"I want you." Jack breathes and I inhale his scent of mint and cologne. I know I won't resist him, I can't. I'm a moth to his flame and he burns so brightly.

I'm laying on my back across his desk as he slides down my slacks. His fingers slowly graze over my panties already soaked with moisture and starts rubbing in circles.

I moan and arch my back instinctively, pushing myself into his fingers. Pressure is already beginning to build in me and I ache for release.

"What if someone comes in?" I gasp trying to catch my breath.

"Don't pretend you're not thrilled by the possibility of being caught." He whispers as his lips suck on my neck and I let out a moan.

"But-" I start.

"I locked the door when we walked in. I don't want anyone else to see you this way." He whispers, "This is for my eyes only." He teases, putting my mind at ease but also turning me on by his slight possessiveness.

"Tell me you're mine." He whispers as his fingers circle harder against my center.

"I am." I barely manage to slip out between breaths. His fingers slide easily inside me and slowly commence pumping in and out. Too slowly, I need more.

I start rocking my hips against him faster but he grips my hip with his other hand to slow me down.

"Tell me or I'll stop." Jack growls in a whisper. I whimper in complaint as he starts withdrawing his fingers.

"I'm yours Jackson, I'm only yours." I manage to utter in desperation.

Then his lips crash down on mine and his fingers start pumping again but faster. My hands are roaming wildly through his soft dark hair and his left hand is firmly gripping my face as he moves quickly below with the other.

Jack's face separates from mine and he grips my legs to pull me to the edge of the desk. He quickly kneels and lowers his face between my thighs. I bite my hands to keep quiet but it's hardly helping, so I reach across his desk to find his paperback copy of 'After All' and shove it in my mouth to bite down on.

The muscles in my body start to tighten and I involuntarily arch my back. Jackson tightens his grip on my thighs to keep me from moving and his fingers and mouth start moving faster.

He knows exactly what my body craves. It's as if he's memorized every moan, every movement to know exactly what I need to become unraveled. My body tightens against his fingers as I bite down on his book and waves of ecstasy roll through me.

I lay on his desk motionless, every ounce of tension from work is gone. I'm completely relaxed listening to our heavy breathing.

I take a few minutes to straighten up and redress. Jackson simply adjusts his jeans and brings me in for a kiss. His lips are slightly swollen and I can taste a subtle sweetness which I suspect is from my own juices. I blush at the thought and bite the inside of my cheek, embarrassed.

I glance down at the bulge in his jeans and bring my lip between my teeth. I'd finish him off but my lunch break ended thirty minutes ago.

Decisions, decisions.

"If you worked here I could take you every day, just surprise you with a quick orgasm on your lunch break to calm your nerves." He teases while biting his own bottom lip in anticipation.

"You have no idea how tempting that offer really is." I switch back to my nervous habit of chewing the inside of my cheek.

Jack smirks as if he can see his reasoning is actually starting to make sense in my mind. "Come on, I'll walk you back."

The rest of the day goes by quickly and despite the tough Friday night customers, I'm completely relaxed. Jackson was right, an orgasm in the middle of your workday really helps.

THE WORKDAY IS OVER and I'm unable to hide my smile when I spot Jack waiting for me again. I'm walking towards him when Sam unexpectedly stands in front of me blocking my path.

"Maggie, can I talk to you?" Sam asks.

There goes my good mood.

I've really been doing everything I can to not think about Sams half confession last night. He's beautiful, sweet, smart and he's always treated me with respect. He's been my best friend ever since I started working here and he's never once let on that he liked me. Why now?

I glance past him and see Jackson's temper is waning.

Shit.

"Sam, I'm actually leaving for an event now." I watch his face fall in disappointment and his hands enter his pockets. My heart drops for him.

"I'm free Thursday and I know that's your day off too. How about we spend the day together and talk then? Just like old times." I offer.

I wonder what Jackson will think, but immediately remind myself that Sam is one of my best friends and he always has been. Jackson doesn't even have the decency to make me his girlfriend, so I won't let him affect my friendships.

I offer him a smile and his eyes light up. "It's a date." He announces.

Uh oh.

"Well, actually I was thinking-" But I'm cut off by Jackson storming over.

Jack loops his hand gently on my arm and reminds me, "Baby, we have to get going."

It suddenly dawns on me that he calls me 'baby' whenever he's trying to make it known I'm his. Although I love hearing him call me that, he definitely doesn't own me.

Sam and Jack glare at each other and I wonder what the hell I just got myself into. This is going to be really awkward until Sam and I can speak Thursday.

"Okay, I'm ready." I say to Jack with a reassuring smile.

"I'll see you Thursday." Sam says to me with a smirk and walks away.

Why would Sam do that when he clearly can tell Jackson is upset? Then it dawns on me, he's trying to cause a fight between us.  I think this is the first time he's ever done something maliciously.

Bastard.

Jackson is fuming as he pulls me outside. The pressure on my arm is gentle but still as forceful as he can be without hurting me. We walk this way until we're past his office building then he stops and drops my arm.

"What the fuck Maggie?" He shouts aggressively. "You're seeing that asshole Thursday?" His hands are running furiously through his dark hair as he questions me.

