I can’t believe I finally have her in front of me. SweetVixen.

Also known as Hannah Cole. A junior copywriter in my very own marketing department. At least I know she’s qualified for her job — that woman could sell water to a drowning man if she wanted to.

She looks as beautiful as she did the other night. Her chestnut hair is down around her shoulders, and she’s wearing another one of those sundresses, like the one she was wearing in the company meeting the other day. This one’s purple, with some kind of little navy birds printed on it.

I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized her. As soon as Lena told me the emails came from someone who worked in marketing, I realized why my SweetVixen looked so familiar that night at L’Amour. To think that she had been under my nose this whole time. All the time we wasted on email, when I could have been fucking her in my office all along.

Well, I’m more than ready to make up for lost time.

She still hasn’t said anything and is hovering near my office door as if she might bolt at any minute.

“Sit,” I tell her but she doesn’t move.

“How did you know it was me?” she finally asks. I notice the tremble in her voice right away.

“I had IT track your IP address. I had no idea they would actually be able to find you so easily. Lucky for me you used a work computer for at least one email.”

I can almost see the wheels turning behind her eyes, the moment she realizes she sealed her own fate.

“Are you going to fire me?” The tremble in her voice is worse now. She’s gripping the doorknob as if it’s the only thing holding her up.

“No!” I say adamantly. “God, no.” She loosens her grip on the handle and I’m taken aback. I feel bad that this is what she’s been worrying about.

“No, Hannah,” I say again, enjoying the feel of her name on my lips and the way her eyes blaze when I say it. “That’s not what this is about. I want to see you again.”

“No.” Her answer comes out fast, faster than I would like. I don’t like her being this decisive — at least when it’s about not seeing me again.

“Why not?” I demand.

“You’re my boss.”

“So what?”

“So I know you’re not stupid, Mr. Whittaker. It would never work.”

The sound of her calling me Mr. Whittaker does a number on me. I can already feel blood rushing to my cock and I’m glad I’m sitting behind this massive desk so that she can’t tell what kind of effect she has on me. I get the funny feeling that she has no fucking idea how sexy she is.

“Now Hannah,” I tell her instead. “You know I’m not talking about a relationship.”

“Then what?”

“Sit.” I snap the command at her and she finally listens, letting go of the door and taking slow tentative steps over towards my desk. She sits in the chair opposite me. Now that we’re eye to eye, I take a moment to finally admire how beautiful she is — her perfect pink lips, the dark lashes that surround her deep soulful eyes, those rosy little cheeks. I’ve always gone for icy blondes but Hannah is making me realize what I’ve been missing out on all this time.

Once she’s settled in the chair I turn back to my computer. I already have the messages cued up and I start reading out loud to her.

“All I could think about today was you. Your amazing body. Your perfect cock. The way it would feel to have you bend me over your desk, rip my panties aside, and push your huge cock all the way up inside me. No foreplay, no pretense. Just you, taking everything you want from me. I can already imagine how it would feel to have you inside me. The way you would stretch me. Fill me. Satisfy me. The way I would clench my pussy around your cock so that I was nice and tight for you.”

I glance up at her and her face is a shade of scarlet I’ve never seen on a person before. But there’s something else in her face too — something I know very well. It’s the look of naked lust. Lips parted, pupils dilated, her chest heaving. I can even see the way her nipples pucker the front of her dress.

She wants me as much as I want her.

“What do you say, Hannah? There’s a desk right here. Ready to act out your fantasies?”

Instead of answering, she jumps out of her chair. Bolts for the door.

She’s fast but I’m faster. I get to the door at the same time as she does and I pin her up against it before she can twist the knob.

I’m pressed up against her back and I know that she can feel my erection digging into her ass, that she now knows the effect her emails — her very presence — have on me.

I sweep aside her hair, exposing the back of her neck. I graze my lips along the smooth skin there and relish the way she quivers underneath me. I can feel her breathing — hell, I can hear her breathing, in short sharp pants.

I kiss her again and then run my tongue slowly down her neck, until I get to the edge of this silly little cardigan she’s wearing. I move my hands down onto her shoulders and start pushing the sweater aside to reveal her bare shoulders. Her sweet bare shoulders. I let my tongue glide there too, right up along the straps of her dress.

She still has her hand on the doorknob. She could leave any time she wants to. That door opens out into the hallway, so all she has to do is open it and she could slip out of my embrace.

I would let her go if she did that. I would respect her wishes.

But she doesn’t. And I know what she really wants, even if she won’t admit it to herself yet.

I turn her around so that she’s looking at me. Her pink lips are open and I can only think about devouring them, but I force myself to take a moment to study her face again. To memorize this moment.

I tilt her head and then I take her mouth with mine. It’s everything I imagined it would be — soft, hot, erotic. I force my tongue past her lips, exploring her mouth, sweeping along the side of her tongue.

When I feel her arms snake around my waist, I pull her closer. She presses her hot little body against me, burrowing into me. My cock strains inside my suit pants. All I can think about is that email I just read to her, the one she wrote me only a few short days ago. God, how I want to make those words a reality. Bend her over my desk and fuck her tight pussy until she’s screaming my name.

As if she can read my mind, Hannah suddenly breaks off the kiss and pulls away. She stares at me for a minute, as if she doesn’t quite understand what just happened. Then she reaches behind her, feels around until she finds the knob, and throws the door open.

She’s gone a second later and I’m alone in my office — hard, horny and frustrated once again.