The door burst open, almost yanking off its hinges but that's the least of my worries.

Standing at the doorway, I feel my blood simmer beneath my skin, heat slithering through my veins.

She seats there, crossing her long legs leisurely on my swivel chair like it belongs to her.

After all these years. What does she want? Whatever it is, I won't let her have it.

My nerves grates through my system, my palms balling into hard fists at my sides as those lucid blue eyes stare back at me. Then her face stretches into a saccharin smile.

I don't know which angers me more, her presence or the smile on her face.

"Monica, what are you doing here?" I ask, shoving the door shut. The slam echoed through the walls of my office.

Her smile widens. "Knox, that's not how you treat someone special. It's been a long time." she purrs in a soft teasing voice.

She carries an elegance that announces her presence but it feels suffocating.

I know what she's trying to do, acting all soft like she means no harm. But that's not who she is. Beneath that beauty and polished looks, she's worse than a viper.

And I regret ever knowing her. How did we even become a couple in the first place? If I am being honest with myself, I know the answer. A shallow reason. We were good in bed, nothing more.

Flashes of memories came uninvited, wide hips bouncing on my rock hard dick night after night.

And how she moans my name in pleasure. We were so much in love, so I thought. Until it all came crashing down like pack of cards.

I quickly snap out of those stupid thoughts which I should not be having in the first place.

She pushes the chair back and stands Her black gown molds every curve of her body.

And those breasts...damn it! I always have a weakness for women with plenty in that department. Same size as Gina's. The difference? Monica went under the knife for hers.

Back then, it didn't bother me.

She sashays towards me and her wide hips rolled like well oiled wheels. Her sharp heels clicked against the floor. It was the only sound in the room but it crunched my wild thoughts, bringing me back to reality.

Monica shouldn't be here. I ask myself how those security team outside allow her in with the way she looks in that mini-slut- looking gown of hers.

I think I need to fire those guys and replace them with more competent hands!

She reaches out, her hand brushing my shoulder, and I stiffen. Whatever I once felt for her is long dead and buried in the sand of time.

Back then, the mere sound of her voice could turn me on. Back then, I could ride her all day. But those days are over, especially after what she did to me.

I glare at her hand. And then shrug it off as though it carries a dreadful disease. "Monica, I want you out of my office. Now," I growl.

She pouts, that fake sweetness in her tone already grating on me. "I miss you. I just got back yesterday, so I came to say hello."

She reaches for me again but I caught her wrist midair.

"You miss me?" I scoff. "Nice try. Now get out before I am forced to do something drastic.

In a flash the smile on her face melts away, and her eyes blazed with a dark fury. Her mask of sweetness slips away, revealing the darkness beneath.

"Knox, I came here to talk," she snaps. "Do I have to beg for your attention?"

I ignore her, walking to my table. The flies are all exactly were I left them. I drop into my chair and fix my gaze on her.

"You don't deserve my attention. Not after how things ended between us."

She raises her hands as if surrendering "Look, you don't have to rehearse the past. I messed up and I know it."

She drags a seat out and sits opposite me.

"But I know you still love me and I want you back."

I burst into uncontrollable laughter, the sounds fills the office before I stopped abruptly.

"You must be out of your mind. If this is a joke, it's funny. Now leave."

Her glare sharpens. "I am not going anywhere. You're mine."

The way she says it isn't affection, It sounds more like a threat.

I already have enough problems. Emma, my sweet little problem is more than I can handle. Adding Monica to that list is impossible.

"I am married," I say flatly. "You should look for someone else. My wife will be here soon, I don't want a scene."

This time, she throws her head back in mocking laughter. I fix a hard stare wondering if something funny. "You think I'm lying?" I ask.

She manage to suppress the laughter, her hand waving in the air as if to dismiss me. "I don't care. You met me before her and we can start all over."

I lean forward. "I don't want you in my life. What makes you think I want you back?"

She rises, slow and deliberate, stepping towards me. I swivel my chair to face her.

She closes the gap between us. Before I can stand, she shoves me back into my seat and slides onto my lap.

Her hands pressed against my chest . I could see her nipples straining against the sheer fabric of her dress.

She notice my gaze on her breast and she takes it as permission to press her breast into me.

My throat goes dry suddenly. Such closeness isn't what I need. I don't want her. Let her keep trying, nothing will ever happen between us.

I grip her waist ready to push her off me. Just when I thought I could resist her, her lips crash onto mine.

Knox

My senses freeze and my body seizes as she tries to coax me into a kiss.

I jerk my head back, dragging my lips away from hers. She lunges again but this time I am ready.

My fingers snake around her neck, almost choking her.

Her eyes bulged, wide with fear that glazes over them.

She claws at my hand to break my tight hold on her neck. Using my superior strength, I pin her flailing wrists with my free hand.

She struggles with me which is a lame attempt.