"Yes, he's my friend." I announce sternly.

"So what, you've got a date with me tonight and you're already agreeing to go out with him Thursday like some fucking slag?"

I feel my face heat up with fury. "He's my friend and you can't even man up enough to ask me to be your girlfriend. What right do you have to tell me who I can see?"

Not that boyfriends have any right to tell me who I can be friends with, because I'm my own woman. But I want to hurt him the way he just hurt me.

"And what the fuck is a slag?" I yell. I assume it's some British slang for slut but I want him to say it to my face.

"A slag is a whore who fucks multiple men at the same time. Are you fucking him Margaret?" He somehow screams through grit teeth.

Steam is coming out of my ears and the way he just used my full name pisses me off even more. "My name is Maggie and no you prick, I'm a virgin remember?"

"You know what? Maybe I should fuck him. Lord knows he'd treat me better than you ever could." The words come out of my mouth like hot venom. I don't even know who I am right now, these violent thoughts and dirty words aren't mine.

I'm so furious my head feels like it might just pop and I have to get away from him. I start storming away but he runs up behind me, grabs my arm and yanks me around to face him.

"I'm sorry Maggie you're not a slag. I'm just- I'm fucking gutted" His momentary vulnerability lapses and he continues, "and proper fumin'. You pied me off!" His apology stops in my tracks.

"Well then be hurt like a normal fucking person. And don't you ever call me a slut." I say, still yelling just not quite as loud.

"I'm leaving." My voice cracks and my head feels like it's on fire so I can't think straight. "Go to your party on your own." I say as I storm away.

"Fine, sod off and go be with him then." His accent is much thicker when he's upset.

I turn angrily, "I don't want to be with him!" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs which forces the tears that were welling up in my eyes to fall. "I want you. I've only ever wanted you!"

"And I fucking wanted you to be mine, Maggie!" Jackson shouts back.

"You- You want me?" I'm still shouting but I'm more confused than angry.

We're standing inches apart now and I can feel the heat radiating between us.

"Yes, I told you in my office while you were sprawled out on my desk." He says slightly calmer now. "You agreed to be my girl, then went and set up a fucking date behind my back!"

"It's not a date." I breathe.

His voice breaks, "It's not?"

"No," I say calmer now. "And in the office when you were-" I can curse him out at the top of my lungs but I still have a problem describing our intimate moments, figures.

"When I had you on the desk moaning my name." He helps.

"Yeah that. I thought you were just saying things to get me off, I didn't think-" I take a deep breath so I can gather my thoughts.

"You want me to be your girlfriend? Label and all?" I ask with a tinge of hope.

"Yes, exclusively." He breathes, his fist still clenched. Clearly still thinking about Sam.

"It's not a date Jackson, I only want you." My words come out weak.

Jack pauses to think then whispers, "He could make you happier than I could."

This can't be healthy, the way we can turn on each other so quickly. One second he's making me feel so wonderful and the next he's tearing me down.

"Jackson, I don't want to be with Sam." I take a deep breath. "I love you."

There I said it.

I don't know when it happened, but I can't deny that love has sunk its claws into me. I know I'll never hear it back, he doesn't believe in love, but I know what I feel.

Jackson's diamond eyes grow wide and before I can say anything else he wraps me in his arms and brings his lips an inch from mine.

It feels as if he's gazing deep into my soul. The whole world stops spinning and falls silent when he says, "You shouldn't."

"It's too late." I confess.

Then he kisses me and I feel the world start spinning again. I hear the birds chirping happily in the sky and it's like my senses are heightened. I just told the first boy I've ever loved, that I love him.

I know that I've fallen in love with a man who isn't ready to catch me but that's the crazy part about it, isn't it? You don't get to choose who you love or when it happens. There are no warning signs to keep you from getting too close to the edge. It's like a roller coaster, exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

After we stand holding each other for quite some time I pull myself away from him and wipe under my eyes. "I think we have a party to go to if I'm still invited?"

He smiles and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Oh, you're still coming. No take-backs."

I laugh as we walk towards my car. "I'll pick you up at six, the party starts at seven."

I nod in reply and he gives me a soft kiss on my lips, then another, and another. He lingers, unable to let me go. 

Jack places his hand on my chin and lifts my face to meet his.

"No take-backs." He says softly and I know he's not talking about the invitation to the party.

With one last kiss, I enter my car and head home.

I feel as if I'm on cloud nine the entire drive home.  I don't even bother to turn the radio on because I simply can't focus on anything other than the words I just uttered aloud. 

I'm in love.  I'm in love with a crazy, brooding, handsome, sweet, good man.  He is a good man, and I won't have Sam or anyone else tell me otherwise, nothing can come between us now.

When I enter my apartment and toss the keys on the counter. I don't hear the usual clash of metal scraping granite so I turn to see what my keys hit.

It's a large black rectangular box with a small white envelope. As I get closer I notice my name is written on the envelope in gold lettering.

My brows pull together in confusion as I open the envelope first.

'My Dearest Maggie,

Thank you for being who you are and for helping me be me.

See you tonight,
-Charming'