Walking in and closing the door behind me, I noticed her standing, and staring through the transparent glass of her office window, which overlooked the busy streets of the city.

"Miss Chase, what case do—" She turned and my eyes nearly popped out, looking at the first three buttons of her shirt undone. Her black, lace bra and magnificent cleavage made my jaw drop. I swallowed and took a few hesitant steps backward, making my back hit her office door, and the knob jabbed my side. I flinched, as an electric shock ran right up my waist, and grabbed the wall for support, "dammit!"

Addison ran over to me, and helped me onto the couch. Why do I always embarrass myself in front of you? It's frustrating! "You're that afraid of me, huh?" I'm not afraid of you, Addison. I'm amazed by you. She leaned down in front of me, and examined my side for tenderness. Her breasts sat only mere inches away from my face. I wanted to reach out, and touch her cleavage, but I wouldn't. You were brought up to respect women, Samantha. Don't touch her even though she seems to want you to, "like what you see?" She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, before sitting down next to me. Placing her hand on my thigh, she leaned closer, and whispered in my ear, "does that hurt, Samantha?" She applied more pressure to my side, and I flinched. Not because it hurt, but because she was making me weak in the knees. The things you do to me, woman.

"I'm healed," I whispered so softly, that I was surprised she'd heard me. I'd take you on this couch, if I had no manners.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and gulped. I'm not sure I can be so close to you without letting my hands run over your sexy body, "yes, let's get to work, shall we?" Please stop looking at me like that.

"You really want to talk about work?" Not at all, Addison. Not at all. Her hot breath fanned my cheek, before she pulled on the collar of my shirt, "I have something better in mind," oh gosh. She grinned and slid her hand over my thigh.

"What are you doing?" You're an idiot, Samantha. A complete, fucking idiot. Don't stop this beautiful woman. Let her have you.

"You know what I'm doing, Samantha. And I know you want it," fuck yes, I want it. I'm just going to shut up. She leaned closer, and her lips brushed against mine. As our lips touched, my entire body froze. Stop being so shy. She ran her hand over my torso, as I intensified the kiss. Yes, do just that. Addison moaned against my lips, and I moved my hand over her shoulder blade. Your lips are so soft, "you're beautiful," she whispered. No, you are.