Mr. Valentine's Heart

Don't Quit

~Cherise~

FU.CK! His fresh scent is wrapped around me, and I can feel the heat from his body. As he talks to me, his warm breath hits my ear. I clench my thighs, trying to keep the moisture in and searching for that friction to relieve my stress.

I jump when his nose runs across my cheek. His arms come around me, his hands resting on the shelf in front of me. I’m caged in his arms, and I’m losing my sh.it. “You seem to be really interested in these toys. Are you having flashbacks from your product testing?” I swallow the lump in my throat, not trusting my voice. “In a perfect world, what toy would you want to use right now?”

“Wh…what?” He runs his nose along my jaw, making me clench my eyes shut.

“Come now, Cherise. We are both adults.” The way my name falls from his lips does the most sinful things to me. “If we could try out a toy right now, which would you like it to be?” I can’t be honestly having this conversation with my boss right now, can I? I can’t feel this way about my boss, right?

I struggle to find my voice and answer his question in some way. I don’t know what to say or do. His head dips to my shoulder. I feel his nose travel the length of it until he gets to my neck. He takes a deep breath in, and I swear I’m going to pass out. “Mr. Valentine.” I gasp as he steps away from me. I stay facing forward in an attempt to reel my emotions in.

“Ah, Mr. Travis. How are you today?” I tune out of the conversation and lose myself in my thoughts. I’m seriously attracted to my boss, and that can cause nothing but trouble. What the hell am I going to do now?

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I hung back as Caleb, and Mr. Travis went over everything. I took mental notes that may be needed for later. I tried not to replay what happened between Caleb and me, but that was like trying not to breathe.

The car ride back was silent and filled with tension. I kept trying to figure out what I should do in this situation. I may not be able to remember ever working before, but I know it isn’t ideal to be caught up in your boss. It causes too much tension, which isn’t needed in the workplace. This job came at the right time for me as I tried to figure out how to make a life for me here.

We pull into the parking garage, and the car comes to a stop. I hop out of the car and make my way to the elevators. I immediately feel his presence behind me. I shut my eyes, hoping he doesn’t start all of that backup. I just want to get to my desk with no issue.

The ding of the elevator breaks me out of my thoughts. I hurry, enter the car, and scoot all the way to the back. He steps into the elevator, letting his eyes wash over me. I’m silently praying that we can have a decent elevator ride. My prayers are answered when someone else jumps into the car right before it closes.

I shrink in the back of the elevator and silently count the floors as we climb the building. Caleb is involved in a work conversation with the other elevator passenger. When we are almost on our floor, the elevator stops, and the doors open. The passenger leaves, and Caleb follows them out. The elevator doors close, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I hurry out and approach my desk when it stops on our floor. I plop in my seat and let my head fall back. I can’t go through this every day. I can’t handle the overwhelming pressure to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. I think there’s only one thing to do, and I hate to do it,

I jump on the computer and search for open positions. I can’t continue to work here under these circumstances. It’s all too much, and I have to get out of here before I end up fired for making an advancement toward my boss.

I’m lost in a sea of help-wanted ads when my phone beeps. “Ms. Perry, please come see me.” I look up, startled, wondering when he even walked past me to his office. I stand and sigh, knowing what I have to do but not wanting to do it.

I square my shoulders and walk into his office and up to his desk. “Uh, Mr. Valentine, I need to speak with you.”

~Caleb~

The tone in her voice has me on edge. I know that tone; after all these years, it hasn’t changed. She’s about to tell me something that I won’t like. I’m instantly on my feet as she stands in front of my desk with her hands clasped in front of her. “You are my boss, and I’m so grateful for the job opportunity.” I slowly walk from behind my desk; her eyes are cast down so she doesn’t see me. “What happened earlier was my fault, and I realize how detrimental it could be to the business.” I quietly move closer until I’m facing her left side and only inches away. “I think it will be best to put in my notice because I’m not sure I can-” My hand instinctively finds her round ass. I slowly run my hand over it again and again. I hear her heartbeat and her breathing change. Her arousal floods the room, and I close my eyes, letting it burrow deeply into my lungs. She still smells sweet after all these years.

“Are you going to quit?” My mouth is right next to her ear. She visibly follows and nods her head. I move my face closer, letting my lips graze her ear. “I think we work well together. You should stay and work with me.” I let my hand slowly cross the span of her ass, pulling against her hip on the opposite side. She stumbles closer to me, and I let my erection press against her hip. I move my hips up and down a few times, squeezing my eyes tight. “Do you see what you do to me? Mmmm.” Her body turns toward me, and her hands land on my chest.

“You’re my boss. There have to be rules against this.” I let my hands settle on her ass cheeks and use my thumbs to rub circles over them.

“Since I’m the CEO, I can confidently tell you that this company has no such rules. It’s fine just as long as it doesn’t interfere with the actual work.” She turns her head and looks at me, her hazel eyes sparkling. This wasn’t my plan, but being at that store made so many memories flood my mind. I couldn’t fight them all, and I struggled not to give in. I’m tired of struggling; I’m tired of fighting it.

I let my head drop, pushing my lips closer to hers. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. I take that as a good sign and lower my head more. A shiver rolls through my body when our lips touch, and I’m lost. My phone beeps before I can deepen the kiss. “Mr. Valentine, you have a visitor.” I sigh and bring my head up. Cherish pushes against me slightly, and I step back.

“Don’t quit. I think we really have something here, and I want to explore it.” She doesn’t say anything but turns on her heels and walks out the door.