“Stay with me tonight. I want to see you when I wake up in the morning. I want to hold you all night after making love to you,” I whisper, finding the ability to use my voice as I control my hunger for her.

“I want that,” Reagan breathes out, “but I really need to go slow. I’m not experienced, and there’s so much you don’t know about me, Drew.”

“You called me Drew.”

She smirks as I tuck back a strand of her hair behind her ear. I watch her eyes slowly flutter close. In this moment, I know I shouldn’t push her.

"In case you didn't know, I've been calling you by that for a few days now."

"I guess I never noticed until now," I tell her. "But, anyways, I don't care if you're experienced or not. That doesn't matter to me."

“I know. I just ask for you to please be patient with me.”

“Anything for you.” I grab her chin and make sure she sees how serious I am. “Do you realize how sexy and sweet you are?” When she doesn’t respond, I keep going, “As much as I enjoy sex, being with you is much sweeter. The things you do to me make me want it all with you.”

“I don’t want you to get tired of waiting.”

“Baby, listen carefully to me. You. Are. More. I’ll make you see that. We’ll go as slow as you need. All I ask is for you to always be honest with me. I never want to put you in an uncomfortable situation.”

I kiss her forehead and release her from my arms. My poor cock is straining against my shorts, and I hope she didn’t feel my erection on her body.

“Let my driver, Sander, take you home. I’ll see you on Monday morning.”

“Okay.” Her lips twist into a smile. “Sorry about that.” Her eyes look down.

I bring her in my arms again, knowing she can feel how hard I am, and press my lips to hers, feeling the vibration of her moan.

“Good night, beautiful.”

“Night,” she says with bated breath.

Reagan goes on the elevator and looks back one last time, giving me the sweetest smile, before she disappears. When I shut the door, I head upstairs to change and get ready for bed.

As soon as I get the text message that Sander has her in the car and is driving toward her apartment, I jump in the shower, lather my hands with body wash, and stroke my hard cock while I think about Reagan. My cock is so hard, it aches. Continuing to jerk off, I close my eyes and imagine her sexy, plump lips in the perfect O shape. I’m licking her juices, sucking on her clit, and her little sexy moans are music to my ears. She’s gripping the white bedsheets on my bed and spreads her legs wider for me, begging me to keep going.

“Fuck,” I moan aloud as I find my much-needed release.

As the water washes away the evidence of my fantasy for Reagan, I step out and grab my towel. Shit. This might be harder to keep my cool around her than I thought. She's asking me to be patient and that's what I need to do. If that means I'll be jacking off to images of her then that's what's going to happen until she's ready.

After putting on a pair of sweatpants, I grab my phone and see two messages from her.

Reagan: Home now.

Reagan: I miss you.

Me: I miss you, too, baby. I’m glad you’re home. What are you doing?

Reagan: Lying in bed. Thinking of you. Wishing I were there instead of alone.

Me: Baby, it’s fine. Don’t worry. Tonight was amazing.

Reagan: I think I’m still on cloud nine.

Me: I’m glad I can make you feel that way.

Reagan: Leaving was really hard. I wanted to be with you tonight. When you kissed me, I wanted you to take me to your bedroom and touch me.

I rise from my lying down position and sit. My eyes are hooded with desire, and my cock is getting hard.

Fuck.

Me: What are you wearing?

Reagan: A tank top and panties.

Me: What color?

Reagan: Pink top and black panties.

I close my eyes and picture her lying on her bed with her phone in her hands. Her top slides up a little, showing a sliver of her smooth skin. As I stare at her description of what she’s wearing, I’m hard as a rock, and I need more.

Reagan: When I felt how hard you were, it made me really horny.

I groan at her words and skim underneath my pants, taking my erection in my hand again.

Me: Are you touching yourself?

When I press send, the ellipses pop up and then disappear. Before I can tell her we don’t have to do this tonight, I see the ellipses again.

Reagan: I am. What would you do to me if you were here?

Me: I’d taste your lips again and slide my tongue down your body, slowly taking off those sexy black panties. Then, I’d make you spread your legs for my eager tongue.

I breathe out hard, picturing her fingers playing with herself and those moans I recall hearing.

Me: I bet you taste sweet. I’d suck on your clit and slide my finger inside your pussy, slowly pumping in and out.

Reagan: When I’m ready, I want you to show me how you like to be pleasured. I’ve only given head once, and I don’t think I’m good. Plus, you seem really big, and I don’t want to choke or mess up.

Me: Baby, don’t worry about all of that. With time. We don’t have to do this.

Reagan: I want to. Keep going. Please.

