Never Got Over You

My entire body shook wildly, and I screamed his name as he brought me over the edge and into an orgasm.

Panting, I shut my eyes and felt him finally letting go of my thighs. He caressed my legs and pressed kisses against my skin until I looked up at him again.

I swallowed as he stared at me, turned on more than ever. No man had ever done that to me, and I had a feeling that I was going to remember that for the rest of my life.

“Do you still feel stressed?” he asked, looking genuine.

I shook my head. “Not at all.”

“Hmmm.” He pressed a hand against my stomach and smirked. “I’m not convinced. I think you need a little more.”

“One more time?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“No.” He pushed my legs up again. “I need to taste you at least three more times…”

like we never were

“DID YOU HEAR THAT MISS Kennedy let go of the lowest performers on her first day?” “I heard she pulled the hot cocoa campaign and pushed up the national cappuccino shoot.” “I’m pretty sure she’s done more here in three weeks than the last directors did in three years…”

I tossed a tennis ball to Blue as the board members fawned over Kate via conference call. As much as I wanted to rain on their parade of praise, there was nothing I could say.

For the first time in forever (Okay, never), the entire marketing team was beating me to work every day. Per Kate’s leadership, they were required to arrive at five o’clock in the morning, and in exchange they could leave work at one in the afternoon. They were two weeks ahead of schedule for our new luxury coffee menu, and to my surprise, I had no desire to fire any of them yet.

Probably because she already did it.

Even though her department was thriving, my work was suffering and she was the reason to blame. I wasn’t able to focus knowing that she was roaming my hallways, working with my staff. I couldn’t bear to look at her, but I also couldn’t resist looking at her.

Every dress she wore was somehow sexier than the one before it, and I struggled to pay attention to the words that fell from her lips whenever we were in the same room.

“Did you see that she just sent us a new email?” Carol giggled like a schoolgirl on the call. “Anyone care if I read it aloud?”

I hit mute on their ongoing love-fest, and gently pulled the ball from Blue’s mouth. I tossed it again and waited for him to return.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Do you think Kate and I can be cordial and just forget everything that happened between us before?”

He didn’t answer. He just returned the ball.

“Do you think I should fire her?”

He barked five times.

Five times is always a ‘no’.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK! A sudden knock was at my door, but before I could answer it, Kate stepped inside wearing a violet dress and stunning silver heels. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and I felt my cock stiffen in my pants.

“Can I have a few minutes of your time, Mr. Holmes?”

“You’ve already walked into my office,” I said. “I guess so.”

She walked closer, stopping when Blue moved in front of her.

I waited for him to bark in defense, like he did whenever I didn’t personally invite someone into my office, but he simply licked her hand.

What the hell?

She patted his head before narrowing her eyes at me. “I think I need to report an employee for harassment.”

“Oh?” I raised my eyebrow. “I’ve heard nothing but praise for you, Miss Kennedy. I can’t imagine who would risk getting fired by making you want to quit.”

“I never said I wanted to quit.” She crossed her arms. “But the person in question seems to be hell-bent on making me turn in a resignation letter.”

“Would you like me to file a police report?”

“I would like you to stop.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say those words to me.,” I said. “I prefer when I’m allowed to keep going.”

“Stop sending me these indirect threats, Mr. Holmes.” She glared at me. “I just want to do my job, be the professional that you clearly are not, and enjoy my career as a marketing director.”

“With all due respect, Miss Kennedy, I think you’re falsely accusing me. I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

“You didn’t just send me this email?” She slammed a copy of it onto my desk, and I opened my drawer—putting on my reading glasses.

SUBJECT: 4, 2, & 7…

Dear Miss “Kennedy,”

I noticed that you came into work at four in the morning, a full hour before your team. You looked very unhappy, and I know for a fact that there is someone else who you make unhappy with your presence, so I’ve taken the liberty of including two versions of a resignation letter. (One is short and direct. The other is a bit more personal and makes it clear that you were never going to stay true to your promise anyway, but that’s beside the point.)