One Last Time in Whitneys Office - Juliana Conners

One Last Time in Whitney’s Office Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved

Bonus story for “Just Pretend”

WHITNEY

For the third time this week, I find myself pulling into my designated parking spot in front of the Piñon Physical Therapy Center. Only this time, everything has changed. Looking down at the sparkling diamond on my ring finger, I can’t help but feel my heartbeat quicken. Pausing for a moment, my hands on the wheel and a

smile emerging on my face, I think of Harlow and that two-dimpled smile that changed my life. I can’t believe we’ve ended up here, from that time I watched Harlow be trotted up on stage by Dr. Davis, to the time I was his physical therapist, to his fake fianceé, and now this. His real fianceé. After several dates and secret rendezvous, many of them taking place in my office, on much of my furniture, our co-workers began to figure out that what we had was indeed a very real relationship. The thought of getting caught at the office ignited our passion even more than it already was. According to our co-workers, especially Lance, our sexual tension would radiate throughout whatever room we were in. It’s safe to say that our office furniture was all too familiar with our growing sexual appetites. However, once our sexual relationship turned to one of deep intimacy, I knew that there was no other man out there for me and that being with Harlow was worth whatever the cost. Ours has sure has been a long and strange journey, though. A light knock on my car window breaks me out of my reverie. When I look up at the cause of the interruption, my heart skips a beat. I immediately climb out of the car and fling myself into Harlow’s arms. He lifts me up, his knee now fully healed and functional, and places a sweet kiss on my lips. “What were you just thinking about?” He asks, putting mea back down on the ground, my favorite boyish grin lighting up everything around me.

“You,” I say, blushing. “Anything in particular?” Harlow asks, taking my hands in his. He places my hand on his hip and I lift his shirt up slightly, running my fingers along his smooth skin above his waistband. He pulls my body toward him, our hearts beating in sync. I run my fingers under his shirt, feeling the muscles in his back. He takes a sharp intake of breath. I touch my forehead to his, his head turning in an attempt to kiss me, but I turn away. I want him to kiss me, I do. I always want that. But the mere feeling of the near-kiss is enough to work both of us into a frenzy. “Maybe,” I say, answering his earlier question while slightly pulling away from him, to keep both of us focused on today’s goal. I place my hand on his cheek and he smiles warmly at me, his eyes mixed with love and lust. “Although we should get inside before this goes any further.” I reach across the driver's seat to grab my bag from the other side of the car. Harlow holds the door for me, shutting it as I slide back out. “Are you ready?” he asks as I lock the car. He holds his hand out to me and I take it. “With you, I’m ready for anything,” I answer, lacing my fingers in his. He places a kiss on the top of my head— I still love how tall and strong and broadshouldered he is— and the two of us walk into the Piñon Physical Therapy hand

in hand. Business is as usual when we walk into the center, a few coworkers waving and welcoming me. I check in with the front desk to see if I have any messages and turn around to find Harlow talking with Lance, who has come out to greet us. Of course he knew in advance that we’d be here. “Hey girl,” he says, winking at me. “Today’s your day to shine.” He’s right. Although I think of it more as my day to rip the band aid off. I see his sister Mae round the corner to stand beside him and my cheeks feel flush. This really is a big deal. A huge spectacle. Of course Mae wanted to be here to see it. She flashes me a thumbs up, and I smile at her. It’s now or never. “Hey, everyone,” I announce to the room, a little nervously. I clear my throat so it stops cracking so much. All of my other co-workers turn and look at me expectantly. “I have some things that I would like to share with you guys,” I continue. “You all know how much this places means to me and how much I have valued each and every one of your friendships over the past few years.” “We know it, girl!” Lance shouts out. I flash him a grin. As usual, I’m so glad I have him. Harlow comes over to me and puts an arm around me, encouraging me to continue. Of course, I’m glad I have him too.

