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  Holy shit! This is insane. I thought to myself when the office phone buzzed again. Murphy is just on the other side of that door. I wonder if he can hear my heart beating from all the way out there because it is really fucking loud. I had to take another deep breath. I turned the chair a bit more so that the only thing that could be seen from the door were my socked feet. All of the sudden I heard the door handle turning.

  “Oh and Murphy,” Abby called him back so he wouldn’t just burst in the office and would hopefully close and lock the door behind him once Abby handed him the message, “Miss Harper left this message for you.”

  “When? When did she call? Why didn’t you let me know earlier?” Murphy sounded annoyed and I felt bad for Abby. I’d have to make sure that he apologized for speaking to her like that because of me.

  “I actually texted you about five minutes ago, you must have been in the elevator.” She actually sounded quite cheerful, almost trying to hold back a laugh.

  “I’m sorry I jumped down your throat. I’m going to return this call. Please hold all of my calls until I let you know otherwise.” I heard his hand on the handle again. “Thank you for reaching out to me right away, Abby.”

  “Not a problem, Murphy. I hope you get a hold of Miss Harper.”

  “You and me both.” The office door closed and I heard his footsteps head towards the office bathroom. I sighed knowing I’d have to wait a bit longer for him to notice me in his office. I had to hold back another chuckle when, after the toilet flushed and the faucet water shut off, my cell phone that was in my purse across the office started ringing. All of a sudden the bathroom door swung open. “What the…” Murphy started towards the couch when he must have looked around his office and caught sight of my legs. His chair back was so high that the rest of my body was completely hidden from his sight. “Woman, I’ve gotta tell ya...I’ve really missed those fucking socks.” He approach his desk.

  “Just my socks?” I turned the chair around leaving my legs up in the air as I spun around and then laid them on his desk. “You sent me a whole bouquet of socks. You could have kept them for yourself if you liked them so much.” I smiled as he approached me releasing the knot of his tie at his throat. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his tongue ran across his lower lip. I couldn’t help but bite my own lower lip as his eyes roved up my legs, over my body and up to my eyes.

  “They wouldn’t be the same without your legs filling them...or wrapped around your wrists or even my shoulders for that matter.”

  “But you don’t have a wrought iron bed here.” I looked around the room. “Do you?”

  “I don’t need a fucking bed to tie you to, to be able to wrap those socks around your wrists and put them to good use.” He pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it on the chair opposite his desk.

  “Oh no?”

  “No.” He leaned over his desk and touched his hand to my foot and the heat of his skin to my socked foot was a charge of excitement that traveled all the way up my thighs to my now very wet center.

  “Excuse me, M….” Abby’s voice came through the intercom.

  “I thought I told you…” Murphy growled.

  “That is for me.” I leaned forward and pressed the button on the intercom. “On the way?”

  “Yes, Olive. Should be there in about two minutes.” She sound so excited.

  “I’ll leave the intercom on so you can hear.” I laughed.

  “You’re on.”

  “Anna, is he in? I wanted to get an update on the Clemmens meeting.” Murphy’s head shot up and he raised an eyebrow at me when Whitney’s voice came through the intercom.

  “Actually he is, but he is busy.”

  “Oh he’ll see me,” she said snidely.

  “I believe his office door is locked. If you will just let me call him I’ll…”

  “Oh, don’t trouble yourself. We might be a while. Why don’t you go run and get yourself a cup of coffee or something?” It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him, but he just shook his head. I nodded my head when there was a knock on the door. “Murphy. Murphy, it’s Whitney.” She knocked again and I moved around the front of the desk so I was seated on the edge facing the door. Murphy looked back at me again before turning the lock on the door.

  “We have plenty of time.” I held up my hand to stop him from returning to me. “Open the door.”

  “Is that my shirt?” he asked before he turned back to the door.

  “It was in the closet,” I pointed to the closet hidden by a panel in the wall. “I just thought it went with the socks. I can take it off...” I moved away from the edge of the desk and released a button. He shook his head and smiled. “No? Okay, I’ll wait,” I laughed and sat back against the edge of the desk.

