I didn’t say anything when we were both back in our office. An hour later, I headed back to the copy room to make the copies I’d originally intended to make when I happened to come across him being cornered by Tiffany.
I grinned as I waited for my copies and was almost skipping my way back to our office. In some ways it had been good to witness without his knowledge how devoted and loyal he was to me. He’d never stray and cheat on me or do anything again to hurt me. These thoughts made my heart swell. I was almost to our door when I stopped and heard him growl, low and menacing.
“Get the f**k off me. Didn’t your little friend tell you? I don’t want you or your toxic pu**y any-fucking-where near me. Do not f**king touch me again, understand?” Nathan said, finally at his breaking point with one of them. I assumed it wasn’t Tiffany since he already gave her the brush-off.
There was a rustling followed by “asshole” before Jennifer stormed out, almost running into me in her anger. She threw me a nasty look before disappearing around the corner.
“What was that about?” I asked as I entered. Owen snickered behind me at his desk but then broke out into full laughter.
Nathan’s jaw was clenched tight, his eyes hard as he stared out the door toward Owen.
“She had the f**king audacity to grab my hand and place it under her f**king skirt! Saying she knew I wanted her, and I was just too afraid to make a move, but with the new policy, blah blah blah! Jesus—it was sick!”
My eyes were wide as I sat down, tossing the file down on my desk. They were really willing to do anything.
I couldn’t help the smirk that formed on my face. “Wow, they’re getting bolder. Something in the water?”
“No f**king clue, but I feel disgusting. I need to go run my hand under scalding hot water to try and burn a layer off. I could stand them when they were just around, but now they’re crossing a f**king line, and that shit ends now. No more Mister-fucking-nice guy.”
I couldn’t help the victorious smile that formed on my face.
Mine.
My smile didn’t fade even with him glaring at me. It was his own fault, after all, but I had a feeling, and was looking forward to, the punishment I would receive later. Maybe he wouldn’t even wait until five.
He pulled on his tie and raised his brow at me to indicate what was coming my way.
Oh, yes, it was going to be a good evening.
It became Nathan’s obsession to find out every tiny detail about Adam he could—his personal mission to make sure he went to jail for a long time. He didn’t want Adam to ever leave prison.
Nathan became very needy, always having to know where I was at all times. He risked our exposure daily, not caring that it could cost him seeing me every day if we got caught.
It wasn’t even five on a Tuesday afternoon and he had me on the edge of my desk with my skirt hiked up, thighs spread and pounding into me. I tried to be as quiet as I could with him whispering dirty things in my ear, making me want to moan out loud and scream his name when he hit that spot deep inside me over and over again. He shoved my panties in my mouth right as my orgasm hit me, muffling my screams.
We weren’t ready to part in the workplace. Not yet.
His need was great, and I didn’t need Darren in my head telling me to ask him what was wrong, because I knew. Nathan was still scared at the thought of what would have happened if he had been five minutes later or if he’d stopped for gas that day.
Feeling my skin to his was reassurance I was all right. Seeing me, hearing me, wasn’t enough. He needed to feel the heat of my desire, his name slipping from my lips, his eyes locked on mine and his teeth marking my skin. His lips swallowed my cries of pleasure only he could produce from me.
Over the next few days after the desk incident, he started to relax a little. However, office romps of some sort occurred much more often than before.
We spent that weekend knee deep in paperwork and state criminal laws. He was trying to see if the court case that separated me from my father’s custody could be used as evidence. The judge who oversaw my case also oversaw my domestic violence case against Adam. He was convicted of a class D felony and spent six months in jail. Nathan wanted to use it, as did Lawrence, the prosecutor assigned to the case. It showed it was not the first time Adam had attacked me, injuring me. We also had copies of the expired restraining orders.
I also learned my father was shunned in the community when the truth came out.
We tried to discover anything and everything we could find to use against Adam. Stories began to surface: old girlfriends he beat, workplace violence, anger management classes. He said it was my fault for the way his life turned out, but after all that I saw and heard in the past few weeks, I concluded he would have turned out that way regardless of those cases. The truth was there would have been someone else, some other person, probably a woman, he would’ve abused. Adam was just that f**ked up.
“Yes!” Nathan yelled out, scaring me half to death.
I turned to him, his eyes wide and a smile stretching from ear to ear.
“What did you find?”
“I was scared, really scared the worst he’d get was for the attempted rape, but he has a prior felony.” Yeah, me, but we knew that already. He shook his head, seeming to know what I was thinking. “Not just you. A woman named Marie Valda. He attacked her four years ago. She spent two days in the hospital. Two prior attacks along with this one makes him a habitual offender.”
My lips curled up, my smile matching his. Double. It would double the sentence.
Nathan grabbed another book from the pile next to his spot on the couch, still digging in, insatiable at finding all he could. I picked up the one beneath and began combing through it.
About an hour later, I looked over to him from my spot on the floor at the coffee table where I had various books and papers spread out. He looked delicious, lying on the couch in only his flannel lounge pants, one arm propped behind his head, some law book, resting on his chest. He was engrossed, and completely ignoring me.
I was bored; we’d been working so hard, but now I was craving attention. Affections had been taking the backseat to putting Adam away for life. I continued to watch him, his eyes flitting about the page. An idea sparked, and I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it at him. It left me smirking at him in just my little shorts. It landed on his legs and did not receive the response I was hoping for. He grunted in annoyance and kicked it off, his eyes never leaving the book.
