I put Grace in the back of my car like a crazed man. Seeing her again has me in caveman mode, like I’m returning from a month long trip across the desert instead of a few days in the Mid West. It isn’t helping that she’s wearing a wraparound dress that clings to her curves. I can tell from the fabric under my palm that I paid for it and it’s worth every cent. When she bends to climb in the car, she may as well be naked, the way the silky fabric swathes her round ass and outlines the chasm.

Every move she makes sends my cock rocketing skyward. I climb in beside her with the blood gushing hotly through every last capillary. My blood pounds even harder than the moment I set eyes on her again. Seated in my office demurely which didn't stop the images of the last time I found here there flooding my addled brain.

It’s been three days away that feel like a decade. I don’t know what’s come over me when it comes to this girl. She’s like a craving yearning through me that won’t quit until it’s satisfied. An addiction I’ve never even begun. Unless you count that one taste of her in the break room. The exhilaration of observing her pleasure herself in my chair.

Now that I have her to myself, I’m determined to do as Tangle recommended. I need to get this girl out of my system. Fast.

I slide into the seat beside her and Henry closes the door on us before walking round to the driver’s side. As we wait for him, it takes every ounce of self control not to envelop Grace in my hold. I want to throw her back along the seat and plunge deep inside her. I sit rigid, reining the boiling urge back in, but Grace suddenly becomes aware that the length of her thigh is against mine. She pulls it sharply away as though my touch stung her.

“What’s happening?” she mewls.

Henry maneuvers the car into traffic and I hit the button that sends the partition wall opaque.

“I meant what I said back there,” I tell her.

I take her hand in mine and if she doesn’t exactly return the grasp, at least she doesn't snatch it away. “I’ve thought of nothing but you the past few days.”

“That’s because I’m your latest toy. Your newest challenge,” she says, almost sadly behind the hard tone.

“You think I’m that shallow and predictable?”

“I think you like shiny new games.”

“And would it be that bad to play one with me?”

“I’ve got more important things to deal with right now.”

“Oh, like what? You have a great job and a...”

She lets out a snort at that.

“What? You don’t like working at Hopper?”

“I don’t like being a charity case. And I don’t like being ordered around just because I’m a fallen angel.”

I have to smile at that. She is a little bit like a fallen angel. One that’s got a large chunk of devil temptress in her although I don't think she’s aware of it. Everything about Grace is natural and unpretentious. No fake airs and graces. I also like that she’s come clean to me about her situation now. She’s not hiding anything from me and we don’t have to pretend it isn’t hanging over her.

“You think it’s funny being me?” she snaps.

Her hand in mine is resting on my thigh and it’s driving me half insane. Her fingers are like little digits of superpower, searing their brand across my skin. I look down at her, holding her eyes in mine for an age. The moment balloons and lasts forever or a minute, I’m no longer sure. As I gaze at her and her pupils dilate, I can almost see her resistance coming down brick by brick.

I know she wants me as much as I do her but she’s adamant that it won’t happen for some reason. Then her lip starts to tremble. Almost imperceptible. so you’d have to be this close to pick up on it. Close enough to feel her ragged breathes falling across your rough chin. My head automatically tips forward slightly, the desire to suck her quivering flesh overtaking all rationale.

As though the world has disappeared into a miasma and only we two are left solid, our faces creep closer together. In tiny increments, as though our lips are floating on mist but irresistibly pulled, we reach for each other. When our lips touch, my hands cover her slinky body. One wraps behind her back, pulling her into me, the other slides up her rib cage to cup her sensual breast.

In an instant Grace turns ravenous, grabbing at my biceps, clawing me into her, then pushing me away again. The shoving off has absolutely zero effect on me. Her efforts gain as much result as trying to push a tree back. And she can’t stick firm to her resolve, thankfully.

It’s as though her body takes over, then her mind, then her passion finally wins out as she digs her fingers into my muscle and opens her mouth a little wider. Our tongues wrap around and around, lapping at each other, trying to tie the knots that will bind us closer.