“Now listen to me, you fool,” I growl in a rough voice I barely recognize. “You will leave my office, and my life! I do not want you around me. Let me refresh your memory; we are divorced!”

I shove myself to my feet. As I release my hold, she stumbles forward, nearly collapsing.

Out of instinct, I grab her arm, steadying her before she can fall.

She regains her footing, coughing and rubbing her neck.

Her eyes became dark in hostility. “You're so despicable, Knox!” she hurled the insult at me. “If you think I will let you get rid of me so easily, you're mistaken.”

She tugs at her mini gown which had ridden high up her thighs.

I chuckle dryly and then shove my hands into my pocket casually. “Don’t make me commit murder. I can assure you, I won't regret it.”

“I will go,” she says. Her eyes turns hard and sharp, like shards of glass. “ But Just so you know, you're mine.”

She snatches her purse from the table and storms out of my office.

The moment the door slams shut, a sigh of my office. A sigh of relief escapes me.

To be honest, her sudden appearance leaves a bitter, uneasy taste in my mouth.

I still remember how everything played out, transforming us from a sweet couple enjoying each other's company into sworn enemies.

It all ended one morning when she looked at me with cold eyes and told me our entire life together had been a mistake.

I shake my head. She must be delusional if she thinks I would accept her. I have Gina now.

And Emma. A small voice says in my head.

No. Emma is my stepdaughter. Nothing will ever happen between us.

Placing a firm lid on my wandering thoughts, I walk back to my seat.

I open my laptop to get back to work but my head was a mess.

Rather than focusing on the charts and graphs on the screen, everything blurs out. All I can see is the image of Emma from the other day, playing with the dildo.

I could not fight it any longer. I lean into my chair and give in to the dirty thoughts.

I close my eyes and a low throaty groan slips from my lips. Emma.

Her legs are spread wide, her hips rocking as she thrust the dildo in and out, pleasuring herself.

If she weren't my step daughter, I would throw caution to the wind and have her right there in her office.

The shrill ring of my phone pierces through the haze of my fantasy. My eyes flick open.

I scan the clustered table, finding the phone beneath the manila envelope.

And I find it beneath a manila envelope. Gina. Her name flashes on the caller ID. I take a deep breath and answer.

“Hello, darling,” she says, in a light, carefree tone.

I settle back to my chair trying to sound calm. “Honey, how is your day going?”

“Splendid. I just want to let you know that I will be back late. I'm out to see a relative. I will be having dinner with her.”

“A relative?” I ask. Aside from Emma, I have never met a single member of her family. It doesn't matter, though. I have her and that's all that matters.

“It's fine,” I say. “Enjoy your evening.”

“I will darling. Just grab something from a nearby restaurant for dinner. Emma can manage on her own.”

After a few more pleasantries, the line goes dead.

That night I return home after a long day at the office to an empty hoyse. Emma is not back. Where could she be?

I brush my curiosity aside. She's a grown woman not a kid.

In a way, I feel immense relief that she isn't here. I don't want to face the awkward tension that now hangs between us.

Later, from my room, I hear the front door open. And then the click of Emma's door down the hall.

I am sitting on the bed, my laptop open and I go through my emails. After finishing, I close the lid and walk into the bathroom for a quick shower.

I wrap a white towel low around my waist and step out of the bathroom .

My legs freezes to the spot.

Emma is clad in a nightie so flimsy. I can see the circles of her nipples straining against the fabric. And the perfect curve of her breast.

My throat goes dry and I can feel the throb of my erection hardening instantly, pressing against the towel

Her gaze drifts down my body, lingering on the obvious bulge in the towel. Her eyes twinkle knowingly when she sees it.

I curse under my breath.

“What are you doing here?” I ask in a hoarse voice.

Her tongue darts out, licking her full lips. “I l’m bored daddy,” her hand finds the hem of her nightie pushing the material up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs.

Then she began to run her fingers up and down the length of her thigh.

My eyes were glued to her creamy thighs but I had to drag them away.

This is so wrong. “You shouldn't be here. Go to your room.”

She drops her hand and pouts. “ But I'm bored I need company.”

I am losing my grip on sanity. Her gaze roams over my muscular chest and she runs her tongue over her lips in a slow, seductive way.

For a long moment, I just stand there watching her, her blonde hair catches the bright light from the light, and her full, perky breast strain against the thin fabric of her nightie.

Which her nightie did little to cover.

Taking a deep breath, I snap back into control. I stride to the door, and I drag open. “Leave,” I order, my voice firm.

She rises from the bed and walks towards me in slow, teasing steps. Emma stops right in front of me. “I will leave,” she whispers but it's not over.”

She blew me a kiss and then sashays out of the room, leaving me in shock. She is getting bolder by the day. If I don't stop her, she is going to be the end of me.

Emma

I feel the wave of embarrassment wash over me as I step out of his room. He slams the door to my face. I bat my eyelids, feeling a rush of anger flowing through my veins.