“And that’s why I’m very excited to tell you that Harlow and I are getting married! Like, for real!” We’re immediately bombarded by my overly excited coworkers. They flounce around me, chattering quickly and overtop of each other, asking me about the date and if I have a dress yet and all sorts of questions to which I don’t even have answers. Lance and Me break through the crowd, as if everyone knows they have priority. “Let’s see this ring!” Lance says, reaching towards me. I put my hand out to show off the ring. My smile is almost as big as the diamond. I didn’t realize that showing it off would make me feel so proud and happy. I almost feel like I’m bragging, but I can’t help but share my joy. Mae grabs my hand and stares at the ring, her jaw falling open. “Oh, my God! It’s gorgeous!” Mae and Lance fawn over the ring with flowery compliments, causing more of my coworkers to join in on the celebration. Harlow watches with a huge smile on his face. It’s sweet that he’s simply content with seeing how happy I look. His body language signals that the smile on my face alone sends pleasant shivers down his spine. “Congrats, man,” Lance says, clasping Harlow on the back. He admires Harlow’s confidence stance and— knowing Lance— no doubt also admires the work we’ve put in to help him recover, although he was already

pretty much there when he came here as part of Dr. Davis’ sham. “On both fronts. Your bod was always hot but after the physical therapy, it’s looking fantastic. I’ve always known Whitney knew what she was doing, but she’s truly outdone herself.” “Thanks,” Harlow says with a smile and shakes hands with Lance. “That’s a true statement on many fronts.” Harlow says it with a smirk, causing Lance to laugh at the innuendo. Then his face looks more serious. “Whitney’s certainly given me new life and direction. She’s given me more than I could possibly imagine. And then some.” I catch Harlow’s eye over the crowd of excited women and give him a knowing look. He nods, and I take a deep breath, preparing myself to tell my friends what I really came to tell them. “I have one more thing I wanted to announce,” I say, with a sigh. “And this one’s a little bit harder for me to say.” A sudden hush falls over me as they wait for me to deliver the news. “What’s wrong? Harlow doesn’t need any further work, does he?” one of my co-workers asks, a worried expression on her face. The team doesn’t know the full extent of Harlow’s issues with Dr. Davis. For the good of morale and the reputation of the facility, we’ve agreed to keep it quiet.

“Oh no, it’s not that,” I say, quickly reassuring them. “Thankfully, Harlow has made a full recovery. And he’ll even be re-joining the SEALs.” Everyone looks visibly relieved. “So, what is it?” a different co-worker asks, looking back and forth between Harlow and myself for any indication of what’s about to happen. “I’m leaving,” I says, sadly. “You’re leaving?” Jenna, one of the newer team members, nearly shrieks, catching me off guard. She’s standing very close to me. I hadn’t realized how attached she’d already grown to me. But Harlow always says I have a way with people; of putting them at ease and making them want to be my friend. I guess he’s right. I put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. “Yes, I’m leaving,” I say again, with a bittersweet smile. “I’ve actually been accepted into medical school. I start in a few months.” The chatter of congratulations commences at the good news. “I’m going to miss you all so much. I’ve had the most amazing time here,” I say, as I’m enveloped in several hugs. “But it’s time for me to move on.” My coworkers nod their heads in agreement and slowly but surely break up the circle surrounding me and Harlow. I hang my head slightly, fighting back tears, and then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and sees Harlow smiling down at me. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, so that I’m the only one who can hear him.

“Yeah,” I say, and hug him. He pulls me close to his firm, hard body, making me want him, which a feeling that joins the other ones I’m having right now: bittersweet emotions of happiness mixed with sadness. “I knew it would be hard but I didn’t think it would be this hard,” I confess to him. “You’ve spent the beginning part of your career here, with these people. And now you’re changing direction and telling them goodbye. Of course, it was going to be hard. But they all clearly love you and want what’s best for you,” Harlow says and takes my hand. “I mean, how could they not?” He touches my cheek softly, and I lean my face into his touch. He has a way of warming my heart and… all other parts of me… at the same time. I really want him now. “Let’s go get your stuff,” he says and leads my back to my office, as if reading my mind. After several hours of packing, and many coworkers popping in to say one last goodbye—Lance and Mae dropped off to go sushi for us to eat while we packed and Lance said, “you know you’re never going to be able to leave us— we’ll stay in touch,” while Mae gave me a hug, Harlow and I are at last alone. I was beginning to think this moment would never come. I’ve been wanting him— dripping wet for him— since he gave me the strong yet kind pep talk I’d so