The heel of my palm shelves the underside of her perky breast as my fingertips curl around the edge of her dress and drag it back. I feel the expensive lace bra and know she’s been doing enough shopping to keep me content. Janice told her to buy some work-suitable clothes. The sexy new lingerie can only be for me. The muscles I’m holding her firm beneath suffuse with warmth knowing she’s done this to please me.

Score one for getting Grace where I want her despite her protests. Which now seem to be very distant as I pinch her eager nipple through the fabric. She moans lightly in my mouth and I feel all her delectable pent up passion reverberate through me.

Her mouth tugs at mine. Her fingers dagger relentlessly through my hair as though she’d like to tear it out at the roots. She’s a little fireball and so malleable. Her flesh so soft but springy with youth. I tear the bra strap down her shoulder and free her breast, mounding it under my palm until the need becomes too much. In one move, I cup the underside and push her back along the length of the seat as I suck the hard little pellet between my lips making her gasp sharply.

She lies back, parting her legs for me. The wraparound dress is a dream outfit for the office. With only one skinny tie at the waist holding it in place, the dress falls apart with one tug. A second pulls the gorgeous lace and satin new panties to one side. Every fucking cell in my body sighs as I slide my fingers into her dripping folds. I almost melt from the burning heat as my fingers are covered with her juices.

Desperate for a taste of her, I lift my hand to my lips and suck her off them. Grace gazes at me wide-eyed. I can’t believe she’s shocked by something so casual. In a sudden frenzy of need to feel the length of her pussy wrapped around me, I reach for my belt. Grace suddenly comes to her senses, a shock rattling through her divine body. The thought that we’re about to be so deeply connected.

She pulls away, scooting along the seat and drawing her knees into her chest. She stares at me, shaking her head no over and over.

My balls almost shrivel up with the loss of her.

“Babe, what is it?”

“No, no, we can’t do this,” she repeats, so that the boil inside me flows up the edges. I have to calm.

“What happened? I know you want this as much as I do.”

“No, no I don’t,” she insists then instantly realizes she’s mistaking how she feels. “Or I do but I can’t. I won’t. You have no idea who I really am.”

“I think you make too much of your past.”

“So you know about that,” she murmurs.

“Of course. I know about everyone that passes through my doors, employee or client. Knowledge is power.”

“No, intimidation, threats and punishment are power.”

“Have I done any of that?”

“Not you but that’s what I’ve been through recently and now I just want to keep my act clean while I get it together. Sleeping with my boss is already getting me fired by your assistant and filthy looks from my co-workers.”

“And you haven’t even slept with me. Yet.” I add, with a grin I hope will unwind the tension.

My balls are still blue but the desperate hunger has receded slightly. For some reason it’s important to me that this is good for Grace as well as me.

“There’s no yet involved here,” she insists.

“Sir?” Henry’s voice interrupts us, shattering our living fantasy totally. I see we’ve arrived at my brownstone but I doubt Grace is ready to come on in.

“Drive around some more,” I order.

He pulls the car forward without another word.

“Are you going to keep me here in your car just circling the block?” Grace snips.

“If that’s the only way I get to spend time with you alone, then yes.”

“It’s not going to change my mind.”

“Babe, it’s clear that there’s something between us more than boss and intern. Why can’t we enjoy that for the summer?”

“If it’s too much for you to keep our arrangement on business terms then we can call it off.”

I doubt she wants to give up all that money, or the chance to go out on the town with a playboy billionaire. Something’s scaring her and I intend to find out what it is.

“Okay, don’t get all worked up over this, Doll. I’ll take you home.”

“No,” she squeals. Like that idea is worse than coming into my house.

“Well which it is your place or mine?” I grin.

“Neither. Just drop me at the subway. I’ll be fine.”

“No way, Babe. I’m taking you home.”