Milo didn’t know what had driven him to say those words, but he wouldn’t take them back. If she reacted poorly, he would lose more than the best assistant he ever had.

But if she didn’t…

He stared at her, her curvy form enticing, her hourglass shape one that was perfection in Milo’s eyes, distracting him. Not fully, but enough that his ever present hard-on became more insistent, the tension of that desire and the question of how she would respond giving the moment a weight and intensity that Milo hadn’t expected.

When he’d seen her this morning, impeccable as always, if not a little tired around the eyes, he’d wanted to go to her, sweep her away so that she could rest before he fucked them both back to exhaustion, which was the reason he had left so abruptly.

He hadn’t trusted himself to maintain the lines and boundaries that separated them, and now he was proving how right he had been.

Constance turned, looked at him with a stricken expression on her face. His first instinct was to try to soothe that worry away, not wanting to see her in distress for a single moment. But he stood in place, watching her.

She stood there stunned, and as the seconds passed, Milo began to worry. The panic on her face alarmed him, and he took two steps as she did the same, bringing them so close that they were no more than a breath apart.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, the reserve and control that he always associated with her nowhere to be seen. “Milo, I’m so… I…”

She trailed off, the fear on her face intensifying.

“Calm down, Constance,” he said, unable to watch her like this for a moment longer.

His words did not have his intended effect.

Instead, she looked even more worried, and on instinct Milo reached for her chin, held her head steady as he stared into her eyes.

“Answer the question, Constance,” he pressed, sensing that he couldn’t let this moment pass.

“Milo, you weren’t supposed to hear—”

“What’s your answer?”

He cut her off, and then released her chin and smoothed his thumb over her furrowed brow as she examined him.

“You didn’t mean… You weren’t asking…?”

“I didn’t mince my words, did I? You heard the question, so answer it. Was that an offer?”

“For you to…?” she asked, her lids fluttering, her tongue peeking out nervously to brush her lush lips.

“Fuck you, Constance,” he said, supplying the words she seemed unable to say.

If he had any common sense, half a brain, he wouldn’t have said them either, but reason had long since fled. He’d built his fortune by acting on instinct, and everything in his mind and body was telling him now was the time to act.

He couldn’t let this pass, pretend like he hadn’t heard her, because he knew that would be the end. He couldn’t count on this kind of opportunity coming again, and he wouldn’t be foolish enough to squander it.

He just hoped Constance felt the same way.

She watched him, lids still fluttering, though she looked less terrified than she had mere seconds ago. And as even more moments passed, each tense, tight with the weight of Constance’s thoughts, he watched that expression change.

Incrementally, her face went from frightened, to slightly less so, and in the next blink he could see her desire. It flashed like a beacon, one whose call he would answer.

He moved forward slowly, bringing their faces closer and closer together with each tiny movement. Anticipation had him near breathless, but he balled his hands into fists and fought for his control. The first time he tasted her mouth, he wouldn’t be in a frenzy, wouldn’t do anything but enjoy it.

And when he pressed his lips against the soft petals of her skin, he was like a man possessed.

Constance was sweeter than any woman he’d ever tasted, and as he kissed her, all the years of pent-up desire came rushing out.

Somehow managing to keep himself under control, he opened the buttons on her blouse, his first glimpse of her full breasts and bra turning his cock to stone. He paused for just a moment and kissed her, letting his tongue snake between the full mounds of her breasts.

He went lower, lifting her breasts from her bra. Then he brushed his tongue over the hard bud of her nipple and sucked it hard, tasting the sweet hard nub. He worked her skirt up her soft, creamy thighs, the relief at knowing he would soon be inside her making him movements clumsy.

He reached into his pocket but then froze when a startling realization came over him.