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“If I’d known you were going to do that to me, I would have told you ages ago I loved you,” she says.

I laugh softly and kiss her again. Her saying she loves me is something I will never get sick of hearing, even if we both were to somehow live forever.



Ifeel like I’m floating on air. I have felt like this since Tyler and I said I love you to each other. I knew I had fallen for him long before we actually said the words, but I also knew that we had both said we wanted to take things slowly, so I kept it quiet, but then when he said it to me first, I realized that we were kidding ourselves. It was one thing to say we were taking it slow, but that didn’t mean it was actually going to happen. You can’t stop yourself from falling in love once you start, no matter how much you try to slow it down.

I have to keep pinching myself to make sure that it’s real. It sort of feels too good to be real, and I keep thinking that I’ll wake up one day and it will all have been a dream. Either that or something will go wrong, and I’ll lose Tyler for good. I tell myself it’s stupid, that I’m just being paranoid, and each time the feeling comes over me, I manage to push it away and go back to my walking on air feeling, but it’s annoying. I have never felt like this before, and I guess it’s because Tyler is the first person I’ve been afraid of losing. I don’t want to spend all of my time with him afraid though. I want to have fun with him, enjoy our time together. I have to find a way to stop myself from overthinking everything.

Tyler and I sat down the other day and had a good talk about our relationship and everything. We decided that now we are officially together and in love, it seems pointless keeping it a secret at work. Having said that, we both agreed that we’re not going to start with the whole PDA thing. I want to be taken seriously at work and that’s not going to happen if I get seen kissing the boss or holding his hand. We also agreed that some sort of announcement would be pretty tacky, so we came to the conclusion that we weren’t actually going to go off into work and spread the word, but it was just no longer a secret. There is a difference. We worked it out.

Like if someone asks me what I did over the weekend, I’ll tell the truth and say I did whatever with Tyler and if he wants to make plans with me for after work, it will no longer have to be whispered behind closed doors. So yeah. We’re not going to be cheesy and do a big ridiculous announcement, but we’re not going to be doing anything to keep our relationship a secret either.

Tyler did say he wanted to tell Jack. As his business partner, he felt like it should come from him rather than it being brought to Jack’s attention through the office grapevine, and I completely understood that and told him it was fine. So far, he’s the only person who knows at work, or at least I think he is. I’m sure plenty of others suspect something is going on when we leave together and arrive together, often in the same car, but no one has actually come and asked me or Tyler about it.

As is our new normal, we arrive in the office parking lot together in Tyler’s car. We get out and walk across the parking lot together and enter the building. At this point in our journey, anyone seeing us together could assume we had just crossed paths in the building, and I relax a little bit. It’s not that I don’t want people here to know about Tyler and me; it’s just that I don’t particularly want to become the next piece of juicy office gossip. I know it will happen once the truth gets out. But, I kind of like having him all to myself, the stolen kisses, the long, lingering glances when no one else is looking.

Oh well, I tell myself, at least they’re talking about me for something I’m happy about and not criticizing me for a mistake I’ve made or something. And it’s not like people knowing about us will make me want to stop looking at Tyler or stop kissing him.

We get into the elevator and stand at the back as more and more people crowd in. When the doors close and the elevator car starts moving, Tyler reaches out and rubs his hand over my ass. I give him a stop it look but he just grins at me and runs his fingers up my spine sending goosebumps rushing over my skin.

He brings his hand to the front of my body and runs it over my stomach and down between my legs. He presses his fingers against me, rubbing me through my dress. I have to fight not to moan and draw attention to myself. I love this, the fact that we could get caught at any second makes me so wet. But at the same time, I’m worried that the combination of how turned on I am, and Tyler’s probing fingers will leave a wet patch on the front of my dress. That would not be a good look for me.

We reach our floor without anyone noticing Tyler’s probing fingers or my flustered state and Tyler steps off the elevator without looking back as I follow him, now feeling even more flustered and frustrated, my clit screaming for more. When the elevator doors ping closed behind us, Tyler looks over his shoulder at me and grins.

“What the fuck was that?” I hiss.

“Just a little something for you to remember me by when you’re in your office alone,” he says.

I feel a pulse of desire go through me and I shake my head.

“Like I could forget you,” I say. “How about a keyring next time?”

Tyler throws his head back and laughs and I can’t help but join him, my pretense of being mad at him slipping away. We reach the point where we have to go our separate ways.

“See you later,” Tyler says. He drops his voice to barely above a whisper. “Don’t even think about finishing yourself off in there. I’ll be doing that for you after work tonight.”

Another pulse of desire goes through me, and I can’t find my voice, so I just nod my head. God Tyler is so fucking sexy when he gives me commands like that. We part and I head for my office, knowing that not touching myself and bringing forth the release I need is going to be torture, but also knowing that I won’t do it. I will wait until tonight knowing that every excruciating second will be worth it.

I reach my office, hang my purse up and go into my bathroom. I stand up on my tip toes so I can see my crotch area in the mirror. There’s no wet patch and I breathe a sigh of relief.

I head back out of the bathroom and into my main office where I sit down. I wiggle on the seat, trying to find a way to sit that doesn’t tease my clit. I barely manage it, but I know I have to find a way to get on with my work and ignore the delicious throbbing feeling between my legs. Somehow, I manage to get through my emails and when my secretary comes to my office with a few telephone messages and some papers for me to look over and sign, she doesn’t look at me like there is anything amiss.

By the time my lunch time meeting with Scarlet rolls around, I’ve found a way to live with the buzzing feeling inside of myself and still work properly, which is good, because I can’t let her down again and I don’t want to go against Tyler’s sexy command.

The meeting with Scarlet goes really well and she approves ninety percent of my drawings which is more than I was expecting for a first draft mock up. Even the changes she’s requested aren’t anything major and I leave the restaurant feeling full and happy and ready to tackle the next stage of the design.

I’m concentrating so hard that I don’t immediately notice Tyler approaching my open office door, but after a moment, it registers with me that I can feel eyes on me, and I look up. I smile when I see Tyler leaning against the door frame.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says. “You look like you were well engrossed there.”

“I was,” I say. “But I can take five minutes off.” I beckon him over. “Come on in and I’ll show you what I’m working on.”

Tyler comes over and stands behind me. I talk him through my design, including the spherical swimming pool I promised Scarlet.

“Wow,” he says when I finish. “This is really good. That pool is spectacular.”