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used to feeling jealous and I didn’t react well at all. Here, I got you these.”
    He awkwardly handed me a package of peanut butter cups and a bouquet of flowers, like he wasn’t used to apologizing. The chocolate was a wonderful thought, but just smelling the flowers made my stomach turn. How to get around this without him being suspicious?
    “I absolutely forgive you, especially when there is chocolate added into the apology.” I said, a genuine smile spreading across my face. “Thank you. Why don’t you grab a vase from the kitchenette and put those on the counter. I need to go freshen up from that.” I said nodding towards the trash can. I don’t go out to the counter much when I’m working so the smell shouldn’t bother me back here.
    He carefully arranges the flowers in a vase and sets them on the counter. I watch him from the hallway, thanking the good Lord that this perfect specimen of a man is mine. Hormones on high alert again, my thoughts start drifting to places they shouldn’t be drifting while at work. The way his jeans hug his ass, the way his muscles are currently bulging out of the tight black t-shirt.
    After setting the flowers down, he walks towards the door, flips the lock and turns to me.
    “I do believe we have some unfinished business to take care of.” He said as he walked towards me. “I believe we were right about…here…when we were so rudely interrupted earlier.” He said, then he pushed me against the wall and lifted me to wrap my legs around him.
    His lips crushed into mine, his hands holding my ass firmly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kiss him back like my life depended on it. Growing more impatient, I grind against him and feel the familiar bulge twitch in his pants.
    “Damn woman, you are going to make me keep that promise aren’t you.” He grunted, then carried me to my office desk and set me down.
    His hands roamed down my body, slowly unbuttoning and slipping off the tunic and revealing the lace bra I added into my wardrobe recently. Just the caress of his hands made my nipples tighten and stretch against the fabric. He leaned down and blew on each one, the cool breeze through the fabric was enough to make me explode. I felt like I was floating, every nerve lighting up in tune with my beating pulse. I started undressing him, shirt first, pants next. I’ll never get grow used to the body on this man, even if I stare at it every day for the rest of my life. The ripples, the hardness, his ass. The assault on my nipples ends and he focuses his attention lower. My shorts were soon laying on the floor, along with everything on my desk as he swiped it off in one clean sweep to lay me out. It’s a glass desk, cool on parts of my body, other areas burning hot, the sensation was incredible. I laid back and opened my legs, ready for him to do as he pleased.
    “Fuck Molly, no underwear?” his eyes burning into mine, towering above me as I lay out on my desk. It made me feel powerful, knowing that I did this to him. He was as hard as he possibly could have been when he entered me, and I felt every inch of him. He pinned my hands above my head with one hand, the other snaked down to massage ever so gently the one spot that still needed friction, his eyes never leaving mine. It wasn’t long before he was collapsed on top of me and we were both attempting to catch our breath.
    “You have ruined me for other men” I managed to gasp.
    He pushed up onto his elbows, unable to move the rest of his body as I was still wrapped around him.
    “You say that like there will be other men after me.” The sideways grin I received made my heart flop, just like it did the first time he smiled at me.
    This man was going to make me forget everything I thought about not becoming dependent on another man. I already am letting him creep into my life slowly by moving in with me and giving him the assistant position. If I wasn’t careful I was going to lose myself to him, and the last time