Me: After I made you come, I’d pull you to the edge of the bed, make you look at me, and unhurriedly slide inside you. I’d take it slow, enjoying your heat on my cock.

Reagan: OMG.

I take my cock in my hand again and read over the messages, soon finding another release. After I clean myself, I bring back the text messages between us.

Reagan: I came. OMG. It felt amazing. I only wish it were your fingers and mouth on me.

This girl’s going to kill me in the best way possible.

Me: Like I said, whatever you want, baby. No rush on my part. But it’s late. Go to sleep. I’ll see your beautiful face on Monday morning. Night.

Reagan: Night. Sweet dreams.

* * *

Sander, my new driver, opens the door for me, and I get out, holding out my hand for Reagan, and help her into the SUV. Even though I don’t see her right when I wake up, I still get to see her in the morning and have her by my side when we walk into work together.

“Do you have a busy day?”

She nods. “Yeah. Miranda has back-to-back meetings today.” She turns and looks at me. “You need an assistant.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it lately. You’ve gone through so many PAs, and you know you can’t do it all by yourself. And I can’t do it for you either.” She laughs.

Guilty. So, I’m also using her to help me a little. A lot. I tell myself she enjoys helping me with my schedule and making sure I’m on top of where I need to be.

“Baby, I’ll have Remy’s assistant call the temp agency, okay? Will that make you feel better?”

“Yes.” She leans up and kisses me.

The kiss is quick since we’re almost at work, and we don’t need the gossip mill to start this early in the morning.

Sander pulls the SUV along the curb and gets out to come around the car and let us out.

"Thank you, Sander. We'll see you this afternoon."

"Sir. Miss."

We walk into the building, side by side, and I listen to her talk about some more meetings she has going on today. Once we're in the elevator, she rests her head against my arm, and I lean over to press my lips on the top of her head. There’s no one else in the car except us.

When the elevator lets us off on our floor, I walk her to my mother’s office and give her hand a quick squeeze before going into my own office to get the day ready.

As soon as I'm in my office and turn on the computer, I send Remy’s assistant, Ashley, an email to have her contact the temp agency for me. Then I check over my calendar and groan because my schedule's a mess and I pray that the agency will send me someone who won't cry and quit.

The morning and early afternoon go by fast. By the time it’s fifteen minutes to one, I look at my phone and don’t see any messages from Reagan. I know she’s had a busy morning. Before I make it out of my office to grab her for lunch, she walks in and closes the door, holding a bag of food.

“I got us Thai. Hope that’s okay.”

“Anything with you is fine. Let’s eat on the floor.”

I help Reagan take out the white containers, and we sit down, enjoying the plentiful food she has for us.

“Why are you staring at me?” I grin.

“I’m just wondering about you.”

“Wondering what?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Tell me more about yourself.”

I swallow the food in my mouth and set down the container. “You already know about my family and a little of my past along with the company. There’s not much more to tell. I’m the only child to Miranda and Vincent. I graduated from Yale and started here as soon as I got my degree. My parents value hard work, so I was a PA for my father for six months before moving up the ranks to where I am now. I enjoy music—anything, except for hard rock—and I enjoy working out, spending time with Dawson, being with you, and having new adventures.”

I continue and tell her a little more about things I like and my hopes for the company. She listens with ease, and it’s easy to talk to her. Other women didn’t care about who I was, only what I could give them—gifts, dates, myself. Sitting here with Reagan, as casual as ever, surprises me because I like this. She doesn’t need the fancy things or meals. She’s content with eating on my office floor and listening to me talk about myself.

“Your turn,” I tell her.

“Well, you know I’m from Boston, and I, too, am an only child. My best friend, Aimee, is a corporate lawyer for a firm downtown. So, if you ever need legal advice, you should talk to her. I graduated from Boston University and took some time off after graduation. Some things happened, so I traveled. I needed a new perspective. And, now, I’m here, dating a sweet man and working for a great company.”

“I’m glad you’re happy about how things are with your life now. Sounds like you took one crazy journey to get here. If you don’t mind me asking, did you travel alone?”

She nods. “I did. I was a little lost after graduation and isolated myself. Then, Aimee and I reconnected and that's how I ended up in Chicago. She got an amazing opportunity with a prestigious law firm here, in the city, but she was going to be here alone. I honestly think I was in need of her just as much as she needed me.”

“What happened that made you isolated and lost?”

Her face pales as she sets down the container and places her hands together. I see the slight tremble and quickly get up and help her to the couch.

“It’s okay,” I whisper as I place my hands on hers. “We don’t have to talk about it. Whenever you’re ready, I’m here, okay?”

“Okay.”