desperately needed. The office is nearly empty. Book shelves have been cleared off, pictures frames taken from the walls, and trinkets collected over the years have been cleared off the desk. I find myself staring at a framed group photo of my PT team taken during a group retreat. We’re all completely covered in mud and smiling brightly at the camera. “I guess I never asked you about that photo, after all this time,” Harlow says, noticing what I’m looking at. He puts down the stack of books he has in his hands and places them into a box nearby. He comes over and stands behind me, looking at the photo over my shoulder. “Why are you all covered in mud?” “At this retreat, we all did Tough Mudder together,” I say, smiling to myself at the memory. “We were so sweaty and dirty and sore afterwards, but it was worth it. That was one of the best times of my life. Or, of those times that happened before I met you, of course.” I laugh, and so does he, but it’s true. Everything in my life that had happened prior to meeting Harlow pales now in comparison to life with Harlow in it. I suppose that’s why I knew I should marry him. For real marry him. “Sweaty and dirty, huh?” Harlow says, taking the photo from my hand and placing it back on the nearly empty book shelf. He turns me around to face him, pushing our bodies close together. He backs me into the desk behind me and I feel a stiffness against my leg. My panties

are drenched by the feel of his hard cock up against me. “I could use a good workout. These muscles need stretching,” Harlow says, as he jogs around in place and gives me that wicked smile I love so much. “Oh yeah?” I ask with a sly smile. I pull him closer to me and kiss him deeply. His tongue immediately glides along my lips and slips into my mouth. The kiss grows more passionate and he lifts me up onto the now empty desk top, spreading my legs wide and wrapping them around his waist. “One last time?” Harlow asks in a sultry voice, lust vibrant in his eyes. “In your office?” “For old time’s sake?” I ask, a smirk emerging on my face. Harlow nods his head vigorously and runs his hands along my thighs. He spreads my legs wider and looks down. “I always love how your pussy looks, spread wide open for me like that.” I grab the front of his shirt, our mouths and bodies crushing against each other. Then I run my fingers along Harlow’s stomach, just below his belly button. His stomach tightens at my touch and I yank his shirt over his head. Admiring his smooth tanned skin, ripped body and tattoos, I kiss my way across his chest, nipping gently at his nipples. He lifts my chin up and kisses me, hard, his hands tangling in my long hair. I quickly unbuckle Harlow’s belt, pulling the leather roughly through the

loops, and throw it to the floor. I unzip his jeans and rub his pulsating cock through his boxer briefs. He moans under my touch and begins kissing my neck. I love it when I get to hear his low voice rumbling for me. When he surrenders his passionate feelings to my control. He runs his hands up my thighs and under my skirt, teasing my through my panties. His fingers push into my clit, and he grabs hold of it and says, “I know this is mine and that it was waiting for me all day.” “Yes,” I tell him, and wonder if my wetness is dripping through my panties so much that he can feel it. I move closer to him on instinct. He yanks my top off, ruffling my hair, and it hits the floor lightly. He steps out of his jeans quickly, kicking them aside even more quickly. “You are so beautiful,” Harlow breathes, continuing to tease me through my panties and kiss me full on the mouth, his tongue reaching deep. He brings his hands up my body and unclasps my bra, tossing it on top of our growing pile of clothes. He takes my breasts in his hands, sucking and elongating each nipple in turn. I moan loudly in pleasure. When some sense has returned to me, because Harlow always makes me feel out of my mind, I run my hands along his taught muscles, feeling every inch of him. I pull his briefs down and watch his cock spring free.

I grab him with my left hand and vigorously start rubbing his cock back and forth, increasing the pace with each stroke. He growls in his throat and kisses every inch of my face, from my chin to my eyes to the corners of my mouth, spreading my legs apart as he does so. I wonder if any stragglers might walk in and catch us in the act. The thought causes me to drip even more. Now I’m sure Harlow can feel the extreme wetness through my panties. He yanks my panties off, pausing for a moment to quickly sniff them before throwing them to the floor. My arousal heightens at the sight and he runs his hands down my back and lifts me up by my ass, scooting me closer to his throbbing cock. He pauses for a moment before entering me, teasing me, knowing I’ll beg him, and I do. “Please,” I whimper, sounding desperate for him and not even caring. “Please fuck me now.” I nod impatiently and then finally he slams himself into me, causing me to arch my back in response. I wrap my legs around his waist and he picks me up in his arms, taking me over to the couch on the other side of the small office. He skillfully maneuvers our bodies onto the couch, careful as to not slip from inside me, his big, pulsing cock still filling my pussy up to the brim, and then he lowers his body down on the couch. Now in my favorite position, on top, I

