Chapter Text
The office was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional clatter of Abby Baker’s keyboard. She leaned forward, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as she focused on the report in front of her. The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the polished desk. Frank Reagan sat across from her, his arms crossed, a thoughtful expression on his weathered face.
“Abby,” he said, low and steady, breaking the silence. His voice carried an edge—a command that made her stomach tighten despite herself. “You’ve been working nonstop. Take a break.”
She glanced up, her lips parting slightly as if to argue, but stopped herself. There was something in his gaze that made her heart race—something unspoken, simmering beneath the surface. He’s my boss, she reminded herself, pushing the thought aside. But the way he watched her, like she wasn’t just another employee, sent tendrils of heat curling through her chest.
“I’m fine, sir,” she said, her voice steady, though her pulse quickened. “Just finishing this up.”
Frank leaned back in his chair, his uniform impeccably pressed, the badge gleaming under the light. He studied her for a moment, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re always fine, Abby. But what about me?”
Her breath caught. What about him? She shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze as she adjusted her skirt. “I don’t follow.”
“You’re a distraction,” he said bluntly, his voice dropping an octave. “Every time you walk into this room, I can’t focus.”
Abby’s cheeks burned. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she stared at him, her mind racing. Is he serious? The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with something electric.
Frank stood, closing the distance between them in three deliberate strides. He loomed over her, his presence commanding even in stillness. Abby swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against the keyboard. She could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of his cologne—leather and amber.
“Sir—“ she began, but he cut her off with a sharp shake of his head.
“Enough of that,” he said, his voice firm. “I’m not your boss right now. Not here.”
Abby’s heart pounded in her chest. She tilted her head back to look up at him, her lips parted in surprise. “Then what are you?”
Frank’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, slowly, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was light, almost reverent, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Yours,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “If you’ll have me.”
Abby’s breath hitched. She wanted to speak, to tell him to stop, but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she found herself leaning into his touch, her body betraying her mind’s frantic warnings.
Frank cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. “I’ve tried to stay away, Abby. I’ve told myself it’s wrong, that I shouldn’t feel this way. But I can’t anymore.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her thoughts spinning. This is insane, she thought. He’s my boss. My family would never understand. But the way he looked at her, so raw and vulnerable, shattered her resolve.
“Frank—“ she started, her voice trembling.
Before she could finish, his lips crashed into hers, hot and demanding. Abby gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders as she melted into the kiss. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. Her senses were overwhelmed—his taste, his scent, the feel of his body pressed against hers.
Oh God, she thought, her mind swimming. This is really happening.
Frank broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against hers. “Say you want this,” he growled, his voice laced with urgency. “Tell me you want me, Abby.”
She hesitated, her heart pounding in her ears. The rational part of her brain screamed at her to stop, to push him away and walk out of the office. But the rest of her—the part that had been craving this for months—won out.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Frank’s eyes darkened, and without another word, he scooped her up into his arms. Abby yelped in surprise, clinging to him as he carried her toward the couch in the corner of the office. The weight of his jacket brushed against her skin as he laid her down, his body following closely behind.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly.
Abby obeyed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. Frank positioned himself between her thighs, his hips grinding against hers. She gasped, gripping the edge of the couch as he pressed a series of slow, deliberate kisses along her neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his tongue darting out to taste her pulse point. “So perfect.”
Abby moaned softly, arching her back as his fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. He paused, his hand hovering just above her panties, waiting for her consent.
“Please,” she begged, her voice ragged. “Don’t stop.”
Frank smirked against her neck, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to find her wet and ready. “You’re dripping for me,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Good girl.”
His fingers slid inside her, teasing her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Abby cried out, her nails digging into the leather cushions as his other hand gripped her thigh, urging her to open wider.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Let me hear you. Let me see how much you want this.”
Abby’s body tensed as she approached her climax, her breaths coming in short gasps. Just as she felt herself teeter on the edge, Frank withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching and desperate.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice laced with control. “I want to make this last.”
Frustration mingled with arousal as she glared up at him, her chest heaving. “You’re cruel,” she muttered, though there was no real anger in her voice.
Frank chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. “I’m relentless,” he corrected. “And you love it.”
Before she could respond, there was a loud knock on the door. Both of them froze, their hearts pounding.