This right here was the stuff fantasies and dreams were made of. I was suddenly looking forward to a million days of this—me, Matt and Rachel being a family.

“We’re going to have to really learn how to get creative if we’re going to have sex, aren’t we?” he asked in a light tone, showcasing just how sated and relaxed he was.

“I guess so. Rachel will preoccupy most of our time during the day.” Fear that he might regret that fact took hold of me and I tensed up. I never really considered what a change in lifestyle it might be for him to suddenly have a kid underfoot.

“I don’t mind,” he reassured me, knowing me enough to know I was nervous. “She’s a great kid.”

“She is.” I relaxed a little at his words and the sincerity in his voice.

“I hope she’ll call me Dad one day,” he whispered sounding so vulnerable. That’s when I realized that he was probably just as scared as I was about making this work. It made me love him even more.

“I hope so too,” I concurred.

“When do you want to move in?” he asked after a few minutes of content silence.

“I need time to pack.”

“The house is furnished. All you need is to bring you and our girl over there.”

Our girl. My heart, which was already full, burst upon hearing him describe Rachel as his.

“I want to box up the items with sentimental value. The rest I’ll donate to Goodwill,” I explained. “How about on my next Sunday off? Two weeks from now?”

“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss behind my ear before pulling out of me and righting our clothes.

“Thank you,” I told him once we were settled again, him spooning me as we watched the rise and fall of Rachel’s tiny little chest.

“For what?”

“For loving me enough to not give up. For wanting to be a father to Rachel. For coming back for me. The list is endless really.”

“I’ll make a deal with you,” was his unexpected response.

“Okay. Shoot.”

“As a thank you, all I need is for you to spend the rest of your life loving me back and proving that all the heartache was worth it in the end.”

Was there ever really a question that was going to happen? Hardly.

“Deal.”

“I love you, Miranda. Always have and always will.”

“Love you too, Matt.”

And just like in the fairytales, we all lived happily ever after.

UNDER THE DESK

ONE

“Mr. Kensington will see you now, sir.”

The older, balding man in front of my desk stood and graced me with a smile before walking over to the wooden door and disappearing behind it.

I sat back in my chair with a huff. What I wouldn’t give for Marcus Kensington to see me. I had been trying to get his attention for almost a full year now. Ever since I got transferred upstairs to serve the CEO, I’d wanted to serve the CEO.

He was rich, successful, intelligent and sexy as hell. The way he commanded a boardroom left me breathless and drenched. The little smirk he gave me whenever he thought I wasn’t looking was downright lethal. With his midnight dark hair, piercing green eyes and sex appeal that poured off him in buckets, he was the desire of every woman that came within a five-mile radius of him. And yet the man was completely oblivious.

I’d tried everything from popping a few extra buttons on my blouse to bending over in front of him to not so subtly spreading my legs in my chair while he stood in front of me. Nothing seemed to work. It was as if he were gay. Not that it mattered if he were, but how else could you explain a forty year old, single and virile man not giving hungry looks to twenty-four year old pussy when it was on display?

He wasn’t gay though, so I was completely clueless as to why he hadn’t yet made his move. In all the time I’d known him, he’d had one relationship and that one lasted two months. It was the longest two months of my life. Knowing his cock was inside that cold redhead churned my stomach. It should have been my pussy warming his cock. I’d have wrapped him up all nice and snug, he wouldn’t ever want to leave.

The worst part of dealing with that woman was that she was haughty and condescending whenever he wasn’t around. My fantasies of smacking her upside the head were almost as frequent as my fantasies about being fucked properly by my boss.

I wanted him to bend me over the copier and fuck me with my breasts pressed to the glass. I wanted to suck him off under his desk while he did a teleconference with London. I wanted to ride him in his executive chair while looking out the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. I wanted him to press me up against the glass tiles in his executive washroom and fuck me while the sounds of the shower drowned out my screams. My list of wants was endless.

Most of all, I just needed to know what his cock would feel like between my lips and deep inside my pussy. The logistics of when and where didn’t really matter, as long as I finally got my wish.

The wooden door opened and the balding man marched out, his face red and his jowls shaking. He turned back towards the doorway and barked, “This isn’t over, Kensington! You can’t just sell my company out from under me!”

Just then my dangerously dark and handsome boss appeared in the doorway. His face was a picture of calm aloofness. “That’s where you’re wrong, Lowell. I already have.”

I practically panted at their showdown. This right here was why I found Marcus so damn alluring. He was commanding, in charge and downright devilish. He chewed people up and spit them out like it was no big deal. It was just so damn sexy.

Once Lowell had gone, in a huff of curse words and empty threats, I swiveled my chair towards Marcus, who seemed focused on the now empty space. My blood was pumping. My heart was pounding. My pussy was slick with arousal.

Marcus’s gaze cut to mine and his arctic stare began to warm. “Could you pick me up some lunch, Amanda?”

God, I loved the way he said my name. His husky tone and the way his tongue curled around each syllable made my insides melt.

“What are you hungry for, sir?” I asked in a low voice, while spreading my legs as wide as they would go in my chair. My skirt—already too short for the office—rode up my thighs. His gaze dipped ever so briefly. Just a millisecond, but I still caught it.

Triumph coursed through my veins. He had never responded to my advances in any way before.

Using this change in reaction to my advantage, I adjusted in my seat, my skirt sliding to reveal even more of my creamy skin. At this point I knew the red lace thong I was wearing was showing. The cool air touching my hot skin was like an erotic kiss.

His eyes skated back down to where I was blatantly exposing myself to him, locking there for several seconds. His throat worked as he swallowed. He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “that.”

I gave him a coy smile as I asked innocently, “What did you say, sir?”

“What?” he stammered. His eyes slowly journeyed back up to my face. “Oh right. Yes. The usual please.”

He retreated into his office as quickly as he could. There were practically burn marks on the carpet he moved so fast.

Well, well. I seemed to have found a crack in that stony façade after all. With a smile of pure triumph and a renewed purpose, I rose from my chair and went to get us both some lunch.

TWO

“Come on. Come on,” I chanted, bouncing up and down waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The doors finally opened and I bound inside, vigorously hitting the button to close the door. Enclosed in the safe confines of the car, I slumped against the wall, thankful no one saw me in my workout gear and sloppy ponytail.