Chapter 216

Justin’s POV

Helen took one open-mouthed look at my magnificent erection and burst into giggles. “Oh! It’s that kind of game.” Then she blushed. “All right. I guess that will take my mind off of things.”

I saw her panties drop to the floor from underneath her skirt. Fluffing the fabric out, she straddled my lap so that my cock sat folded in between the soft lips down below. She kissed me deeply.

“I like this game. Now, boss, what should I do for you?”

“Well,” I chuckled, nibbling her ear, “there’s nothing a boss like so much as being made to feel that he’s powerful. What can you do to me to make me feel like a man?”

“How about this?” she whispered in my ear.

With that, she started to rub her hips back and forth across my legs. My member jumped excitedly, ready whenever she was to just slip inside and begin the real thrusting.

I lifted Helen’s blouse and pulled the cup of her bra to the side, taking her in my mouth. I suckled at her nipple, running my tongue around and across the firm button. She gave a little purr and worked her hips faster, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling her body tighter against me.

I continued to work at her breast and then pulled the bra side on the other side. I didn’t want that nipple to feel left out. So, I applied my attention to that one.

Helen started to whimper like she was getting close. I lifted her hips up and thrust myself inside. At the force of my entry, she moaned into my lips, bringing her mouth to mine and kissing me. Her tongue searched mine out as we ground our hips together, rocking and licking in time with one another.

So desperate that I should be all the way inside, we could barely lift apart for lengthy thrusts. Instead, we just used the friction of grinding back and forth and swinging slightly from side to side. This way, instead of rubbing inside to out, I rubbed around the inside of her tunnel.

Her wetness leaked out and onto my lap, but I didn’t care. We’d worry about cleaning this up later. She whimpered again, nipping at my lower lip, and I thrust faster. She was getting so close, her breathing huffing from her lips faster and faster.

Someone knocked on the door. “Justin? It’s Julianne. I’m looking for Helen.”

I covered Helen’s mouth with mine in a deep kiss, trying to swallow her noises. Knowing that somebody was on the other side of the door almost seemed naughtier than all of those times when we’d done it in front of somebody.

Those times we’d been like rabbits and didn’t care. But Julianne had never been a part of that. I was trying to keep her out of that dirty part of our past, and it was exciting. So much so that with a groan, I thrust myself up inside, releasing myself at the same time Helen shuddered against me. I kept our lips locked together, desperately trying to cover the sounds of our indiscretion.

“Justin? Is everything all right?” Julianne asked through the wood, knocking again. “You sound sick. Can I get you someone or something to help?”

I broke away from Helen’s kiss, panting. “No. I’m good,” I said. And hell, yeah, I was. The excitement of nearly being found out had led to an awesome orgasm.

“I haven’t seen Helen,” I called to the door.

“One of the guards outside said he saw her come in and hadn’t seen her Ieave,” Julianne called back.

“Damn it,” I thought. “So much for that excuse.”

Out loud, I said, “He must have been not paying attention. Helen left a little while ago. But if I see her, I’ll have her give you a call.”

“Okay. Thanks. If you really aren’t feeling well, then I hope you get better,” she called before leaving.

I silently counted to thirty in my head and then started laughing. Helen matched my chuckles with her own lighthearted giggles, which just made me laugh harder.

“Somehow, almost getting caught by Julianne just felt exciting,” she said.

“I know what you mean. I was thinking the same thing.”

She climbed off of my lap and fished her underwear off the floor, slipping them up underneath her skirt.

“You aren’t going to try and keep all my cum in?” I asked. “It’s going to make a mess if you just put your underwear back on right away. You can use the bathroom attached to my office.”

She blushed. “I’ll just change my underwear when I get home. And no, I’m not too worried about keeping the cum.”

“I thought you wanted to get pregnant,” I said.

“Well, sometimes we can have sex just because,” she murmured back. Blushing even deeper, she added, “But I’m not particularly worried about it because one of the reasons I came by your office this morning was I needed to go out to buy a pregnancy test.”

She fished around in her purse and held up a slim box. “I haven’t had a chance to take it, but I’m pretty sure.”

I leaped from my chair in such a hurry that I almost tripped over my pants since I still had them unbuttoned. I yanked them back up and stuffed Helen into the bathroom.

“Go! Go take it now,” I yelped. “I need to know, and so do you.”

“Okay. But don’t watch,” she said, shutting the door in my face. “This part is embarrassing,” she called through the closed door.

I paced around the office impatiently, waiting for her to be done. When she came out, I jumped at her.

“Well?” I cried. “What did it say?”

“I don’t know yet. It’s sitting on the counter in there. You have to let it sit for a few minutes before you can go check it. Right now, it doesn’t say anything one way or the other.”

She held up her phone with a timer counting down on it.

“This is going to be the longest few minutes that I’ve ever spent,” I said. “You know what? I was saving this as a surprise, but I’m going to use it as a distraction instead.”

I opened up my laptop. “I want to renew our vows, and I want to go on a proper honeymoon. I was trying to think of places to go. I meant to surprise you when you got sad because you weren’t getting pregnant. But I guess I don’t need to save it for that anymore. And if you are pregnant, then I guess we’d better get on renewing our vows and going on vacation before we have other things to worry about.”

Helen leaned over, looking at what was on my screen. “I like the overwater bungalow,” she said. “That looks so beautiful with the turquoise water and all of the tropical fish. Can you imagine sleeping under the stars with the sound of the lapping water?”

“Yeah. I imagined that. And I had this horrible vision of you and me making love on the glass where only the fish could see and a shark mistaking my dangling bits for bait.”

She burst out laughing. “I don’t think that would happen. And if you’re really worried about a shark getting hungry while watching, then we just won’t have sex on the glass floor. I’m sure the hotel room comes with a proper bed.”

I chuckled. “Yes, it probably does. We can go there if that’s really what you want. I just want us to be happy for a change.”