Page 37 of She is Mine

Yours,

Wade.

My heart practically stops. I think of me and Wade alone in his office and the possibilities of the situation. My thoughts are running wild in anticipation. I want nothing more than to accept his offer and head up there right now. But my father will be picking me up from work. He’ll be waiting for me outside. Can I get away with exploring this wild fantasy when it is completely possible that I’ll be found out?

I have to try.

I message my father to let him know I’m staying a little late at the office. And then I reply to Wade’s email with shaking hands.

Wade,

I’ll be there. I look forward to spending more time with you.

Harmony.

I hit send on the message, feeling nerves shiver through me. I know that I’m being reckless, which really isn’t my style. But I want this so badly that I don’t care about the danger. All I want is him.

And I’m going to get what I want.

Wade

Waiting for Harmony to join me in my office is a new form of torture for me. I haven’t been able to concentrate on work all afternoon, imagining all the things I’m going to do to her the second she gets in here. I know that what I have planned is wrong. I know that if I get caught out, it’ll cause everything I’ve built in my life to crumble around me. My employees will lose faith in me. My best friend will be intent on killing me for what I’ve done with his daughter. I might even lose Harmony in the process.

But I can’t stand the idea of not even trying. How am I supposed to ever be happy if I don’t even chase the woman of my dreams? How am I meant to live with myself if I don’t even try to get her? I’ve waited over forty years for a moment like this, to feel this way, to want someone, and for them to want me back. Everything she’s made me feel seems so right, even if it’s wrong in the eyes of the world. And if the pair of us have a shot at happiness, who am I to walk away from it?

She just drives me wild. Every fiber of my being wants to be with her, to make her mine, to be inside her, our bodies entwined. I want to come deep inside her and fill her up with my babies. I want to create a future for us both filled with sex, laughter, and love. I know that it seems insane to have fallen so deeply for someone I barely know, and yet I know that my instincts about this aren’t wrong. This was meant to happen.

I check the clock. It’s almost time for her to come to my office. My cock is throbbing in my pants. I’m consumed by my fantasies that have remained inside my head these past three years. Dreams of fucking her in every possible position. Dreams of hearing her moan as I enter her. Dreams of her telling me that she wants me forever. Now, it seems like it might not stay a fantasy. Tonight, I’m going to make it my reality.

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.