It’s been over two weeks—and every single time Olivia passes by my office I want to pull her in, lock the door, and take her sweet body. Today she’s wearing a tight red skirt and white silk blouse with black stockings. I’ve spent ten minutes straight staring at the straining buttons at her chest. I’ve had to adjust myself several times and ask Branton to repeat what the fuck he was saying during our current meeting. Who the fuck cares? At the moment, I don’t. Why? Because the little minx hasn’t given me the time of day since she found out I’m partially her boss.

She’s rebuffed me at every opportunity. I can’t take it much more. I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone. She’s my fantasy come to life, and I’ll be damned if I let her just walk away from what we’d shared.

The meeting lets up and I stay still, my eyes watching her like a hawk awaiting its prey. Grabbing her notepad, she turns, her eyes barely giving me a glance. I refuse to stand for it any longer. I follow as she walks briskly toward the elevators. When I stand beside her, I can tell she’s tense as she continues to stare straight ahead.

“Olivia…” “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” “Don’t do this.”

“You don’t know what I’m going to say.”

“You don’t have to say it for me to know.” She moves away and heads toward the door for the stairwell. I trail behind her. “Jake, don’t follow me.”

I want to tell her what I’m doing here, but it’s not the time. It’s never the time. The stairwell is eerily empty and dark. I yank her arm and pull her against me roughly. I can hear her intake of breath and it shatters my resolve. “Stop denying me.”

“You’re my co-worker.”

“I’m your lover.”

“Lover?” Her lips turn into a grin as she stares up at me with those beautiful mahogany eyes.

“Yes, Olivia. At this point, you’re more than just a fuck. I’m consumed by you. I need you. My body craves you, sweetheart, and I want to bury myself inside you until you shatter.”

I hear a small moan escape her lips and I push her against the wall. The notepad she grips tumbles to the ground. My lips instantly take her mouth and her whimper shoots straight to my cock, making it harder. I push my pelvis against her so she knows how I’m eager and fervent for her body.

“You want to fuck me?” She reaches her hands between us and quickly unzips me. I spring free and her fingers clasp over me. The dripping of my pre-come is spread by her dainty fingers, and my lips clasp on the lobe of her ear. I bite at it and it sends a chill over her body. My hands cup her tits and I want to rip that blouse off her body. I move my hands down and hike up that tight little skirt that’s been driving me fucking wild. She’s only wearing those thigh-highs with clasps. Fuck.

“I’ll never get enough of you…”

“Why? Tell me why,” she whimpers as my mouth moves over her neck. I can smell her honey scent in my nostrils and it’s making me drunk with lust.

“Why?” I ask.

“Why don’t you get enough of me?” she asks breathlessly. I take out the condom that’s been burning a hole in my wallet waiting to be utilized…for her. My cock rubs against her wet folds and I push inside her warmth. It envelops my cock with perfection.

“Because you feel fucking incredible.” I thrust against her and she grunts. “Feel like…you make me…” I plunge into her again. “God, you make me able to…”

“Able to what?” She clasps her hand around my neck and bites my earlobe as my body speeds up, pushing in and out of her.

I look into her deep dark eyes and can’t take it. My chest aches and I’m dizzy from our scent, our bodies melding. “To…deal with myself.” I bury my head in her neck as I lose myself. I need to wait…but I can’t. I can’t take it. My groans are stifled by her skin. I burst and know that, from this moment, I’m lost. I’m so lost in this woman. I look into her eyes and see compassion in them. I quickly move away from her and tuck myself back in, running my hands through my hair to try to make myself presentable. I lost control. I never lose control. I watch as she lowers her skirt, shifts her body, and clears her throat.

“I’m sorry…” I say with remorse. “I never come before a woman.”

“It’s okay…” I stay silent as she fixes her hair. “I do, however, want an explanation on what you mean by what you said.”

“I don’t— I can’t…” I shake my head and look away from her. “I can’t talk about it.”

“I don’t know what’s going on, Jake, but I can’t trust you if you don’t trust me.” She crosses her arms and her perfect tits are perked up and I feel myself getting hard all over again. What the fuck’s wrong with me?

“I can’t talk about it.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

I shake my head and bend to grab her dropped item from the floor before we make our way back into the office. I need to clean myself and get my head cleared. This is too dangerous. She’s breaking me down. The lump in my throat is thick and I don’t want to deal.

“This is why I haven’t gotten close to you, Jake. You’re hiding something. When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here. But not for long.”

I open the door and she walks past me quickly. And I feel oddly more alone than I’ve ever felt in my life.