an application.”
“Oh, no, you didn’t. You came highly recommended by Justin Gilmore. He’s a friend of mine.”
“Is that so.”
He gave her a little smile. Her tone had betrayed her, she knew he heard it, but he was smart or kind enough to let it go. “Yes. Spoke very highly of you. I guess it’s to our benefit that you left his employ, huh?”
“I’m sure he and his fiancé will get along just fine without me.”
“Oh,” he said, surprised, “you haven’t heard, have you. No, they broke up. He kept it quiet to avoid any news in the tabloids, but yeah.” He clicked his tongue against his cheek and drummed a quick rhythm with his fingers on his desk.
By the time she got home she found herself thinking about Justin. She didn’t want to, but damn him, he snuck into her thoughts like a snake. Why would he have recommended her for the job? A guilty conscience probably. The same for breaking up with that woman. Guilty conscience. Had to be.
She paced around her home unable to settle herself. If his guilty conscience was that bad, enough to help her find another job knowing she didn’t want to talk to him, and breaking up with his fiancé without telling Tallah about it, did that make him such a bad guy? What if it wasn’t just out of guilt?
Her heels clacked against the floor of her kitchen as she slowly paced. Finally her eyes fell on the card he’d sent her. She never brought herself to actually throw it away.
Picking up her phone she dialed the restaurant. When they answered she said, “Yes, I’d like to order some soup for delivery.”
Justin took a deep breath and knocked. After a few uncomfortably long moments, the door opened and Tallah stood there looking understandably surprised. “I got your soup,” he said.
She gave a small smile. “Did it help?”
“A little.”
She stepped back, opening the door wider as an unspoken invitation. He bowed his head and stepped in, his heart beating fiercely. His fingers were numb, and he found himself flexing them repeatedly to try and get the blood flowing.