I grinned as I waited for my copies and was almost skipping my way back to our office. In some ways it had been good to witness without his knowledge how devoted and loyal he was to me. He’d never stray and cheat on me or do anything again to hurt me. These thoughts made my heart swell. I was almost to our door when I stopped and heard him growl, low and menacing.
“Get the f**k off me. Didn’t your little friend tell you? I don’t want you or your toxic pu**y any-fucking-where near me. Do not f**king touch me again, understand?” Nathan said, finally at his breaking point with one of them. I assumed it wasn’t Tiffany since he already gave her the brush-off.
There was a rustling followed by “asshole” before Jennifer stormed out, almost running into me in her anger. She threw me a nasty look before disappearing around the corner.
“What was that about?” I asked as I entered. Owen snickered behind me at his desk but then broke out into full laughter.
Nathan’s jaw was clenched tight, his eyes hard as he stared out the door toward Owen.
“She had the f**king audacity to grab my hand and place it under her f**king skirt! Saying she knew I wanted her, and I was just too afraid to make a move, but with the new policy, blah blah blah! Jesus—it was sick!”
My eyes were wide as I sat down, tossing the file down on my desk. They were really willing to do anything.
I couldn’t help the smirk that formed on my face. “Wow, they’re getting bolder. Something in the water?”
“No f**king clue, but I feel disgusting. I need to go run my hand under scalding hot water to try and burn a layer off. I could stand them when they were just around, but now they’re crossing a f**king line, and that shit ends now. No more Mister-fucking-nice guy.”
I couldn’t help the victorious smile that formed on my face.
Mine.
My smile didn’t fade even with him glaring at me. It was his own fault, after all, but I had a feeling, and was looking forward to, the punishment I would receive later. Maybe he wouldn’t even wait until five.
He pulled on his tie and raised his brow at me to indicate what was coming my way.
Oh, yes, it was going to be a good evening.
It became Nathan’s obsession to find out every tiny detail about Adam he could—his personal mission to make sure he went to jail for a long time. He didn’t want Adam to ever leave prison.
Nathan became very needy, always having to know where I was at all times. He risked our exposure daily, not caring that it could cost him seeing me every day if we got caught.
It wasn’t even five on a Tuesday afternoon and he had me on the edge of my desk with my skirt hiked up, thighs spread and pounding into me. I tried to be as quiet as I could with him whispering dirty things in my ear, making me want to moan out loud and scream his name when he hit that spot deep inside me over and over again. He shoved my panties in my mouth right as my orgasm hit me, muffling my screams.
We weren’t ready to part in the workplace. Not yet.
His need was great, and I didn’t need Darren in my head telling me to ask him what was wrong, because I knew. Nathan was still scared at the thought of what would have happened if he had been five minutes later or if he’d stopped for gas that day.
Feeling my skin to his was reassurance I was all right. Seeing me, hearing me, wasn’t enough. He needed to feel the heat of my desire, his name slipping from my lips, his eyes locked on mine and his teeth marking my skin. His lips swallowed my cries of pleasure only he could produce from me.
Over the next few days after the desk incident, he started to relax a little. However, office romps of some sort occurred much more often than before.
We spent that weekend knee deep in paperwork and state criminal laws. He was trying to see if the court case that separated me from my father’s custody could be used as evidence. The judge who oversaw my case also oversaw my domestic violence case against Adam. He was convicted of a class D felony and spent six months in jail. Nathan wanted to use it, as did Lawrence, the prosecutor assigned to the case. It showed it was not the first time Adam had attacked me, injuring me. We also had copies of the expired restraining orders.
I also learned my father was shunned in the community when the truth came out.
We tried to discover anything and everything we could find to use against Adam. Stories began to surface: old girlfriends he beat, workplace violence, anger management classes. He said it was my fault for the way his life turned out, but after all that I saw and heard in the past few weeks, I concluded he would have turned out that way regardless of those cases. The truth was there would have been someone else, some other person, probably a woman, he would’ve abused. Adam was just that f**ked up.
“Yes!” Nathan yelled out, scaring me half to death.
I turned to him, his eyes wide and a smile stretching from ear to ear.
“What did you find?”
“I was scared, really scared the worst he’d get was for the attempted rape, but he has a prior felony.” Yeah, me, but we knew that already. He shook his head, seeming to know what I was thinking. “Not just you. A woman named Marie Valda. He attacked her four years ago. She spent two days in the hospital. Two prior attacks along with this one makes him a habitual offender.”
My lips curled up, my smile matching his. Double. It would double the sentence.
Nathan grabbed another book from the pile next to his spot on the couch, still digging in, insatiable at finding all he could. I picked up the one beneath and began combing through it.
About an hour later, I looked over to him from my spot on the floor at the coffee table where I had various books and papers spread out. He looked delicious, lying on the couch in only his flannel lounge pants, one arm propped behind his head, some law book, resting on his chest. He was engrossed, and completely ignoring me.
I was bored; we’d been working so hard, but now I was craving attention. Affections had been taking the backseat to putting Adam away for life. I continued to watch him, his eyes flitting about the page. An idea sparked, and I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it at him. It left me smirking at him in just my little shorts. It landed on his legs and did not receive the response I was hoping for. He grunted in annoyance and kicked it off, his eyes never leaving the book.
