It was early morning when I got out of my apartment and started my usual morning run. That was my routine these days—I would wake up at six am, go for a run, shower, eat breakfast, go to the office, and start the usual working madness.

Unlike previous days, today I was so fucking distracted I was lucky I didn’t get run over. I ran, but I didn’t pay any attention to my surroundings as I thought about Madison and what we did last night in the office.

Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to happen. When I called her into my office, I didn’t even plan to drink with her. I just wanted to share the good news and maybe give her some praise for her good work, but shit, that woman was truly something else. Not only she managed to make me drink with her, but I also lost my shit and went down on her. And fuck me if I didn’t love every single second of it.

From the moment I sat next to her I felt that tension between us. I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, but I could’ve just ignored it and let it go.

Fuck, Grant. Don’t lie to yourself. There was no way for you to ignore it. That woman makes your control non-existent.

She admitted she felt something for me and that was all I needed to let go of any doubt or care. I just wanted to feel her hot pussy, covered with those plain panties...

Hell, who would have thought I would get turned on by that simple, white underwear? I was all for sexy, lacy pieces—thongs were my favorite—but when it came to Madison, that didn’t matter at all.

My cock twitched, becoming harder, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she came right onto my face. I increased my tempo, wiping off the sweat from my face.

She was so hot, and I could drink her delicious juices all damn day. If only we weren’t interrupted, I would have fucked her right there, in my office. I was so turned on that I had to jerk off afterward, imagining her slick, tasty pussy on my thick cock. I would’ve banged her from behind, spanking that perfect ass as she screamed in pleasure...

Stop, Grant.

Even though it felt so right, being with Madison was wrong. These office romances were dangerous. It could end pretty ugly, and I loved my company too much to risk it. Not only any potential scandal would smear our image, but we could also lose Madison, and she was already proving to be a valuable asset.

She was capable, and she did a great job so far. I couldn’t afford to start anything with her when we were in the middle of this huge project.

I knew all of this, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about her, and this was becoming a problem. I couldn’t fire her because she was great at her job.

Maybe I could give her to Oliver or Colten?

Something unpleasant stirred in me when I thought about letting Madison work with any of my partners. I stopped for a moment, placing my hands on my knees, and tried to catch my breath as I realized I was jealous.

Fuck. I was already attracted that much to her that I didn’t want her to be next to anyone else.

Now, that was a problem. Usually, I didn’t mind sharing—not that it happened often. Since most of my little encounters were some mindless fucks, I couldn’t care less if they hooked up with Oliver and Colten or not, but somehow Madison was different. Imagining Madison with any of the guys made my blood boil, and I became unusually possessive.

“Shit, Grant. Of all women you had to pick her?”

This was not what I needed at the moment. I couldn’t fuck up this project.

I straightened up, glancing at my sports watch. Shit. I was running late. I didn’t have time to go home and get ready for work. Picking up my pace, I decided to shower at the office and use the spare clothes I kept in my bathroom.

The park I was running in every morning was near my office, so it took me only fifteen minutes of jogging to reach it. As I ran, I tried to focus on all the meetings and things I had to do in the office, instead of thinking about a certain blonde.

When I reached the top floor, it was empty, which meant I came in time before the employees started arriving. I entered my office and drew the blinds so no one could see in.

I went into my bathroom, took off my gym shorts and top, and turned on the shower, hoping it would lower the tension I felt all this time. As I stepped under the warm water and closed my eyes, Madison’s face appeared in my thoughts again, just like that.

What was it about that girl that made me think about her so much? She was beautiful, competent, and she had a cute personality, but I’d already seen that kind of women before. So what was special about Madison? Was it the way she smiled whenever she felt joy? Was it the way she looked at me—like I was a dessert she wanted to devour in a matter of seconds? Was it her enthusiasm?

Fuck. Her enthusiasm reminded me so much of me when we’d just started this business. I was also eager to make things work, going against all odds.

No, Grant. You can’t keep thinking about her. Keep your head in the game.