Like a child whose candy was snatched, I stamp my feet in frustration, groaning in pain.

His rejection makes me feel worse but I won't back down. 

My gaze drops down to my body, I specifically bought this nightie for this purpose. 

I remember walking into a lingerie boutique downtown to get a new set of lingerie. 

The boutique had lots of items, making it difficult to chose from the arrarys of sexy lingerie.

As I stroll pass shelves and glass counters, nothing caught my attention. Making me wonder if I had made a terrible decision to shop here.

Just as I take a step, moving to another section in the boutique. My steps falter the moment my gaze fell on a mannequin with the most sensual nightie I have ever seen, hung on it delicately.

The alluring charm it exuded was difficult to ignore. I move in quick steps as though if I delay any further, another shopper will snatch it from my grasp.

I ran my fingers through the sheer silken material. It shimmers under the soft light in the boutique.

Without further delay, I was smiling at the attendant, swiping my credit card without giving a damn about the price tag.

I saunter out of the boutique with the shopping bag swinging in my hand. A smug smile tugging at my lips.

I could hear wheels move in my head as several plans formed. 

Knox. My wicked fantasy. 

He is the reason why I spent a whooping $800 on a nightie when I could easily go for those sold for $100.

But it seems my efforts are not getting the desired result.

A deep sigh escapes my lips, glaring at the door, I whirl around, furious. 

I storm into my room, banging the door shut. I lean on my door. Loose strands of hair fell on my face. I puffed out air in frustration and pulled the strands away.

Just when I feel I have the upper hand.The bulge straining through his towel shows I have a strong effect on him. 

At that moment,he recoils from it, sending me out of his room. I could still feel the sting of his rejection.

He wants me, I know it. The way his gaze lingers on my breast before roaming my body, says it all.

Heat and a wanton desire for Knox made me wet down there. The cold air streaming through the open window did little to cool my nerves.

I just want him, I groan as I sit on my bed. And then my eyes catch the sleek laptop on my nightstand.

I narrow my eyes, before dragging them away. I should be working on a report that I will submit  to the campaign team in the morning. 

Rather the thoughts of Knox consume me. I need to do something as I feel a crazy urge pooling down there.

I lift the silky nightie up to my waist. I did not bother to wear any panties. Because I thought Knox would fall for my advances.

And then, I spread my thigh wide apart. I run my fingers lightly across my thigh, feeling the warmth of my skin.

I want it badly, using my index finger, I dip it into my soft wet pussy. I can feel my juice pouring on my finger as I circulate it around my clit.

I threw my head back as a warm feeling washed over me. A low, throaty moan escapes my lips, and then I pump two fingers in and out, faster for a release.

The release and satisfaction lasted for a brief moment. Sliding my fingers out, my juice coats my fingers.

A sultry picture of Knox licking my juice off my fingers plays in my head. Instead I slid my tongue over them, the alluring taste hit my tongue.

I stood up and tug my nightie down and then I lay on my bed. Hoping that sleep will stop me from thinking about Knox.

I keep turning and tossing on my bed until I succumb to sleep. The world around me fades.

The first flicker of a dream brushes my mind. Standing in the shower stall, water pours down my body. I run my fingers through my hair as it soaks up water.

I turn it off and wrap a towel around my wet body. I step out of the shower and wrap my hand around the doorknob, pushing the door open.

As I walked into my room, Knox was standing there, with his back to me. 

"Knox," I called softly, surprise filling my face.

He never comes to my room. What is he doing here? 

Slowly, he turns around in a deliberate and unhurried way.

A smile slants his lips. He strides across the room towards me. And stand so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his breath.

He raises his fingers to my face that has droplets of water.

The gentle graze of his finger on my face sent me tiltering on the brink of pleasure and wild desire.

A spark of untamed yearning explodes between my thighs as his thumb traced the fine lines of my full lips.

"Knox," I croak, my voice betrays the irresistible pull he has on me. "What are you doing?"

His eyes twinkled with a dark craving. He drops his hand and brings his lips so close to mine. "I know you want me," his husky voice rides my senses into oblivion.

Before I can utter a word, he carries me, my feet leave the floor and the towel loses its grip and falls to the cold floor.

Naked in his arms, he takes me to my bed, the sheet remains rumpled and messy.

My hand reached out to cup his face as he dropped me down on my bed with the gentliest care. 

His gaze roams my naked body, his eyes gleaming in hunger. Knox bends his head, he takes my lips in a wild kiss.

My fingers moved from his face down to his shirtless torso in needy strokes. As our lips tangle in wild desire.

His fingers traced my thighs, in obedience, I spread them wide. I feel so hot, dying for his fingers to sink in and drive me with reckless intensity.

A shiver runs through my body as I guide his fingers to my wet spot. And as he inches to bury his fingers into my wetness.

The loud blare of my alarm pierces through my mind, waking me up. But the dream doesn't let go.