Okay! This is it. I’m going crazy. I’m a grown-ass man who can have almost any woman he wants. Yet, here I am, wishing I had Harper.

           She’s causing me to go crazy. And here I was concerned that she was the crazy one. I have to talk to her. I have to touch her. I have to smell her. I have to…Jesus! I sound like a crazed madman.

           As I sit in my office, I realize all I wish for is for her to walk in and rush up to me and kiss me. That’s a lot to ask for considering we had a bad leave off. She and I both could have made better decisions. But instead, we are so far from the better decisions.

           “Sir.” Miranda, one of my new receptionists, grabs my attention.

           “Yes?” I ask, feeling myself growing in my pants. Miranda is attractive, but calling me sir is just a massive turn-on for me in general. And oddly enough, I tell every one of my receptionists to never call me sir. So, why the fuck is she calling me sir?

           She smiles. “There is a lady here to see you and…”

           “Jesus!” I roll my eyes. “Let me guess. Her name is Megan. Can you please tell her I’m in a meeting?”

           She nods. “I can. But her name isn’t Megan. It’s Harper.”

           My knee hits my desk as I shoot up, my heart sinking and my body pulsing at a level I’ve never felt. “Send her in.”

           She smiles and nods. “Sure.”

           I stand in anticipation, nervous and not surprisingly aroused. My heart is beating out of my chest, and my stomach has butterflies. FUCK! I am the one who’s in control. I’m a man! I’ve never had butterflies a day in my fucking life. Why now?

           Because I have feelings for this woman. It’s not just about the sex…although I need sex so fucking bad. But it’s about the truth. And the truth is I have some strong ass feelings for her.

           “Five minutes,” Harper says with a serious look on her face.

           She’s fucking beautiful! Not a single thing about her has changed. But she’s so God Damn beautiful! My heart flutters as she walks in, and my body vibrates on an entirely different universal level than I’ve ever felt.

           “Hi to you too.” I say, quickly stepping around the desk to hug her.”

           She raises her hands. “Don’t touch me, Noah.”

           I pause, confused. “I’m sorry. It’s just a hug.”

           She swallows, and a small smile wants to form on her face, but she holds it back. “I can’t fucking hug you. You’re my kryptonite, and I cannot let you touch me. I’m not here to fuck. I’m here to hear what you have to say. I’ve gone through all of your messages, and I’m giving you five minutes of my time. That’s it.”

           I slide my fingers along her arm and watch as her eyes light up with a wild and confused look. She looks aroused by my slightest touch. “Close my door,” I command.

           She does as she’s told, and she steps back to me, her body mere centimeters away from mine. We are so close I could kiss her lips with the slightest move of my face.

           I exhale and adjust my tie. “You’re beautiful. And just the fact that you exist puts a smile on my face. If I can’t have you, then so be it. But I’m not going to give up on you because of whatever dumb thing we went through. I can’t sit here and tell you I love you. But I can tell you this. When you walked in, I felt like I could cry, and I don’t fucking cry.”

           She shakes her head, her eyes waving with a soft confusion. “Why would you cry?”

           I shrug. “Happiness, I guess? I don’t know. I like to fuck. I like to be in control. I like to fight if necessary. I am the dominant one. I don’t fucking cry. I cried when my ex-bitch left. But I didn’t cry for long. I have feelings inside of me that I’ve never felt. And I was fucking married. These feelings didn’t exist…”

           “What do they feel like?” She asks, tilting her head and coming closer to me. “I told you not to hug me, but now, you’re making me want to hug you…Noah.”

           “I can’t explain the feelings. It’s like I lost something and got it back every time you walk in the room. It’s like when I’m about to wear my favorite shirt only to find out it hasn’t been cleaned. And then when I find it cleaned, I’m the happiest fucking person on this planet. That’s what this feels like. And that’s the only way to explain it.”

           “That sounds like love, Noah. But you can’t love me. You said it yourself. You’d never be able to trust or love anyone again.”

           “Maybe,” I say and lower my head.

           She slides her fingers underneath my chin, raising my head to look back at her. “You’re not like this, Noah. This was a big part of the reason why I left.”

           “But I need this,” I argue, wanting to kiss her so fucking badly.

           So do it.

           My hands are quick to wrap around her wrists, quickly pinning her against my office door. Her lips connect to mine before I can breathe.

           Our tongues collide, and this is it. This is what I want. There is nothing more than to have this with her and only her.

           My body thrusts against hers as my heart pounds and my cock rapidly expands. My balls are so fucking tight they hurt, and my mind wants her and only her.

           Her minty breath makes me want to bite down on her lip and control her movements. Her wrists pressing against my hands make me want to tie her up and bend her over.

           I’m growing hot, and my body wants to bust out of my clothes. I want her naked and Fucking hell! I want her so damn bad.