immediately take control— he allows loves when I do that. My hands grab at his stomach and his pecks, giving me a solid surface to hold onto as I begin to bounce up and down on his stiff cock. His hands reach my waist, encouraging my rhythm. Nearing climax, Harlow tickles my stomach, making me laugh and causing me to lose my rhythm. But I don’t even care because this is so much fun. “Hey, I was on a roll,” I tell him, in mock protest, breathing heavily. “I was almost there.” “Oh, you’re not getting there just yet,” Harlow teases and brings his hand behind my head, pulling me down to kiss him. He wraps my arms around me and flips me over so that I’m now on top. He kisses me deeply and lifts my leg in the air, resting them against his chest. He slowly and deliberately begins sliding his bulging cock in and out of my pussy, knowing full well his teasing me like this will push me over the edge. “Oh, come on baby!” I beg, grasping at my breasts. “Faster! Faster! You’re killing me!” I don’t even care now if people hear us— the excitement of getting caught is getting me even more heated up. Sweat breaks out over my chest and my breathing quickens with each passing stroke. “That’s the point, baby,” Harlow breathes but increases his rhythm at my behest.

At the increased rhythm, I feel herself losing control. I clench my body around Harlow’s cock and he slams into me harder and deeper. “I’m coming. I’m coming!” I manage to squeak out as a massive orgasm washes over me. I run my hands through my hair at the intense sensation. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me,” Harlow says with a smile and continues to pick up the pace. I watch the all too familiar face he puts on as he reaches climax and I know exactly what he means. By now we know each other’s bodies inside and out. We know everything about each other because we are going to be married. Not fake married but real married. “I’m going to come in your pussy,” he tells me. “That’s all right, right?” “Yes,” I tell him, since I’m on the Pill. We’ve been discussing perhaps having a baby, but decided to wait until after we’re “for real married,” as we jokingly refer to it. I bite my lip in anticipation and arch my head back as Harlow unloads inside me. Panting and sweaty and satisfied, he pulls out of me and hugs me tight to his body, our combined pleasure making us both giggle. Harlow strokes my back with his fingers, gliding along the bumps in my spine to the curve of my shoulders. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder, resting my back on the couch cushions.

“Whoever takes this office next might just need a new couch,” I say with a laugh. “This one hasn’t exactly been gently used.” Harlow laughs and looks around the room. “In that case, you could say the same about the desk, that chair, even the carpeting,” he says, his smile growing wider. “We’ve gotten pretty good use out of this office.” He pauses for a moment before continuing. “I can’t tell you how glad I am you said yes,” he says, running his hands over me and kissing me gently. “Yes, to office sex?” I ask with a laugh. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tightly. “There’s no way I would have passed that opportunity up.” “No, not to the office sex,” Harlow says, laughing along with me. “Although that was amazing, I meant I’m so glad you said yes to marrying me. I cannot wait to be your husband.” My heart swells at his words and I hug him to me, tucking my head under his chin. “And I can’t wait to be your wife. Nor can I wait to make good use of every piece of furniture in our new home.” “Well, there’s that too,” Harlow says with a smile. “I love you so much, Whitney.” “I love you too, Harlow. There’s no place I would rather be than here with

you, with my SEAL.” “Your real fiancé SEAL,” he says, and I nod, happier than I’ve ever been. We lie there, holding each other tightly, thinking of every step we’re about to take together; a journey of unending possibilities. THE END. Thank you for reading. Have you already read my book Just Pretend that this bonus story is from? If so, I’d love it if you could leave a review. If you’d like to be considered for my ARC team to receive free books please send me a screenshot or link of the review to [email protected]. Thank you! If you have already read Just Pretend please check out the other books about the Bradford Brothers: SEAL’s Virgin and First Comes Love. There are also some spin off books with the Bradford Brothers’ friends that feature these same characters: Larson and Hot Single Daddy. Check out all of my Amazon books at my author catalog page.

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