Monday morning comes way too soon. Even though Alex dropped me off at 4 a.m. yesterday, I had to fight the urge to call him all day. My body yearned for another round, but my mind kept telling me to forget about him.

Now, I’m sitting around the conference room table at work, listening to the weekend duty report from our squadron. First Sergeant Thompson starts off with some airman who’s new to the base that showed up an hour late and kept falling asleep on Sunday. Thompson was upset he’d been popping NoDoze all day, which was making him jumpy and irritable.

I’ve heard this guy’s name being passed around, so I finally ask, “What’s the deal with Airman Riley? Didn’t he get a LOR his second week here?”

For an airman to get a letter of reprimand that soon is crazy. Even though I’ve never met him, I’ve kept my ear open for anything else I hear about him so he doesn't cause more trouble.

“Yes, actually, he did,” he responds.

“Isn’t this guy older?”

“Yes, he is,” he stares matter-of-factly.

“And…? How old is he?”

“Twenty-eight.”

He’s twenty-eight and an Airman? That’s even crazier. Most Airmen are between eighteen and twenty years old. Regardless, a twenty-eight-year-old should be done acting like a fool—he should know better and be following the rules more.

“Why did he enlist so late in life? I’ve heard he’s not very friendly with the other airman, either. What’s his story?” I ask.

First Sergeant Thompson sighs. “He asked that I don’t share because he doesn’t want special treatment.”

“He’s not going to get any special treatment if he keeps screwing up and gets another LOR, I can guarantee you that.”

“But you don’t know his story yet.”

“No, I don’t. Why don’t you enlighten me? We need to know what’s happening in our squadron, especially if this guy’s going to cause trouble.”

“He joined for his brother.”

“Okay, why is that important to me?”

“His brother was killed in Iraq seven months ago. Airman Riley was the screw up kid in his family, and now he’s trying to honor his brother and finish out the military career he dreamed of.”

My heart drops a little. That’s quite a story. And yeah, I feel sorry for the guy now, but that doesn’t change how I have to treat him. If he breaks the rules, he has to pay like everyone else. I just hope he does his brother’s memory proud and straightens up his act quickly.

The door opens and someone from our squadron enters announcing, “There’s been a minor fight on the flight line. Everything’s fine now, but Airman Riley and Airman Jackson got into an argument over tools being used. Thankfully, two other Airmen intervened before it got out of hand.”

First Sergeant Thompson speaks, but I interrupt him, “Send Airman Riley to my office, now. I’d like to have a word with him.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He leaves the office, and I put an end to our morning meeting to head back to my office and wait for the Airman.

A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. Without looking up, I respond, “You may enter.”

“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” a guy mutters under his breath.

I look up to find nothing but a hat pulled low over his eyes. Everyone knows it’s protocol to remove your hat inside any military building, and the fact that he walked into my office so blatantly ignoring the protocol is enough to push me over the edge.

“I’m sorry, should we just look in to kicking you out before you complete your first month with us? How dare you walk into my office wearing that hat, you—”

My rant ends abruptly when his face tilts up and he slowly removes the hat from his head, holding it in his hand and looking me straight in the eyes.

Shock is not something I’ve ever personally felt, but that’s the only thing that comes to mind as I look into the eyes of the man who rocked my world this weekend.

“Alex…” I whisper in disbelief.

“Hi, Jenelle.”

“How are you here? How did I not know? Wait, did you know?”

“Yes, I did,” he says, those blue eyes zeroing in on me the same way they did the night we met. “I knew exactly who you were. I first saw you at orientation and have kept my eyes on you every day since.”

“So at that club…?”

“Yes, I thought it was too good to be true that I just happened to run into you forty minutes away from base.”

He walks toward me with that damn sexy smirk, and I immediately stand and back up in response. “We can’t do this.” I hold up my hands to stop him.

“We already have.”

He walks around my desk as I hit the back wall, panicking when I realize I have nowhere else to go.

“I’m your superior, we can get in serious trouble fraternizing.”

“Is that what you called it when I made you cum so hard you couldn’t see straight?”

Bolts of electricity run between my thighs just from his voice, and I have to hold my breath to stop myself from reaching out for him.

Suddenly my vocabulary completely disappears. No words come out of my mouth. No protest, no go away, nothing. I stand there, holding my breath, praying I don’t have to fight him and he’ll back off on his own.

He doesn’t.

No, he gets so close I feel his breath run down my neck. He’s not physically caressing my skin with his hands but every inch of his body is touching mine, and when he thrusts his hardening cock against me, my insides ache to feel him again.

“You can’t fight it,” he whispers in my ear.

I turn my head away from him.

“See, if you could, you’d push me away right now. You wouldn’t have allowed me to walk behind your desk if I was only your subordinate.”

I take a deep breath in, holding it again, willing myself to push him away, but everything in me is fighting the rational person screaming in my brain.

“Don't worry, I couldn’t push you away if I tried, either.”

His hands reach up to my face and his lips are on mine before I can even release the breath I’ve been holding.

I melt under his touch, bringing my arms up around his neck, pulling him closer as I wrap one leg around him so I can tame this desperate feeling growing deep inside.

It’s not until I hear footsteps outside my door that my brain finally kicks in and I push him away. “Please, no. We can’t do this. I could get in a lot of trouble.”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” He smirks, holding out his hands to the side.

“Alex, you have to go.”

“Fine, I’ll leave, but I’m not going anywhere. I promise you that. You and I are just beginning our, what did you call it, fuck buddy—” he winks “—time together.”

I stand there silent, unable to say anything in response. It’s not until he’s out the door do I fall back into my chair, hitting myself because I never even spoke to him about staying out of trouble.

Great superior I am.