There she is. Emily Mason. The only girl I have ever loved.

Loved.

For some reason— it must have been my talk with Jensen— I’m able to admit to myself now. I loved her. And I blew it. But I’m hoping she’ll forgive me. There must be some chance, if she’s here in my office, looking nervous and shy, but also almost giddy with happiness.

“I’m so glad you decided to work here,” I tell her, as soon as she walks in.

“I’m very grateful for the opportunity.”

She nods at me demurely, and I can’t help it. I want to rip her clothes off, claim her as my own like I was never able to do before.

I get out of my chair and walk over to her. Before either of us know what we’re doing, we’re hugging.

“Wade,” she says, burying her head in my chest. It’s been far too long since it was last there. “I need to apologize. I had no idea your company had impacted so many lives. I really want to know all about it.”

“No, I need to apologize,” I tell her. “And there are a lot of things I want to tell you. But first…”

I bend down and kiss her, and her tongue meets mine eagerly.

I forgot how good it felt to wrap my tongue around hers, to explore her sweet mouth. I grab a hold of her ass and pull her closer to me, pressing her body up against mine, where my package is now bulging underneath my pants.

“Oh, my God, Wade,” she says, nearly breathless. “This feels amazing.”

“It sure does.”

I lift up her skirt and slip my finger under her panties. She’s dripping wet with desire for me. I knew she had to have been wanting me just as much as I’ve been wanting her. But feeling it for myself turns me on even more.

I move her towards my office door and lock it. Then I move her in the other direction, towards a couch that I have in my office. There are so many things I want to do with her. But first, I want to make her feel better than she’s ever felt in her life— even better than she’s felt with me in the past.

I sit her down on the couch and kneel in front of her. I slide her panties over to the side and spread her legs wide. I can see her perfect pussy on display for me. As I begin touching her clit, she gasps, her wetness dripping out all over my fingers.

I spread her pussy wide while I look at and touch every fold and crease. I remember it so well but it seems even more beautiful now than it used to.

I rub it while she moans, and then softly, under her breath, she says, “Wade, I’m going to come.”

It’s that same tone she used to use with me back in high school.

I rub more vigorously while telling her, “I’ve missed your little pussy so much. Come for me, Emily.”

Then she says, “Oh, my God, Wade, this feels so good,” and her juices are gushing out all over my hand.

I kiss her while she finishes coming and she says, “I’ve been thinking about this ever since the last time we were together.”

“Me too,” I tell her. “All the time.”

I place her finger on her pussy.

“Show me what you do while you think of me,” I instruct her.

Obediently, she pushes a finger inside herself and rubs her clit at the same time. I love to watch her pussy twinge and pulse as she pleasures herself.

“Tell me what you’ve been wanting me to do all this time,” I say.

“I’ve been wanting you to fuck me,” she says. “I want your big cock in my pussy.”

“I never got to fuck you,” I tell her, as I watch her play with herself.

I’m almost afraid to ask the next question, but I do anyway.

“Has anyone else gotten to fuck you?”

“No.”

She shakes her head, moaning slightly, close to coming again, and my cock rises even more to attention.

“You’re still a virgin?” I ask, as she slows down and looks at me earnestly.

“Yes.”

I don’t want her to ask me the same question, so I quickly change the subject.

“Keep playing with yourself,” I tell her. “Until you come.”

She nods and rubs herself faster, harder. I see only pure desire and release in her eyes. Then she looks deep into my own and says, “I’m going to come again, Wade.”

“Come again,” I tell her, kissing her while she plays with herself and gives into the feeling I know is washing over her. “Come like you do when you think of me alone.”

I look back down to see her juices everywhere as she comes. I take her finger out of her mouth and suck on it, one of my hands returning to her curvy, full ass, and the other on her thigh to push her legs open wider.

I could take her right here, like this, but I don’t. She deserves something more special for her first time. But I do start pushing at her clit with my tongue, then her up and down until she’s moaning and squirming.

“Oh, my God, Wade,” she says, pushing her hips forward so that I can move my tongue deep inside her pussy.

I suck on her clit while she grinds against my face, grabbing my hair and moving my head back and forth.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she says repeatedly, as I lightly gnaw on her clit and then suck on it harder again.

I can taste her sweet juices that I remember so well. She wraps her legs around my head and collapses on the couch.

“I feel so amazing,” she says, in a voice low and weak as if she’s barely able to get the words out.

I smile down at her.

“Good.”

And then there’s a knock at the door.

“I’m busy,” I say, annoyed, as Emily jumps and then hurries to straighten herself up.

But the knocking persists.

I am going to fire whichever one of my subordinates is bothering me right now. They know I’m often busy during the day and don’t like to be disturbed when my door is closed.

She stands up and whispers, “It’s all right.”

She’s returned to her former professional looking state, a major feat considering that I’d just left her wet and whimpering on my couch.

But it’s not all right, and I’m about to let whoever is on the other side of the door know that.

When I open it, however, I look just as shocked as Emily must be.

It’s my daughter, looking up at me in glee.

“Daddy? I came to surprise you at work!”

“Charity. Hi, Darling!”

My happiness at seeing my daughter is mixed with fear at how Emily will react. There are obviously a lot of things I haven’t gotten to tell her yet. Didn’t know how to tell her.

My next thought is to wonder where Rebecca— Charity’s mom— is. I’m sure Emily will misinterpret the situation when she sees her here. And who could blame her?

“Emily, I…” I start to say, but she pushes past me and out the door.

“I won’t hold you up,” she says, as she heads down the hallway.

Charity’s mom is out there. But if Emily notices, she doesn’t let on.

“I can see you have important things to tend to,” Emily says.

And with that, she’s out of my life again, perhaps for good this time.