Chapter 19
Donovan
I’ve been here since six a.m., had three coffees and an entire bag of chocolate coffee beans, and am pacing my office like I'm running a marathon. I did what I said. I left her alone for the weekend. I didn’t call or text, even though I really wanted to.
I thought of nothing else but her from the moment she left me at the tarmac when we returned.
I didn’t even wash my business shirt, the one she wore, the one that still smells like her.
I’m turning into the very man I never thought I would become.
Completely smitten, borderline obsessed, and having no real idea what the hell I’m doing.
Yet I know, without a doubt, she’s the girl for me.
And it isn’t just the amazing sex or the fact that she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.
She’s kind, considerate, thoughtful, smart.
She’s so unassuming yet confident. I have no idea where she’s been or why I haven’t found her before now, but there isn’t a part of me that wants to miss this opportunity to see what we could become.
We suit each other on every level. We’re compatible, and I feel completely unsure about how to navigate it all.
So, as promised, I gave her space. I want her to make the decision of us being together without being clouded by my thoughts and affection.
I’m her boss, and that comes with a power imbalance that, regardless of what I say or do, can have an effect. So she needs a clear head. We both do.
“Jay Jay is here to see you.” Ashley's voice sounds like lemon as she interrupts me from my thoughts. My heart stutters, and when I look past Ashley and see Jessica, I feel like I can breathe again for the first time all weekend.
I stand, antsy. I’m nervous. Love was never something that was meant to find me. But I now realize it may be working its way into me a little and I have no idea what to do about it.
“Thank you, Ashley. And call Mark and Susan from HR. I want them up here now.” I dismiss her, but not before I see a gleam in her eyes.
No doubt, she thinks I’m terminating Jessica.
I’ve noticed the way she looks at her. I’ve had my people keep their ears to the ground around here, and Ashley’s name comes up time and time again as being someone who’s busy talking to others around the office and in the staff kitchens.
I might need a new assistant sometime soon.
Jessica walks into my office and my eyes land on the woman I can’t wait to get my hands on.
As Ashley closes the door, I wait for Jessica to look at me, knowing as soon as she does, I’ll have my answer.
She loves her work. She’s proud of her achievements and she should be.
So if she doesn’t want me, I would understand.
It would be hard, but I would do it for her.
But I really want her to want me as well.
My heart thuds so hard I think I’m going to have a fucking heart attack. Is this what people go through? Is this why they call it heartbreak?
“Jessica.” I swallow, and she looks at me, pushes her glasses up, and smiles.
“Good morning.”
My shoulders lower instantly at the sound of her sweet voice, and I bite the inside of my cheeks so a full smile doesn’t bloom. I’ve missed her. I have no idea what the next few weeks will look like, but if Lake Placid showed me anything, we are going to have a lot of fun together.
“Good morning…” I take a small step toward her.
“I got you a refill… Thought you might need it.” She hands over a small box as her eyes look down at my desk. I follow her gaze, spotting the empty crystal bowl on my desk, and when I open the box, I see my favorite chocolate coffee beans inside.
I don’t really get gifts. Sure, I get the corporate gift boxes at times, but when my parents died, there was no one else who really spent time and money buying me something they thought I wanted. I know it’s just coffee beans, but like last time, they are my favorite brand.
“Looks like I was right,” she says, making me chuckle. She knew I’d be pacing and munching on those coffee beans all morning until the bowl was empty.
I swallow, thinking back to my conversation with Bentley, about his wife always bringing him lemon slices. This is the second time she has gotten me these, and my heart swells even more. She notices the little things. She notices what I like, right down to the same brand.
“Thank you.” I smile. Placing the box on my desk, I take another step toward her.
“So you have HR coming?” Her hands find her hips as she looks at me.
“I’m making an adjustment to your contract.”
Her brow furrows. “An adjustment?”
“I’m removing the no fraternization clause.
I’m having both Susan and Mark come up here so that we can officially disclose our relationship to HR.
Susan will speak to you separately because I want you to be honest and not feel like you have to say or do anything you don’t want to.
Like I said in Lake Placid, if this is not something you want, your job won't be in jeopardy. It’s entirely your call, but you need to know I'm all in.”
“All in?”