I had to finish this, whatever this was. She was driving me crazy, and I wanted her, but I had to suppress it. Maybe I could bang some other chick and get rid of this sexual tension?

“Yeah, that would help me,” I muttered sarcastically.

Anyway, I had to tell her that the last night shouldn’t have happened. I had to apologize to her and try to explain that anything personal between us was forbidden. We should focus on the project and give our best to work together—in a professional way.

I showered quickly, determined to talk with her seriously the first moment I got a chance. I got out of the shower and put a towel around my waist. It was still early, so I might as well take it easy. I exited the bathroom and came to a halt mid-step when I noticed Madison setting coffee on my desk.

Fuck me.

She put my coffee down and turned around probably going to continue on with her day, but then she noticed me standing on the bathroom threshold.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were...” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell on my naked body. Her eyes widened a fraction when she noticed my dark tattoo sleeve, observing the intricate lines carefully. Damn, no one knew about this tattoo, not even the guys, but now she discovered it and saw me almost completely naked.

Fuck. She was turning me on.

Her eyes raked my whole body, taking in my chest, my abdomen, and even my dick behind the towel, and I knew my erection was visible. Her eyes stopped for a few seconds on my boner, and she licked her lips.

Shit. She always did that, and it made me crazy every time. She had such sexy lips that I wanted to lick, bite, and suck all the time. She brought her eyes to mine—the lust clearly visible in them—and all I wanted in this moment was to push her onto the goddamn floor and fuck the brains out of her. The memories of the last evening returned again, and all I could hear were her moans. Then I remembered when she admitted she felt something for me.

Fuck it, Grant. The feelings weren’t good. Whenever they interfered with work, it didn’t end well, but I would lie to myself if I said I didn’t feel anything for her too.

“Don’t do that,” I said, referring to her teeth that were still gnawing at her lip. It made me turned on as hell, and it was easy to forget everything about controlling myself.

The way she was dressed didn’t help either—I had my eyes glued onto her, unable to look away. She was wearing a short black skirt and light blue office shirt that she left unbuttoned at the top, revealing her boobs slightly. Her cute high heels fitted her slim legs perfectly.

She clasped her hands together in front of her and frowned slightly in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing.” I unclenched my fists, willing myself to breathe deeply. My dick was still hard as rock, and it didn’t help that her eyes were falling onto my chest or tattoo every few seconds.

“I’m so sorry for coming in like this and seeing you... Seeing you like this.” She was looking at the floor now. “I thought you might want a coffee, because I heard from your secretary that you prefer an early morning coffee before you start with work. So I came in here and brought it to you.” She pointed at the black coffee she’d put on my desk, and I appreciated her effort and attempts to prove herself from the start. She was gaining more points from me each day.

“Thank you,” I said, still standing in the same spot. Damn it. I didn’t trust myself not to jump on Madison if I moved any closer to her.

“It’s without sugar, just the way you like.”

Fucking you from behind now, sugar, would be just the way I liked.

“You’re very good when it comes to details, Madison.”

“Pleasing my boss is important to me, so...” Her eyes became wider and her lips parted in slight shock when she figured out how these words actually sounded.

I chuckled, enjoying the blush that erupted on her cheeks immediately.

“Oops, I’m so sorry,” she chirped, looking so cute, and I wanted to kiss her.

I didn’t even kiss her last night. That was a shame.

“That’s okay.”

“I just wanted to say that you drink the same kind of coffee as I do, so it was easy to remember,” she continued rambling, trying to justify herself, but I liked the way she was blurting out things I wasn’t suspecting.

“That’s good to hear,” I said, actually glad that we had something in common.

I clenched my fists again. My resolution to straighten things up with her crumbled completely, and now I knew there was no way for me to tell her I wanted us to remain in a strictly professional relationship.

I was still confused, but I finally realized I wasn’t able to stop what was happening between us just like that. There was so much I wanted to do to her, and fuck me if I didn’t get what I wanted.

“Well hell, so much for this ending quickly.”