I try to remain patient as I wait for her. Others start to leave the office, but I stay put. And then I see her silhouette through the frosted glass, her hips swaying as she approaches the door. She seems to hesitate for a moment before she knocks. This is it. No turning back now.
“Come in,” I say gruffly. The door opens and her radiance fills the room. She’s blushing already before I’ve even done anything. I can’t imagine her reaction when I’ve got her lying on my desk, her legs open and my cock buried deep inside her…
“Hi,” she says quietly. “How was your day?”
“Better now,” I say. “How did you find your first day?”
She shrugs and takes a seat opposite me. “It was fine.”
I scrutinize her. “Something tells me that being a receptionist isn’t your dream.”
She smiles, quirking her eyebrow. “Oh really? What gave that impression?”
I smirk at her sarcasm. Somehow, it only makes her more attractive to me. “Tell me what you’re passionate about then, Harmony. You seem...creative.”
She blinks in surprise. “That’s pretty perceptive. I’m a musician. I write my own songs and I sing. But my Dad believes that my music is a waste of time. He thinks I need to focus, and since he couldn’t persuade me to waste three years at college, I guess he thought this job would help me focus.”
“And has it?” I growl, standing and circling around the desk to stand beside her. Her face is practically level with my cock and it makes my stomach lurch. She looks up at me with a sultry smile.
“Focus? Perhaps...but maybe not on the things he hoped…”
Our eyes lock. I know exactly what she’s implying. Her thoughts have been full of me as much as mine have been full of her. We’re on the same level here. I suddenly can’t take it any longer. I take her hand and pull her to her feet, before cupping her chin in my hand and making her meet my eyes.
“Devote your focus to me,” I growl. “I’m your boss, after all.”
She gasps a little but doesn’t move an inch. I take it as my cue.
I lean in and kiss her.
Chapter Three
Harmony
His lips on mine take my breath away. I’ve never been kissed before, but this experience is spiritual. It makes me feel like I’m floating. But my feet are firmly on the ground. This is real. This is actually happening.
His arms wrap around me and pull me close to him. I can feel the urgency of his cock pressing against me through his pants. He wants this as much as I do. I gasp against his lips, feeling light-headed and breathless from the kiss. He pulls away for a moment and the absence of his lips fills me with dread, but when I watch him sweep everything off his desk with a loud clatter, I understand where this is going. We’re actually going to do this.
His lips find mine again as he lifts me, propping me on the edge of the desk. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, hooking him close to me. His fingers find the buttons of my shirt and begin to pop them open, his mouth still exploring mine. I gasp as he pulls my shirt down my arms and discards it, leaving me in just my bra and skirt. It’s all happening so fast that I can barely comprehend that it’s actually happening, but I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
His hand reaches around my back to unclasp my bra. As my breasts spring free, his mouth moves to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue slowly massages the sensitive nub as I moan in pleasure. I’ve never been touched like this before, and I know now that Wade is the only man I’ll ever let near my body. I want to belong to him. I want it to be just me and him against the world. And as his mouth explores my breasts, planting kisses everywhere, I feel as though my dream is in the process of coming true.
Wade stands back to rip off his shirt, revealing his toned torso beneath and leaving me breathless. Then he moves his hands to the back of my skirt to unzip it. I allow him to pull it down my legs before he roughly takes off my panties too, leaving me only in a pair of high heels. He growls as his eyes roam over my body.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls, grabbing my waist and kissing me. Then he pushes me back by my shoulders, lying me flat on his desk. I feel a little nervous, being so fully on display for him, but I also love the way he’s looking at me. I’ve never felt so wanted, so sexy, so desirable.