– Whitney
I’m in my office with the door locked, armed with evidence. Thanks to Lance, I have access to many of Dr. Davis’ files, and I’ve been reviewing them for two days now. I definitely see a pattern that makes Dr. Davis looks shady as fuck.
But worse, it paints a pretty bleak picture for Harlow. It’s not that he knew Dr. Davis was doing anything wrong, but, quite the opposite, he got caught up as a victim in Dr. Davis’ scheme.
I was all set to turn Dr. Davis in at Piñon, and maybe somehow to the military itself, and I still want to. I know I’ll lose my internship, but I don’t care.
Too late (as far as he and I are concerned, anyway), I’ve realized that Harlow was right when he said I always play it safe and never take any risks. This time, I want to live on the edge and expose a selfish man to the world, and consequences to my professional life be damned, especially since I’ve decided to pursue what I really want to do anyway.
But now I just worry about any consequences this could have on Harlow. I know he and I are over for good, and it’s not about wanting to save a hopeless relationship.
Sure, I still wish we could be together but I also know that’s just not going to happen. The reason I hesitate to do anything now is that I don’t want to jeopardize Harlow’s career, or otherwise interfere in his life.
I slump back into my office chair, feeling defeated. I can’t believe I have damaging information on Dr. Davis that I’m not sure I want to use.
There’s suddenly a loud knocking— which sounds more like pounding— on my door.
“Just a minute,” I say, logging off my password-protected computer.
I’m hoping it’s Lance, instead of Dr. Davis or anyone else who has come to yell at me.
“Yes?”
I open the door, and I’m shocked to see Harlow behind it.
“Whitney.”
He comes into my office and closes and locks the door, so quickly that I think I might be dreaming everything.
“Harlow?”
I can’t think of a single other thing to say, except for his name.
“I’m sorry.”
He kisses me, and without thinking twice I kiss him back.
He pushes me up against my office door, his kisses urgent and strong.
“I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?” I ask him, when I can finally catch my breath.
“I just… woke up. I was so stupid. I understand if you’re disgusted with me. Done with me. But I needed to come tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“That I love you.”
He picks me up and kisses me while I wrap my legs around him.
Okay, now I’m convinced this really is a dream.
He carries me over to my desk and lays me on top of it.
“Wait,” I say, pushing his chest.
I want him inside me so bad, but I’m mad at him.
“Oh, my God,” he says, caressing me in his arms and kissing my head before continuing. “I’m sorry. I forgot that was the part I meant to say first. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you enough. Didn’t believe you. I was so stupid.”
“You hurt me,” I tell him, opening up to him in a way I’ve never done with anyone. I can tell he’s sincere in his apology but I need him to know the damage he’s caused, so he’ll never do it again. “You wouldn’t answer my calls. You ignored me. You chose…”
“I chose a conman over you,” he says, squeezing me tighter. “I’m so sorry, Whitney. So very sorry.”
A tear forms in his eye, and drops down onto the desk.
“Oh, my God, Harlow,” I say, hugging him back.
He is definitely sorry.
I wipe the tear out of his eye while he shrugs it off.
“I’m fine,” he says. “Not crying. Not getting too worked up. I just feel really bad, is all. I feel like a piece of shit for what I did to you.”
“I understand,” I tell him, kissing his eyes to get any other tears out. “And I forgive you. I was conned by him too for a while. Everyone was. And it only made sense that would you trust him, since he helped you so much…”
“Ugh,” he says, biting my earlobe a little bit, in frustration. I love it. I love when he does anything to me at all. “I can’t believe I let him sucker me in.”
I can tell he feels embarrassed, and since I’m turned on now, I lick his neck.
“I see what you’re up to now,” he says, kissing me deeply and passionately. “You’re feeling frisky. You want another orgasm.”
“Maybe,” I say, looking around, knowing that anyone could walk in on us at any second.
“Scared this will get you in trouble?” he laughs, as he removes my uniform pants, and then my panties.
“Kind of,” I confess. “But that’s what makes it fun, right?”
“Living on the edge,” he says.
“I’m not afraid of risk anymore.”
With his free hand he rubs my clit, and I can feel that I’m already dripping wet, all over him.
“It doesn’t sound like things have been going that well for you here though,” he says, suddenly concerned about my well-being at work, which is sweet, considering that I can feel how hard he is for me, how ready to go. “I don’t want to get us into trouble.”
“I think it may be a bit too late to worry about that,” I say, although I don’t bother explaining why.
I figure we’ll have plenty of time for that later.
I want him so bad, and I’m so glad he’s here, that I might let him take me on my desk even if I wasn’t already in trouble at work.
He takes off his own pants and underwear so that I can see his completely toned physique. His body that I’ve been missing so much. He puts on a condom and then he wastes no time as he begins to enter me.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I tell him.
“I’ve missed you too,” he says, as he slides his cock into my willing pussy. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
“I want that too.”
A wave of excitement rushes over me, at how forbidden everything is. We’re having sex in my office and apparently he doesn’t even care if anyone walks in. He seems to have dropped the bad boy demeanor completely, and now he’s like a ball of putty in my arms.
He really is sorry. He really did miss me.
“Oh, my God, Harlow,” I moan. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I hadn’t forgotten how big his cock is and how good it feels inside me— it’s all I’ve been thinking about since the last time we made love. But I can’t believe he’s really here, in my office, making love to me. And he had even said he loves me.
“I’ve missed this so much,” he says, as he pushes himself in and out of me. “Your tight little pussy is so perfect and sweet. I want it to be mine.”
“It is yours,” I say, as I feel it tighten even further around his large dick. “And you’re making me come.”
“Come on my cock, Whitney,” he says, pumping harder and faster. “I want to feel you come on me. I love how your pussy feels right now.”
I come all over him, as I lie back on my desk with my legs spread wide while he has his way with me. He grips my hips and pulls me further into him, and then reaches underneath me as he pushes further and deeper.
He plays with my clit while he fucks my pussy hole, making me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I come again and again, forgetting what it feels like to not orgasm. It’s as if it’s become my natural state.
“Your cock feels so good in my pussy,” I tell him, when I finally come down off of one of the many highs his constant orgasms have been giving me.
“It belongs there. It’s your cock.”
Now he’s playing with my nipples, sucking on them, squeezing them between his fingers as he fucks me. It’s enough to send me to the edge all over again.
I feel myself reaching climax again as he reaches underneath me and squeezes my ass. Pulling me up and into him, his cock begins to pulse.
“I’m about to come too,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, breathing hard as I feel that I myself am close to coming again.
“Come with me,” he says, as his cock throbs in my pussy.
“I am. Harlow. I’m coming.”
I do my best to keep my voice down as I come at the same time I feel him pulsing as he comes. It feels so good to be completely full of his cock. He lifts me up and I hold onto his shoulders while he finishes coming.
He nibbles my neck and hugs me tight before lowering me back down, so that I’m sitting on the desk looking up at him.
“I love you too,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes. “I really do.”
“I’m glad,” he says. “I thought I might be too late.”
“You’re not.” I grab a hold of his hands, taking them in mine. “I love you. And that’s why there’s something about Dr. Davis that you’re really not going to like, but that I really have to tell you.”