  “Whitney, I’m kind of busy…” he opened the door slightly, so I wasn’t visible from her position.

  “Oh, is that Whitney Harrison? Let her come in. I’d love to meet her.” I said from my place by the desk.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Whitney barked between what could only be clenched teeth.

  “Whitney we just spoke, well not really spoke, but texted the other day and you’ve already forgotten me? Murphy, don’t be rude. Let her in.” I smiled when Murphy looked back at me over his shoulder. He moved the door open more and let Whitney see me. I wished I had a camera because the look on her face was priceless. It showed not only hatred, anger, and suspicion, but a challenge as well.

  “I’m sorry, but I didn’t realize I was interrupting anyth….”

  “I’m Olive Harper. I’m the woman whose bed Murphy was in the other day, all day. I was the woman whose photos you saw on his phone. I’m the woman you told that you were fucking him. Then you sent me a picture of yourself in his bed. And I know it was his bed because he sent me a picture of him satisfying himself in it when we had phone sex the other night. I’m the woman who you shouldn’t have fucked with.”

  “Listen I don’t…”

  “I’m sorry did I say you could speak to me?” Whitney gasped and Murphy tried and failed to hold back a chuckle and received a glare of daggers from her. “He has nothing to do with this so don’t look at him for saving. You fucked with my life and my relationship. The good thing that came out of it was that Malone cares enough about his brother that he flew me out here, and he also introduced me to Mr. Johnson. Are you familiar with Mr. Johnson?” I waited and she looked at me blankly. “Well, Mr. Johnson knows a lot about you. Actually, Mr. Johnson will be contacting you soon. Unlike myself, he had the pleasure of meeting with your husband this morning.”

  “What in the hell are you talking about? Who the fuck is the Mr. Johnson and what does he have to do with Harrison?” She was now concerned and looking scared.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Mr. Franklin Johnson, attorney at law, is a divorce attorney who is now in possession of some very detailed pictures and texts of one soon to be known as the former Mrs. Whitney Harrison.”

  “My husband just had a heart attack you bitch!”

  “Yes, I know. His doctor was there in case there were any issues when Mr. Johnson provided him with evidence of your infidelity not only before, but during your marriage.”

  “You are crazy!”

  “No, I’m a paralegal for a divorce attorney, and I know that no one deserves to be treated the way you have treated your husband. You were in someone else’s bed the day your husband was suffering a heart attack.” Murphy stood up metal rod straight at that comment.

  “You weren’t home when it happened?” Whitney only looked over her shoulder at him. “What the fuck Whitney? You’re his wife. The mother of his children.”

  “You know I didn’t want to get married and I didn’t want those kids. I only married Harrison so I could get a good settlement in a few years. The kids were his idea and if he hadn’t been screwing with my birth control, none of them would even exist.”

  “You seem like a really lovely person.” I smiled and sauntered back toward Murphy’s des
k. “Murphy, is this the kind of person you want not only working, but representing your company?”

  “You have got to be kidding me! You can’t fire me. I’ll sue the shit out of this place. You’ll have nothing. I’ll even take the shirt you have on your back.”

  “That’s okay...he can have this one.” I started unbuttoning the dress shirt. Murphy smiled at me then turned to Whitney, stepping in front of her so he was towering over her.

  Murphy’s POV

  “WHITNEY, WE CAN’T have you here any longer. You are in breach of your employee contract.”

  “And how the fuck do you …”

  “I’m the fucking boss. Your fucking boss.”

  “Harrison will…”

  “Have nothing to say. Stewart and I have power over employee hiring and firing. We own sixty percent of the shares to Harrison’s fourty, so he has no say. You are our employee.”

  “I work for…”

  “Me! I sign your paycheck. You are my employee. I want your desk cleaned out and you out of this building in the next fifteen minutes.” I stepped around her and opened the office door. “Abby, please have security escort Mrs. Harrison to her desk and make sure they escort her out of the building. I want all passwords and codes changed as soon as she leaves.” I smiled at her when she mouthed thank you to me. When I turned back into my office, Whitney was glaring at Olive. I wanted to move, but I also thought it was superbly, unbelievably sexy that she was wearing my dress shirt, those knee high socks and holding her own with Whitney. Fuck, I want to bend her over my desk and own every part of her body. I’m stiff as a fucking rod right now. Whitney has got to go so I can take Olive now.

