Chapter 5

Morgan

I'd lost my mind.

I shouldn't be thinking about him like this.

I shouldn't be imagining him pushing me up against the wall, kissing me, tearing my panties off and driving his cock deep into my pussy with every step I took away from his office.

I shouldn't be thinking about turning back around and telling him exactly where to shove it inhopes that he would do exactly that.

This was a potential client and one I sorely needed.

On one hand, the rising tension and undeniable attraction between us was something I couldn't just ignore. It was palpable, a physical sensation that seemed to charge the air around us. His presence was overwhelming, consuming, and the way he moved, even when it was something as simple as raising his eyebrows in my direction, was unintentionally seductive.

On the other hand, there was the stern voice of professionalism in my head, reminding me about how high the stakes were. This wasn't just about me; it was about my company, my team who depended on me, our future. I needed to secure this deal with Mr. Blackwater, to prove that we could rise above the recent setbacks and reclaim our reputation.

Giving in to these personal feelings, no matter how strong they might be, could jeopardize everything I had worked for.

I tried to steady my breathing, to calm the racing of my heart.

Focus, you're here for business. You can't let this… whatever this is, distract you.

I needed to maintain control, to keep this relationship strictly professional.

I dug into my laptop bag, looking for my phone. I needed to call Zara. Maybe she'd have a few ideas about how I could handle Mr. Blackwater.

Wait. Where was my phone?

I stopped walking and started pushing my hand into each and every pocket. It was nowhere to be found.

Oh, fuck me. I knew where it was.

I'd put it down on his desk.

That meant I needed to go back, and I ran my hand down the line of my face, trying to convince myself that it wasn't there. That maybe I'd left it somewhere else, but I knew better. I could envision it, could see it still sitting there in my head.

I turned around and seriously contemplated leaving my phone there and going home. I could buy a new phone.

Every rational part of me screamed to do just that, to avoid any further interaction between us. But I couldn't. That phone was the lifeline of my business. It contained so many crucial contacts and confidential information.

I needed to go back and get it.

I had a responsibility to my clients. I had to get it back.

Fuck me.

I turned around.

As I made my way back to his office, my mind raced with scenarios of how I could swiftly retrieve my phone without causing things to spiral between us even further.

In and out. Just grab your phone and leave…

Reaching his office door, I paused, gathering my composure. I knocked lightly, hoping that maybe he wasn't there, that I could just grab my phone and escape unnoticed. When no one came to the door, I tried to turn the knob, but it was locked, just like I thought it would be.

So, I knocked a little harder.

And I waited.

At first, no one came, so I knocked again, much more firmly this time, and finally I heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside the room.

The door opened, and at once, Hunter's piercing blue eyes found mine. He looked as composed as ever, though the slightly undone state of his attire suggested that maybe I'd flustered him too. His shirt was wrinkled and when I glanced down…

Oh my god!

My heart skipped a beat, and I mentally scolded myself for the reaction.

Keep it professional, you little slut.

"Mr. Blackwater, I'm so sorry to intrude again. I left my phone on your desk," I said quickly, my words rushed, hoping to make this as brief as possible.

He stared down at me like he was trying to figure me out. His gaze was intense and unyielding, like a wolf sizing up its prey.

For a moment, I dared to meet his eyes, and in doing so, I felt a jolt run through me. My heart palpitated rapidly in my chest, its rhythm erratic and loud in my ears. I was acutely aware of every breath, every slight movement, as if the air around us was crackling with a silent, potent energy.

Finally, he stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. As I walked over to his desk, I could feel his eyes on me, intensifying the already overwhelming awareness I had of him. I grabbed my phone, clutching it like a lifeline to my chest before I turned around.

"Thank you," I murmured, avoiding his gaze, desperate to leave the room and the thick tension behind.

As I clutched my phone, a realization began to dawn on me, one that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

I'd flustered him.

He was a man who seemed to epitomize control and composure. There was something undeniably satisfying and attractive about seeing him off-balance, even if just for a moment.

However, as I turned to leave, Hunter's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"I hope your PR work isn't emulative of forgetting your phone," he said, his tone sharp, edged with frustration.

I turned back to face him, meeting his gaze squarely. My heart pounded in my chest, and a mix of annoyance and attraction coursed through me. I spoke before I could stop myself.

"Rest assured, Mr. Blackwater, my professional conduct is nothing like my occasional lapses in personal organization," I replied, my voice steady but my body betraying the intensity of my emotions.

We stared each other down, the air thick with unspoken challenges.