“All in. You, me, work and play. I want you to be mine in every sense of the word. I want you in my bed, I want you in my office, in my boardrooms, in my meetings. I want to bring you coffee on Saturdays at the sprinkler shop and talk to your uncle. I want to spend the holidays with you. I’ve never done it before, never had a relationship like this.
Everything else I’ve had has been casual, so I want you to go easy on me.
I won't always get it right.” I take a breath, my vulnerability rushing out.
She looks at me, dumbfounded, and my heart races, wondering if she's going to slap me or scream at me. Have I lost her?
“You really want me?” Her eyes are glassy, and I swallow hard, needing her in my arms.
“More than anything.”
She launches herself at me, and I catch her, my lips colliding with hers as she melts into my arms.
I kiss her like she is the air I need. It’s not even nine in the morning. The workweek barely started, but while my emails pile up and I continue to ignore my cell, I hold this woman in my arms and feel completely whole for the first time in my life.
Her hands dive into my hair as she pulls me to her. My hands drop down her back, cupping her sweet peachy ass in my palms, pulling her against me.
I push her against the desk, my need for her increasing.
“Anyone could walk in,” she says breathily but doesn’t let me go. In fact, her hands land on my belt, opening it quickly.
“They wouldn’t dare.” If anyone did, they would be immediately fired.
Her hand dips under my underwear, and I feel her grip on to my hardened length. This is so unprofessional, it’s crazy, but fuck, I’ve dreamed of this moment.
I pull up her dress, the fabric gathering at her waist, and I slip my fingers under her lace and feel her warm, wet pussy.
“Hmmm, you feel ready for me…” I tease as my lips find hers again.
“You too, it seems.” She pumps my shaft, and I thicken in her hand.
We’re acting like fucking teenagers who can’t keep their pants on. She’s jacking me off with the city landscape below as I circle her clit and feel her legs widen, giving me more access.
“Can you be quiet?” The walls are thick, but I know how she likes to yell my name. A Monday morning calling my staff doesn’t need to hear.
“Are you insinuating you’re going to make me scream?” She pushes my trousers down, and I lift her ass up onto the edge of my desk.
“The way your pussy is clenching my fingers tells me everything that I need to know, baby.” I grin against her mouth as she leans back on her hands, looking at me like she’s daring me to continue.
“I’ll be quiet… sir…” Her tone changes and her words hit me. Sir has me feeling harder than a rock. I push her lace underwear to the side and slide into her, the movement making us both groan.
“Fuuuckkk,” I grit out as I start building a rhythm, knowing that we need to be quick, and I need her to come first.
“Yes…” She grabs on to my upper arms, and I smooth my hands around her ass, pulling her forward to meet me as I start to thrust.
I grit my teeth and position her where I know she needs to be, hitting her clit with every thrust. She feels like heaven and hell all rolled into one, and right here in my office on my desk, our forbidden lives playing out in the exact room it shouldn't, heightens the feeling.
Despite what the media thinks of me, I’ve never had sex in my office. I keep my working life strictly professional. I date casually, rarely mixing the two. But right now, I have broken through every personal line I’ve ever had, all because of this beautiful woman who's panting in my arms.
“Oh my God… So good.” Her fingers dig into my muscles, and I take her harder, my need for her so intense it’s hard to stop.
“You going to come for me?”
She’s breathless as she nods, whispering, “Yes…”
“Yes, what?” I grit out, wanting to hear it again.
“Yes… sir…”
“Mmmmmmm, you feel so good. Your pussy is so fucking perfect.” I’m trying to keep my arousal at bay, knowing my orgasm is close.
“Oh…” She bites her bottom lip, and I feel her clench around me.
“That’s it. Let me fuck you right here on my desk. Your pussy is begging for me.”
And that’s all it takes as she pulses around me.
“I’m coming… oh shit… oh my…” she whispers, suppressing a cry of pleasure as she grips on to me even more. I clench my hands, palming her ass, taking her how I need to.
“Good girl… Fuck…” Her pussy clenches, my dick throbs, and together, we come.
“Donovan,” she breathes out, keeping her voice low. “This is a Monday morning meeting I would never miss,” she pants, and I grin, chuckling with her as we catch our breath.
We fix ourselves up quickly, just as there’s a knock at my door.
“That will be HR. Ready to make this official?”
“I’m ready.” She nods, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips, one I wish I could continue. But I let HR in, and we get down to business. There’ll be more time for kissing later.