  “You did this. This is all your fault. You spread your fucking legs to him after knowing him for what...a minute? You know what that makes you?”

  “A very lucky woman.”

  This time I couldn’t hold back my full laughter. “And me one lucky man.” I took a step closer toward Olive walking right past Whitney.

  “After all we had Murphy, you are just going to throw me out like this?”

  “You mean like you threw me out when you started fucking Harrison and God only knows who else?” Wow, if she wasn’t a mood killer. The rod I had immediately wilted at the sound of her voice. “We are done here Whitney.” I said when I turned and saw security standing outside of my door.

  “Could you close the door on your way out? We got interrupted the other day by your husband’s emergency. We have some celebrating to do. Murphy closed the Clemmens deal today and we haven’t seen each other in a couple of days.”

  “Whore.”

  “So are you the pot or the kettle?” Olive asked and I laughed. “Not that it matters because I know either way I’ll be the one whose name Murphy will be calling from now on.” Olive smiled at me and pulled me closer to her by wrapping her hand around my loosened tie and wrapping her legs around my hips. “Don’t forget to close the door on your way out.” Olive waved at her and then smashed her lips to mine.

  “That was fucking hot,” I mumbled against her lips.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  “Bye Abby.” She leaned backward over the desk and hit the intercom button.

  “I’ll be leaving early if that is okay Mur…”

  “Yup, it’s all good. Bye and thanks, Abby.” I pulled off my tie as Olive started to unbutton my shirt.

  “I’ll call you later, Abby. Thanks for everything.”

  “You too,” she laughed and hung up the intercom. We heard the door lock latch from the outside.

  “You planned all of this in a day?” She started unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing.

  “You really want to talk about this now?” She ran the tip of her tongue up from the center of my v-neck t-shirt, over my neck to my chin and slid it over my bottom lip.

  “Woman!”

  “Murphy!”

  I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved my hand to the back of her neck and pulled her face to mine and kissed her hard. God I love her mouth. She tastes so good. Our lips and tongues move together like a dance we’ve practice a thousand times. I held her head while we kissed and she pulled me closer between her legs with her thighs. I felt her heated center pressed against my now raging hard on. I released the hold of her waist and shoved the shit on my desk to the floor and laid her body down on the shining dark oak. I pulled from our kiss to make sure she was with me and she wanted to continue here and now. I’d had never had sex on my desk, let alone my office before.

  “What’s with the look of concern?” She asked breathlessly.

  “I’ve never had sex in my office, let alone on top of my desk.” I brushed a stray hair away from her face.

  “I’m glad to be the first then.” She smiled and smacked a kiss to my lips. “Unless you don’t want to...,” she said as she lifted her hips and moved them back and forth hitting the tip of my cock just the right way.

  “Yeah, there is no way we have time to go anywhere else. I need to be inside you like right now.”

  “Don’t let me stop you.” She smiled devilishly up at me and moved her hips again.

  “Ugh… you… Olive… you…” Fuck she has to stop rubbing me like this or I’ll be coming in my pants like a lovesick teenager. “Woman, you have to stop moving like that until we both have our clothes off...then you can ride me as hard as you want.” She had her panties pushed down to her feet in the blink of an eye. Then she looked up at me and I scrambled to get my shoes off and my boxers down with my pants. A smile spread across her face when my cock sprang free of the barrier that had been between our bodies. She reached out her hand and wrapped it around my length, brushing her finger over the tip spreading the bead of liquid over the sensitive skin. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone before you in almost … a long time.” She blushed.

  “I’ve never been without a condom ever. How long is a long time?” I sucked in a breath as her hand smoothed over my length again.

  “Are you always so chatty when your cock is being fondled and you have a ready, willing, able and soaked pussy waiting for you to be inside it?”

