India wipes her own eyes. "Well, it was more than just a kiss. I'd say you definitely got to second base."

I smile and pull her closer, and she slides her arms around my neck.

"More than second, if you think of it. I mean, I was sucking your nipples," I say and run my fingers over her breast, over her nipple, which is still hard underneath her bra. "That has to count at least for half-way between second and third."

We stand in each other's arms and enjoy the moment.

"So, are we going to do this?" she asks.

I run a finger down her throat to her breast. "Do what?"

She narrows her eyes, because she knows that I know exactly what she means.

"Do whatever this is." She points between us.

"What is this?"

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I want you to answer."

I grin. "What do you want it to be?"

"I want it to be real."

"Oh, it's real," I say and press my hips against her so that she can feel my erection, which hasn't calmed down just yet.

She groans when she feels it. I want her to imagine how it would feel inside of her.

"I don't want to share you," she says, and I know that's the real issue. That's what's holding her back.

"I'm not into threesomes," I reply, jokingly because I would definitely be with India.

She pulls back and forces me to look in her eyes. "I mean it. I want you to mean it, too. If you can't be exclusive, I don't want to start anything."

"It's already started, India. In case you didn't realize that sucking a woman's nipples usually means you're intimate."

"You're in the heat of the moment. You're vulnerable to my womanly charms."

"I am," I say with a chuckle. "Very vulnerable. But I've been vulnerable to your womanly charms since I met you. It was you who resisted me."

She pulls out of my arms and puts some distance between us. "We should hold off and think about this. Think about what it will mean to our business relationship. To our futures. I don't want to fuck things up."

"I want to fuck you," I say and move back closer to her, pulling her hard against my body. "Tell me you don’t want to just finish things right now, with me bending you over there on the desk like I've imagined."

She closes her eyes. "You imagined that?"

I don’t reply. Instead I pull her against me harder.

Yeah, I imagined it. I imagined taking her in my office so many times, or her office – or the staff lounge – hell, anywhere. My body wants it. Her body wants it. I don't understand why she's so damn afraid of just doing what we both want and need.

"We need to seriously think about this before anything else ha

ppens, Jon." She pulls away again.

"Okay," I say, disappointment and frustration in my voice. "If you want us to think about it, we will. How long do I have to think about it?"

"How long do you think we need?"

"India," I say with a sigh. "I've been thinking about it for years."

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