It’s Friday afternoon, and I’m knee deep in work when there’s a tap at my door.

I look up from my computer screen to see Morgan standing in my office doorway. She’s looking exceptionally, torturously gorgeous in a black pencil skirt with a deep red silk shirt tucked into it, showing off her tiny waist and her more-than-a-handful rack. To top off my torment, her lips are painted the same shade as her shirt, and she’s wearing black come-fuck-me heels on her feet. Her hair is pinned up, begging for me to free it and run my fingers through it while I fuck her senseless over my desk.

Jesus. I really need to get laid.

And I really need to stop thinking of her in a sexual way.

“Hey.” I smile. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Sorry to interrupt. Your mom said you have the file on Buxom. I was hoping to take it home this weekend, so I can become familiar with them.”

Buxom is one of our largest distributors.

We have stores across the country, but we also have in-store distributors in cities where we don’t have a physical store.

She chews on her lip, like she’s nervous for some reason, and it’s doing no good for my self-control.

No sex with coworkers. No sex with coworkers.

I clearly need to keep repeating that to myself when I’m around Morgan, as my dick doesn’t seem to be getting the message.

“Sure.” I get up from my chair and go to get the file off the shelf. I walk over to her and hand her the file.

“Thanks,” she says, holding it to her chest.

She’s still lingering in my doorway, so I lean back against my desk to face her.

“How’s your first week been?” I ask her.

“Really great.” She gives me a smile, flashing me those straight white teeth of hers.

“My mom’s not overloading you with information, is she? She’s awesome, but she has a tendency to forget that not everyone knows as much about this company as she does.”

“No, she’s been great. I like her a lot. And your dad, too.”

“Yeah, they’re both pretty awesome.”

“Must feel strange for you—them retiring. After working here with them for so long.”

“Yeah, it’ll be strange, but I’m looking forward to the challenge of running this company. With your help, of course,” I add.

“Of course.” Her lips quirk at the corner. She leans her shoulder against the doorframe. “Look, I heard something today, and I don’t know if it’s just office gossip, but I wanted to check. You were originally supposed to run the company yourself, and then your parents recruited me to work with you, as they felt you needed a female counterbalance, but they didn’t tell you until I was actually hired.”

Irritation flashes through me. I cross a leg over my other and fold my arms as I take a breath. “That’s pretty much it, yeah.”

Her shoulders sag a little. “Okay, well, I just wanted you to know that I didn’t know. I mean, your parents didn’t keep anything from me when they offered me the job. I knew I’d be working with you, but I wasn’t aware that you didn’t know.”

“You knew you’d be working with me, yet you still took the job?” I lilt my voice, so she knows I’m teasing, and honestly, I’m ready to move the conversation away from the subject. It’s still a sore one with me.

“Shocker, huh?” She widens her eyes. “But, honestly, the pay package and benefits were way too good to refuse.”

That makes me chuckle. “You were at Oscars before here. Managing Director of Marketing, right?”

Oscars is a female clothing company.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve done well for yourself since college.”

She shrugs, as if dismissing my words. “So have you.”

I don’t know if that’s a dig or not, so I choose to go with the latter, and I’m right to do so because she follows it with, “I heard that you went to Columbia after Northwestern. Then, you started here, in the bottom ranks, and worked your way up to where you are now.”

“Who told you that?”

“Your mom.” She smiles. “She also said that you probably had it harder than any employee here, as you felt you had to prove that you’d earned everything and you weren’t just given it.”

It’s my turn to give a shrug. “Sounds like my mom’s been bragging about me.”

“She’s proud of you.”

It’s nice to hear that. I know my parents are proud of me, but hearing it never grows old.

There’s a lull between us. But it’s not the awkward lull that we had last week when I went to her office. And, this time, we’re looking at each other. Neither looking away. And this silence is definitely filled with something…

“So, I should…” She thumbs over her shoulder, not finishing her sentence.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I really need to get on with this; otherwise, I’ll be here all night.” I round my desk and sit down in my chair.

“Thanks for this.” She lifts the folder away from her chest before clasping it back to her, and for a moment, I’m jealous of that folder, all squished up against her tits.

As she turns away, I feel the weird urge to keep her here even if for just one more moment.

“Did you manage to get a PA sorted?” I ask her.

She stops and turns back to me. “Yeah.” She smiles. “I interviewed three candidates yesterday, and there was one who was a standout—Sierra. I called her up earlier to offer her the position, and she accepted. Great thing is, she can start on Monday, as she’d been temping and her temp job finished last week.”

“That’s great, Morgan. I hope she’s as good a PA for you as Chrissy is for me.”

Seriously, there’s nothing more valuable than a great PA. Chrissy is like gold dust. Great PAs are hard to come by. If Chrissy ever decided to leave me, I wouldn’t be too proud to get on my knees and beg her to stay.

“Answer wisely, Morgan.” Chrissy’s voice carries through to my office from her desk outside.

Morgan chuckles and glances over her shoulder, out of my office and at Chrissy. “I don’t think it’s possible to find a better PA than you,” Morgan says to her.

Then, she looks back at me, bites the corner of her painted lip, and winks. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

And I’ve seen a lot of hot.

My cock hardens instantly, like an iron spike in my pants, and I thank the fucking Lord that I’m sitting down and that my desk is hiding my preteen dick.

“Thanks again for this.” Morgan taps the folder with her fingers. “Have a great weekend. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Yeah,” I mutter because I’m still in shock.

I just got hard, and I’m talking a full-on raging boner that’s still here from Morgan biting her lip and winking at me.

That hasn’t happened to me in…well, ever.

And I haven’t had a random, inappropriate hard-on since I was a teenager when they were par for the course.

Seriously, what the fuck is going on?

I’m not one of those guys who is all about the forbidden fruit and the chase. I’m not the kind of guy who wants something purely because he can’t have it.

I don’t have to go after the unobtainable because there’s more than enough of the obtainable out there for me.

In the past, there have been women who worked here, some seriously hot women, who I would have happily screwed, but it never bothered me that I couldn’t, and I definitely didn’t sprout random erections because of a lip bite and wink from them.

I just don’t understand what’s going on with me at the moment.

It’s stress. It has to be.

I’ve had a lot going on this past week.

Or maybe… after all these years, I have actually grown tired of all the easy pussy, and the fact that I can’t have Morgan is doing these crazy things to my cock. And she did used to hate me in college, so there’s the added challenge.

Yeah, that’s it.

It has to be. There’s no other explanation for it.

So, all I need to do is ignore this stupid forbidden-fruit infatuation that my cock has with Morgan until it passes. And, in the meantime, I’ll screw as much pussy as possible to keep my dick occupied on other things and not her.