  “Woman,” I growled pulling her socked legs up around my hips and moving her ass to the edge of my desk. “You have a dirty fucking mouth.”

  “Murphy.” She put her hand at the back of my neck. “Shut up and fuck me already.” She slammed her mouth to mine. I teased her entrance with the tip of my cock. She moaned in my mouth and I slowly pushed inside of her. Fucking hell she feels so fucking good. Christ, I’m not going to last. She scratched her nails down my back to my ass and squeezed. I wanted to increase my pace, but I couldn’t. I needed her to come first. I pulled my mouth back from hers. Moving my mouth down her neck with little nips of lips and teeth, I was rewarded with another moan and a clench around my cock. I moved my hand up to her breast and pulled the tightened hard tip between my finger and thumb. Another moan and clench. Fuck she is killing me! As I teased her nipple with one hand, I slipped the other into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the pink tip. I grazed it with my teeth then bit gently. She arched her back, pushing her chest to my face. I moved my mouth to the other tip and my hand to the now wet nipple. “Murphy I’m … oh… Mur…”

  “Come for me Olive.”

  “I’m… Fuck! Yes. More. More Murphy. Oh God yes, hard.” Christ, she really is killing me.

  “Olive I can’t hold…”

  “Come with me,” she growled. “Come… ah… Murphy,” was the last thing she called as her name left my lips and we both collapsed back on my desk. I had to hold my weight off of her, but I didn’t want to pull out yet. I felt my erection softening, but she felt so good wrapped around me. “That was…” she exhaled.

  “Us.” I breathed out slowly as I rolled off and out of her. I lifted her hand into mine and helped her sit up. “Come take a shower with me and then I’ll take you to dinner for a real date.”

  “Wil
l you take me home afterwards?”

  “If you want to come home with me, you are welcome to, or I could stay at your hotel with you.”

  “No hotel.” She smiled and led me to the bathroom.

  “Woman, I gotta say I’m liking you more and more.”

  “You just like me for my body.” She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her hips at me. “It’s okay, I like your body too.”

  “I like you for a lot more than your body. What you did today for Harrison, hell what you did for me...”

  “I didn’t do anything for you.”

  “You made me see that I needed to and could fire Whitney.”

  “Abby said you had already planned to do it.”

  “I did, but then Harrison had his heart attack.”

  “It wasn’t a heart attack.” She stepped into the bathroom and waited for me to step in with her.

  “What?”

  “He had a panic attack over the Clemmens’ deal. He thought he fucked something up and was afraid to go to the meeting. Got himself all worked up. Whitney, unbeknownst to Harrison, told everyone it was a heart attack.”

  “Fucking bitch.”

  “Yeah, exactly.” She turned to the shower and started the water. “Now, let’s not bother talking about her anymore today. I can’t be bothered to waste our time together on talking about her.”

  “How long are you staying for?”

  “I have to be at work on Monday.”

  “Remind me to send something really great to Monica.” I kissed her on the nose and swatted her bare ass as I followed her into the stall.

  “Don’t want to talk about Monica right now either.” She pulled me to her naked body and put her arms around my neck.

  “I’m done talking.”

  “Good.” She leaned up on her toes and kissed me before she leaned her head back and wet her hair.

  I had to admit that the more time I spent with Olive, the less fond I was of the idea that she was going back to New Jersey tomorrow. We’d spent every minute of the last few days together. We’d talked and gotten to know the basics and not so basics about each other. We’d talked of our childhoods and friends who had stayed and gone. We’d talked about what made us choose our current career paths. We shared our online pictures of our friends and families. I had to admit I could spend hours with her without even saying a word. We went to the movies like a real date. We sat in the middle of the theater so we weren’t tempted to make out in the back row, like I had planned. We spent the day sightseeing. I showed her where Malone and I had grown up. I tried to get her to go meet my parents, but she said no, she wasn’t ready for that. Normally I wouldn’t be either, but with Olive it just felt like it wasn’t a big deal, like we had done it hundreds of times before.