This cannot really be happening.

I adjust my cock in my pants as this girl’s forms feed through the copier in the mail room.

It’s only nine fifteen in the morning and already I’m in love. Or lust. Whatever it is, it’s a good thing I’m up against the copier and not talking to some rich client.

I didn’t even have to try to get her all riled up. She did that all by herself.

I like a girl who can do that to herself. Means she has a good imagination.

But I already know that she can’t imagine the things I have planned for her.

By sheer force of will I demand my cock to go down. It’s not appropriate to have a raging hardon like that at your place of business. Especially not with a client.

But she’s a special client. Personal client. I’ll make her my number one priority.

I grab the copies from the machine along with her originals and bring them back to my office. I feel like whistling because I feel so damn good. Even the usual effects of staying up til one in the morning when I have to be at work at nine have been swept away by this girl.

“Here we are, miss,” I say, slipping back into my office and into my leather chair. The bank is piping in some elevator music, and she’s tapping her toe along with it. “Or should I call you ma’am? After all, you’re the boss here. I work for you. Anything you need.”

“Oh, um. Just Julie is fine.”

She’s got her button-down done all the way up to the top button, just under her chin. Her long, elegant neck has a simple string of pearls around it.

I pull up her account information on my computer. She’s a few years younger than me but our birthdays are in the same month, and she’s had her account for four years. She probably opened it before she went to college. I jot down her account information on the forms and hand both copies back to her.

“Okay, Julie. I’ve indicated your account number on both sets of forms. Like I mentioned before, I took the liberty of making copies so you’d have everything for your personal records, and of course you have the originals to hand in to your employer.”

“Wow! Thanks! That was so not necessary,” she says as she starts to get up from her chair.

“It was my pleasure,” I say, grabbing a business card from its holder and going around to the other side of the desk. “Here. This is my number. I told you before that I know a way to relieve your stress.”

Cut it out. Not like that.

“A drink,” I say. “You’re going to come with me for a drink tonight. When do you start your new job?”

She looks up at me through her luscious, thick lashes and blinks. Her pupils are wide. My office is a little dark - I like to keep it like that - and the music being piped in, I swear, is an instrumental muzak version of the class R&B song “Sexual Healing.”

“Not until Monday,” she says, flicking the corner of the business card against one of her perfectly manicured fingernails.

“Then call me tonight,” I say, stepping toward her. “I get out at five. Banker’s hours.”

Is that her heart I hear beating, or mine?

“How do you know I’m going to call you?” she asks sweetly. “Don’t you want my number so you can call me?”

“Nah. I know you’ll call. Won’t you?”

“Sure,” she says. “Sure.”

“Boss?” I say as she turns to leave.

“Yeah?” she responds, her eyes wide.

Yes. She wants my dick. I can see the gears in her head turning, imagining what it would be like for me to take her right here. Bend her over the desk, pull her panties down. Put in a little extra work at the office.

“Come back here and close the door behind you,” I say, leaning back against the edge of my desk.

“What is it?” she says, tentatively closing the door and retracing her steps back toward me. “Did I mess up my forms? Am I in trouble?”

She walks up to me slowly, erasing the distance between us with a few steps in her pretty little shoes. She bites her lip. She’s nervous. Or she’s pretending to be.

Oh, fuck. She’s naughty. She’s bad. She’s playing with me, and I love it. I should just take her right here.

“In trouble, miss?” I say, grabbing her by waist and pulling her in close. “Not unless you want to be.”

“Is this...appropriate?” she asks, freezing against me, her chest heaving beneath that little white button-down. I should rip it off with my teeth and put my cock between her lips.

“Of course this isn’t fucking appropriate,” I say, pulling one of her knees up and pressing my hardon against her. “This is a place of business.”

I scoop her ass up in my hands and pull her even closer. I can smell the want coming off her. She’s hot for me, and I can barely contain my cock.

Fuck. She’s chewing on her bottom lip. That’s a surefire sign of a girl with an overactive imagination.

“Don’t get your panties into a bunch,” I say, sliding my hand along the outside of her perfectly smooth thigh and coming down and around the top of her thigh, landing between her legs. “You think I’m going to fuck you right here? That would be too dirty, even for me.”

My angel’s breath shudders against my chest and breaks as she presses her hot pussy against my hand.

“Oh?” I say, drawing my fingers into a circle and finding her wet clit through the soaked fabric. “If you really, really want it, I’ll give it to you. I don’t mind breaking the rules.”

She closes her eyes and presses her cheek against my chest, pushing her leg against my outer thigh. If there was anything to take me out of the moment right now, it would be a knock at the door or my phone ringing, but as if through a miracle, nothing interrupts us.

“But baby, if you want me to go any further,” I say softly, rubbing her hard and slow between her legs and tipping her chin up, “you’re going to have to beg.”

“Beg?” she says, blinking up at me. “I...what the heck am I doing?”

And just like that, my angel takes her sweet little body away from me and runs out the door.

To say that I’m left confused and hard as a fucking rock would be the understatement of the century.

But I’m more hard than I am confused.