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As it turns out, the tension continues to build between us for two more months.

We’ve started texting each other outside of the office.

He started it when he texted asking whether I wanted to meet in front of the window the next day. I answered with a very quick yes , and then I asked him to send me a dick pic. The rest was history, and now we exchange dirty sexts throughout the day.

That turned into sending each other memes, which turned into longer conversations over text message when we’re apart.

It’s like he’s my boyfriend, but he’s not. I know he’s a busy man given the club he owns along with other business ventures, yet he makes time for me. He seeks out time for me, which is a completely different ballgame.

I’m crawling out of my skin with need for him at our Monday meeting, and I’m not sure how much longer I can take it.

“You got it, boss,” I say at the end of the meeting, and Troy’s eyes heat over at my nickname for him.

In all the months I’ve been working here, he’s kept true to his word. He hasn’t touched me, though we’ve had plenty of hot and heavy through the window moments together.

Membership has grown exponentially thanks to a variety of factors including my own marketing expertise, and I feel like I’ve made a real impact on this community.

And I’ve also gotten to know Troy as we both spend hours and hours each day together.

I like him. He’s become a friend.

A friend I masturbate in front of frequently and that I want like I’ve never wanted anybody before in my entire life, but a friend nonetheless.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” Troy asks as I get up to leave.

“Of course.”

Victor and James head back to their offices, and it’s just Troy and me in his office.

He clears his throat. “I’m torn, Sapphire,” he says, calling me by my last name.

“Over what?”

“You.”

My brows pinch together as my hand rushes to my chest in confusion. “Me?”

He nods, keeping his cool as always. “You. I want you to be mine, and I know you feel it. I know you want it. I don’t want to just watch you through the window. I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I want to do dark and dirty things to your body. I want to make your every fantasy come to life. But I also don’t want to lose the best assistant I’ve ever had.”

My jaw slackens as I find myself without words.

He clears his throat and forges ahead before I get a chance to come up with something witty to say to all that. “I’m also going to be spending fewer hours here in the coming months.”

“Why?” I ask.

“I’m sure you’ve heard about the baseball expansion team coming to Vegas. The general manager has expressed interest in having me manage the team. We’ll need to build an entire front office staff…including a marketing department, and I’d like you to interview.”

Whoa.

“I’ve seen the way you use your marketing skills here, and you’ve got real talent. You wouldn’t be working directly for me over there.” His words are laden with meaning. I wouldn’t be working for him, so we could be together. “But like I said, I can’t lose you as my assistant.”

I stand up and walk around the table we’re seated at, and I stop in front of him. “What if I was more of a…partner?” I suggest.

“A partner?” he asks, looking up at me as I stare down at him, the power dynamic seeming to shift for us in this moment.

“You know, the woman who helps book your travel and cooks your meals and spends the night at your house.”

He chuckles. “My daughter does live with me, so maybe we spend the night at your place until we’re ready for what comes next.”

“Or maybe we just spend the night here in the dark red room.”

He reaches for me and slides his hand around my back, pulling me down on top of him on the chair. I’m in his arms for the first time ever, and it feels nothing less than exactly right. I straddle his lap, and his eyes burn into mine. “Tell me you quit.”

“I quit,” I say automatically, and his lips slam to mine.

His hand finds the back of my head, and he holds me in place there as he gives me the kind of kiss I feel all the way down into my toes. His tongue brushes against mine, and I’ve kissed more than a few men in my thirty-plus years, but this is different.

This is sophisticated and intriguing and butterfly-inducing. It’s thrilling and spicy and sexy. It’s filled with want and need and desire as all the months of need culminate in this one connection.

It feels very much like the last first kiss I’ll ever have as he tightens his hold around me.

It started out with lust, and it moved to friendship, and now it’s shifting into something else entirely, something meaningful and beautiful.

He shifts his hips up, and I feel the beautiful cock I’ve watched him palm so many times as it hardens beneath me. I drive my own hips down over him, and he growls into my mouth as he keeps kissing me.

He shoves his hips up again, and I groan.

I break from his mouth to whimper, “Fuck me, Troy.”

That’s all it takes. He grabs me up into his arms and sets me on the edge of his desk and a second later his face plunges between my thighs as he slides my panties to the side with his finger and he licks his way through my pussy. I lean back onto my elbows as I give into the pleasure of finally, finally having his mouth on my body.

“Holy fuck, that’s some good pussy,” Troy murmurs against my wet skin. I remember the first time we met and how good I thought his scruff would feel between my legs, and I wasn’t wrong. It’s magical, all of it…this man’s mouth and what he can do with it, the rough shadow of a beard grazing my thighs.

I already feel myself falling apart beneath his touch. He pushes a finger inside me then adds a second, and I let out a soft moan.

“That’s it, kitten, come for me.” Hearing his soft and dirty words blow against my heat brings me to some other plane where all that matters is this. Us. Desire and need and want as it manifests into this beautiful moment where we’re finally together. I fall apart, my body pulsing with relief after wanting this for so damn long, knowing this night is far from over but only getting started.

Once my body stops trembling, he helps me sit up.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Never better,” I murmur.

“Then get down on your knees and suck my cock,” he commands. I scramble to give him exactly what he needs, kneeling down as he pulls himself out of his pants.

“So beautiful,” I say. It’s the thought that’s always in my mind when I watch him through the window, but now it’s right in front of me, dripping with need. I lick the tip and taste him for the first time as he lets out a soft growl. “You like that, boss?”

“Fuck yes I like it,” he mutters. He grabs onto the back of my head like he did when he kissed me, but this time he shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I grip on around his hips and let him move in and out of my mouth at his own pace. He murmurs soft encouragement as I work. “Good girl. That’s right, kitten. Take it all.” And after a few moments where he fucks my mouth, he grunts. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

He does, shoving to the back of my throat as he explodes in my mouth. In the past, maybe this would’ve made me gag, but with Troy it just feels right. It feels sexy and hot as I give him everything he’s asking for.

He pulls out when he’s done, but not before I suck him clean. He tucks himself back into his pants and leans over to catch my lips with his. I taste myself on his tongue just like he must taste himself on mine.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says. “ You are fucking incredible.”

“Right back at you, boss.”

“I’m forty years old and I swear to God I thought I was going to come in my pants when I first tasted your pussy, kitten,” he says.

“Kitten?”

He shrugs as he runs a knuckle along my cheek. “Fierce like a fucking lioness, but the little kitten moans you make when you come will be the soundtrack to my dreams.”

My cheeks redden at his words.

“That was some nice foreplay, but I believe the lady requested a fuck, and I’m nothing if not a pleaser,” he says.

I giggle. “Don’t you need a minute to recharge?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve solely fucked my hand since the day I met you and I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of you now that I’ve had a taste.”

The feeling is mutual.

My chest warms. He told me to wait for him, but I didn’t know he was waiting for me, too.