Finally, I broke the gaze, needing to put some physical distance between us to regain my composure. "Thank you for your time," I added, more out of professional courtesy than a desire to continue the conversation.

"And yours, Miss Davis."

"Is this how you treat all your potential business partners, Mr. Blackwater?" I retorted, my voice laced with a mix of sarcasm and challenge.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being called out. "Only those who manage to leave an impression," he shot back, his tone a blend of annoyance and something that sounded suspiciously like respect.

I crossed my arms, not willing to back down. "Well, then I suppose I should take that as a compliment. For the record, I never let personal oversights interfere with professional commitments."

Hunter leaned against his desk, his posture relaxed but his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll hold you to that, Miss Davis."

"Understood," I said, with as much sarcasm as I could muster. I didn't know why I was poking the bear, but I couldn't stop myself. I just wanted him to know that I wasn't just some pushover who wouldn't stand up for herself.

No. That wasn't me.

Hunter's gaze intensified, and for a moment, I thought he might step closer. I swallowed heavily, trying to gather myself when he paced towards me in two long strides. I took a step back, but his arm shot out and his fingers wound around the back of my neck. His hold was gentle, but firm as he pulled me in towards him.

His lips crashed into mine. The kiss was an intense rush, a mixture of the pent-up tension and the underlying current of something more that had been simmering between us. It was assertive, yet there was an unexpected softness to it, a hint of something more than just raw desire. His lips moved against mine with a fervor that matched the intensity of our earlier exchange, speaking a language that words couldn't quite capture.

I found myself responding despite my initial shock, drawn into the kiss by a force I couldn't quite understand. It was as if all the verbal sparring and the heated looks had been leading up to this. My heart raced, pounding against my chest with an intensity that mirrored the tumultuous feelings overwhelming me.

As the kiss deepened, it was like a dam had been broken. His hand on the back of my neck was both a command and a caress. For those few seconds, nothing else existed but the two of us.

When the kiss finally broke, I was left breathless, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and clarity all at once. The realization of what had just happened, of the line we had just crossed, was incredibly daunting.

Gently, he pushed me backwards, and my back pressed against the door. It closed shut behind me, the stark sound rattling through me in the ensuing silence.

I licked my lips, and his gaze glanced down to follow the tip of my tongue.

I drew my lip in between my teeth, and a feral look crossed his face.

His lips sought out mine again, and just as before, I responded. His tongue tangled with mine, owning me, claiming me, possessing me with that single kiss. His hold on me was assertive, yet there was a tenderness beneath that firm grip, a hint of something deeper, more profound than mere physical desire.

The world around us seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the passion. His lips moved with precision, calculated yet filled with a raw intensity.

When that kiss finally broke, my heart was hammering in my chest. I allowed myself to look up into his eyes, and the dark intent I saw within them made a jolt of anxious arousal shoot straight down to my clit.

I hated that my panties were soaking wet.

I hated that my nipples were hard as rocks.

I hated that I was so turned on right now.

His eyes, darkened with a mixture of desire and something deeper, held mine with a predatory focus. The set of his jaw, the slight flare of his nostrils, and the way his chest rose and fell more rapidly than before, all spoke of a raw, almost savagely animalistic desire. He stood there, his posture both commanding and slightly tense, as if he were wrestling with the urge to pull me back into his embrace.

After a moment that seemed to stretch on indefinitely, Hunter's expression shifted subtly, a hint of restraint appearing in his eyes. With deliberate care, he took my left hand in his right, his touch firm yet gentle. Then, guiding my hand, he placed it on the doorknob.

"We can forget this ever happened and you can leave now," he said, his gaze never leaving mine. "But let's not pretend that we both didn't want that, that it didn't mean something."

He was giving me a choice.

As I stood there, hand on the doorknob, a storm of emotions coursed through me. Part of me wanted to stay, to explore whatever this chemistry that was sparking between us was. Yet another part, the part anchored in reality and professional integrity, knew the implications of crossing that line.

My mind was a whirlwind of ‘shoulds' and ‘wants', each arguing its case with equal fervor. Should I walk away and keep everything strictly professional, as I had always done? Or should I give in to whatever this was between us?

I didn't know what to do.

We stood there in silence for a moment that felt like an eternity, the tension between us thick and palpable. Hunter's eyes never left mine, and in them I saw a reflection of my own turmoil, a shared understanding of the precipice we were both standing on.

Then, almost as if my body was acting on its own volition, I locked the door.

This time, I was going to give in.