Every night, we made dinner together, and I was even teaching Nathan how to cook. We became very domesticated, and I had to admit it was…nice. More than nice. It was bonding on a whole new intimate level.

It was hard to be locked together in the office all day and unable to tell him I loved him, or kiss him, or ravage him – one of my favorite things. Just talking was difficult. I couldn’t wait for the day when we would be free to express our feelings at any time. In order to do that, one of us would have to leave, and I wasn’t ready for that yet.

Jack was close to rolling out the new policy, but we weren’t safe, even under the new rules. We both knew time was winding down, but what we didn’t know was how long we had to make any decisions.

It was a month after our first official date that a large arrangement of flowers was delivered to my desk. Unfortunately we weren’t alone when the delivery was made; Caroline and Tiffany were also in the office.

I pulled the card from the bouquet and opened it up. My heart swelled while I read the words, while listening to Caroline gushing about the bouquet.

My heart is in your hands, keep me safe. I love you.

Christopher

I couldn’t help the smile that lit up my face as I read and reread the words written on the card. I’d never been sent flowers, and to have Nathan do it almost brought tears to my eyes. It was a way for him to communicate without speaking. Christopher—my Nathan.

I scowled, however, when the card was ripped from my hand. I glared at Nathan, who had Tiffany peering over his shoulder, as he gazed at the card.

“What mush. You know, most guys who send you flowers are trying to make you overlook that they’re cheating on you. I bet he’s cheating on you,” Tiffany said, trying to knock me down a peg from my flower receiving high.

Nathan tossed the card back over to me. “He sounds like a pu**y to me.”

“Oh, shut it, Thorne, you’re ruining my moment,” I shot back. My smile returned when I looked over the words again, warmth spreading through me. Love. I was loved.

He shook his head. “I don’t get women and flowers.”

“It’s sweet. A reminder you’re thinking of us when we’re apart,” Caroline said as she took a whiff of one of the roses.

“What about the man?”

Caroline turned to Nathan. “Well, enlighten us, what would a man want?”

Nathan thought for a moment, a smile on his lips.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re thinking dirty thoughts, aren’t you?”

He grinned wide, and I shook my head as plans sparked in my head.

It was after six when I deemed the office empty enough for what I had planned. Getting up from my chair, I moved to the door and shut it, turning the lock. Nathan’s eyes shot to me at the sound, his eyebrow quirking at my actions.

I stalked over to him, his body turning in his chair to face me, stopping when I was two feet in front of him. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands reaching out to his belt buckle.

“Delilah?” he asked, licking his lips and scooting his hips farther down the chair.

I palmed him, moaning at the feeling of him hardening beneath my touch. I leaned forward and nuzzled his cock, my teeth grabbing hold of his zipper and pulling.

“Fuck, baby.” His hips rocked up against my mouth as he hissed, his c**k hard and ready.

I freed him and licked from base to tip, swirling my tongue around before taking him into my mouth. Humming, I worked my way down, all the way to the base before sliding back up. I could hear him panting above me, whispering profanities; his head tilted back, eyes closed.

“Is this the man’s equivalent of flowers?” I asked, sucking him back into my mouth.

“Mmm, getting close, baby.”

He grabbed my hands and lifted me off the ground, his c**k falling from my lips, and he pulled me to him. My legs opened up as he helped me hike up my skirt so I could straddle his hips. The heat of his erection could be felt through the satin of my panties as I rocked against him, teasing him.

He grabbed the sides of my face and brought my lips to his in a searing kiss. His hands kneaded their way down my waist to my hips, one circling around the front to pull my panties aside. Our kiss broke apart, and I angled up a bit so he could slide right into my aching pu**y.

We both cried out as he filled me.

“Too long since you’ve been wrapped around me.”

I lifted my hips and began to ride him. “And you call me the insatiable one.”

He chuckled and nipped at my jaw. “Can you blame me? Fucking sexy ass, and then you come on to me by dropping to your knees? Fuck, baby, do you really think I wouldn’t want to f**k my little whore?”

I moaned as his dirty talk kicked in.

“Too slow,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Can’t take it?”

“Fuck no!” he exclaimed and stood, setting me on his desk and brushing piles of papers aside to lay me back. “Hold on.”

My two favorite words.

My hands grabbed the desk edge as he quickly slid all the way in.

It was hard, fast, and dirty. Neither of us could deny the excitement that came with having sex in the office, the thrill of the possibility of getting caught.

I would miss it when the end came, but until then I was going to enjoy every second of it.

On Wednesday night he said he had a surprise for me, and I had to be airplane travel ready at the end of the workday on Friday, complete with a swimsuit. He knew I’d never flown before, and the only swimming I had ever done was in the college pool when I took a beginner’s swimming class. This left me calling up Caroline and Erin, begging for help to find a swimsuit on short notice at the end of the summer.

The next day I was standing in Caroline’s office holding up a tiny scrap of white fabric.

“What is this?” I refused to acknowledge what she said it was.

“It’s your bathing suit.”

“No, this is a scrap of white cloth barely able to cover my ni**les and slit if I’m f**king lucky!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me, missy. You needed a bathing suit, I found you one. A hard feat with the season over.”

My teeth clenched. “You did this on purpose.”

She laughed. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because you like to torture me.”

She smiled at me, and I glared back. I was right.

Somehow Caroline eventually managed to convince me to wear the tiny white bikini she found on a clearance rack. I about died when I looked at the small scraps of fabric, but I had to admit it looked good on. While I had no problem wearing it for Nathan, he’d seen me in much less very often; it was everyone else we might encounter who concerned me.