Chapter 7

With work done and the meetings out of the way, I watch as the office empties out at 5pm. All except Kara, who, on closer inspection, is nowhere to be seen.

I wait for the last person to leave before wandering over to her cubicle. I don’t know what I’m expecting to find, I just had this feeling I should look. There’s nothing on her desk, nothing that tells me where she’s gone, when she might have slipped out. I open the top drawer though, still needing to know, hoping for something. There’s a post-it note on top of some papers.

You’re cold, sir. ;)

Oh, so she knew I’d be here, planned for my snooping. Okay, the little tease. I open the second drawer down. Another note.

Getting warmer.

I love her sense of humour, and this playful side is just as delicious. Taking a guess that the bottom drawer will hold the answers, I pull it open. There, on top of several files, lies a pair of white panties. And another note.

These are my spares. I was a good girl, didn’t put them on. I did slip out early to get ready for our date, though. The boss won’t mind. And if he does … well, he’ll just have to punish me for it. See you later, sir. X

I take all the notes, and the underwear, and with the biggest grin, I head home, desperate for 7pm to roll around so I can pick her up for our date.

For all the times I’ve picked her up before, the times we’ve been out for a drink, spent time together, I’m ridiculously nervous as I ring her doorbell. Nerves which leave me the second she opens the door and smiles. And the black dress she’s wearing is divine, skims over her curves, caresses each and every place I want to run my hands.

I know the moment she steps into me and runs her hands up my chest, links her fingers behind my head, that there’s no way we’re making it to the restaurant. I walk her backwards, into her home, close the door behind me as I press her against the hallway wall. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her, but I fight the urge to follow it up with a hand around her throat or one tangled in her hair. I slow the kiss, take my time, feast on her in all her glory.

I lead her then up the stairs, never once letting go of her hand, and when we enter her bedroom, I pull her to me, kiss her slowly again, reverently, taking my time. It feels like hours as we undress, kiss, fall into bed. It’s like time is standing still. And if I could freeze one moment in time, this would be the one. The one in which she’s lying in my arms, naked, warm, her skin so soft, and the possibilities endless.

I want more, though, need to know if there’s a chance for all we have and more, and so to show her how much she means to me, I do the one thing I’ve not done yet – I give her control. I lie back and pull her on top of me, her pussy hot and wet against my cock. She takes a second, unsure what to do with this new dynamic, but then she smiles, leans forward, kisses me, moves her body against mine, my cock getting coated in her juices. She takes her time, teases me, almost as if waiting for that side of me to come out and take over, but it won’t, not tonight. Tonight is all about her, reminding her she’s the most important person in my life, that she has choices and a say in what we do, where this goes.

It’s slow and sensual, it’s making love, there’s no master, no sub, no sir, no slut. There’s just us. And it’s perfect. And when we both come within seconds of one another, both reaching stratospheric heights, she once again leans down and kisses me. It’s here that I hold her to me, whisper in her ear.

“I meant what I said in the office this morning. I love you.”

She smiles, traces her fingers along my jaw. “I meant it too.”

The wave of pleasure that ripples through me has nothing to do with the orgasm I’ve just had, it’s being with her, knowing she feels the same. But I need to clarify one thing,

“You know, if you just want this part of me, if the rest is ever too much, I’m happy with that.”

Her brow wrinkles. “I want all of you, I’ve always wanted all of you. You’re never too much. I want you to punish me, spank me, hell, I want you to rip my tights and take me against the wall the second we get through the door, demand I go play with myself and come for you in the work toilets, need you to take me out with one of those devices in my undies where you have the controls and make me come right there in the pub, the street, at work. Evan, I’m all in, have been from day one.”

She couldn’t get any more perfect if she tried. Hold on, day one?

“Day one?” I ask, confusion sweeping through me.

“Yeah, you didn’t know? I fancied the arse off you the moment I saw you, my very first day at work, and after the Easter outing, spending time with you, getting to know you, it wasn’t exactly hard to fall for you.”

Huh. I guessed she liked me, but there was that message.

“I suppose I thought you just wanted to be friends with benefits. After the brush off the morning after the Easter party, I kind of—”

“Brush off?” She’s still straddling me, her hand stroking my stomach. “There was no brush off.”

“The message the morning after. You said you didn’t want things to be awkward, said you’d been wasted, apologised.”

She rolls her eyes. “That wasn’t a brush off, that was me thinking you wouldn’t want anything more, apologising so I didn’t lose you entirely. Your friendship means everything, you mean everything. If anything, I should have apologised for not inviting you in, because that’s what I really wanted to do.”

“Really?”

“Why do you think I get jealous when other women are in your office? I’m in love with you, you bloody idiot.”

I pull her to me, wrap my arms around her, and kiss her gently. “You’ve nothing to be jealous about. I only want one woman, haven’t so much thought about, let alone looked at another since you walked into my life. Now, let’s cuddle up because of all the fantasies I’ve ever wanted to play out with you, this is the one I want most, us, together.”

She lies beside me, head resting on my shoulder as I curl my arm around her and pull her impossibly closer.

“I want that too,” she whispers.

“Good, but don’t forget, I’ve not forgotten you left work early today without permission. I’ll punish you for that tomorrow, but for now, I want us to just be us.”

She snuggles in, a tremble running through her. “I can’t wait. I love you.”

“I love you too, my good girl.”

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