But I readily answer her question. I’m not gonna keep anything from her if she asks.
“I did,” I admit, feeling my cock spasm out of control when I see my answer's effect on her.
A little helpless gasp escapes her. Those thick thighs of hers, pressing together against her will.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” I continue. “See, Vanessa. I’ve thought about you like that since your graduation day,” I hear myself say, noting her expression shift.
Her own arousal seems to kick up a notch when she hears that.
“Think of me like what?” she asks.
So I tell her.
“Thinking of you and me…in this chair,” I croon. Teasing myself as well as her imagination.
“You and me on this desk…on that couch,” I add, repeating every office, car, and home fantasy I’ve had about her since seeing her that day.
“Me too,” is all she can manage by now. She’s almost hyperventilating, and if we were anywhere else, this would be the moment I reach out and pull her towards me, kissing her like I know we both need right now.
But I need her to say it…to tell me she’ll be mine and nobody else’s.
I guess those are my only terms and conditions.
“Then what’s stopping you?” I ask her flatly. Raising both my brows in a question.
She struggles to think for a moment, looking up at the ceiling.
“I need the job, but…but all these feelings I’ve had…about you,” she says, her voice shivering in time with her body.
My mouth suddenly goes dry. My head feels light as all the blood in my body feels like it’s coursing to my groin.
“I dunno,” she half sighs, pretending it’s not affecting her the same way it does me. “I guess I mean a guy like you and a girl like me just never seemed like it would happen.”
She relaxes fully for probably the first time since she walked in. And giving an almost apologetic look, I’m disappointed that she’d even think that.
Let alone believe somehow still.
“But, Vanessa,” I explain calmly, my voice deepening. “I do want you. I told you so myself…you’re a perfect fit for me. How could you doubt that?” I ask her firmly.
“I don’t. Not now anyway,” she replies quickly. “But there’s Jase, and there’s my Dad…,” she adds, rolling her eyes and bringing her fingertips to her temples.
As if saying it only makes it harder for her to choose.
“I’m not those people, Vanessa. I’m me, Michael, and all I’m trying to tell you is that I want you…I want you like nothing else.”
Her lower lip quivers and her eyes glitter with tears.
“I just don’t get how you could want…this,” she finally says, swiping her hands in the air over herself, her emotions spilling over into real tears.
Two sleek lines run over her cheeks, and seeing my girl cry for anything but joy. It cuts me to the quick.
“Hey…heeey,” I murmur, getting up and stepping over to her, squatting on my hams.
Her hands find mine without any encouragement.
“This thing is real, Vanessa. This thing between us,” I rumble, lifting her hands and pressing them to my chest.
Over my heart.
“I haven’t felt this…ever,” I tell her honestly.
Saying it out loud for the first time too.
“And if you think it’s worth running from or telling yourself it’s something it isn’t, you’re wrong.”
Her hands are tiny against my chest, and they start to knead and press a little before she takes one of my hands again.
Trembling, she puts it over her own heart. Her ample breasts are soft to my touch, but it’s her heart I feel pounding.
The same beat that’s running through my veins, through every cell in my body.
“Tell me you want this. That’s all I ask. But it’s a forever deal, Vanessa. I’m all or nothing, and I’m right here,” I rasp.
The sound of her folder sliding off her lap doesn’t register as our faces move closer.
One of my hands slides hungrily over the left side of her chest, making her shudder. My thumb finds her hard, bullet-sized nipple and knows exactly where to go and what to do.
She’s so close to me. I can feel the warmth of quick breaths as she parts her mouth a little, closing her eyes.
My eyes stay open, so I can remember every detail of this moment.
The moment I….
A gentle but insistent knock at my office door sounds like a jackhammer, shattering the moment.
My eyes close, and although I try to suppress my annoyance, I take my hands off Vanessa and stand.
Her face is level with how I feel about her, every inch straining against my jeans as Marie’s head cranes around the door.
Her apologetic face grimaces at disturbing us.
Vanessa’s face and head are covering my intense arousal from view.
“What is it, Marie? I said no interruptions, remember?” I growl.
“I…I know Mr. Hart. But it’s the other Mr. Hart. He’s on line four. And Mr. Phelps is on line three,” she squeaks, not even noticing Vanessa or my throbbing erection.