The Office Slave #7: On His Knees

By: Opal Carew

Will his need to be in control destroy his only chance at happiness?

Mr. Grant’s need to control everything in his life—including his women and his emotions—has cost him the one thing he truly desires. Sylvia. He wants her—no, he needs her—back in his life. To dominate her… and to care for her. But can he push himself to his emotional limits and do what it takes to win her back?





“I know you don’t mean to, but you have let someone hurt me.” She gazed at him with shimmering eyes. “And that someone is you.”

His chest compressed. “Sylvia, I—”

“And I will never be happy. Not as long as I’m with you. Because I’ll never have your heart.”

Tears welled from her eyes and she stood up. “So I’m leaving.”

Pain lanced through his heart. “But you can’t. You’re mine.”

She walked to the desk and pulled out the envelope with the contract.

“No.” she said simply. “I’m not.”

Then she tore up the contract.

He sat stunned as she turned and walked out.



Sylvia knocked on the door and waited, her stomach churning. After several seconds, she knocked again. What if he wasn’t home?

She saw a shadowy shape through the frosted glass of the door, then the door opened. As soon as she saw Slade’s familiar face, the tears she’d been holding back began to flow. She stepped into his arms and he held her close. The door closed behind her as she rested her head against his solid chest, allowing the comfort of his arms to sooth her.

He held her for a few moments, then gently guided her into the living room and settled her on the couch beside him.

“I’d ask if everything is okay, but clearly it’s not,” he said.

She shook her head. “I left Mr. Grant.”

He handed her a box of tissues and she wiped her eyes, then gazed at him.

“I don’t want to cause problems between you and Mr. Grant,” she said, “but… I didn’t know where else to go. I didn’t want to go to Mr. King. That wouldn’t be fair to him.”

“I told you to come to me and I’m glad you did. Don’t worry about Mr. Grant.”

“But he’s your partner and—”

“I said don’t worry about it. Okay?”

His warm smile lit up his face and she couldn’t help but be reassured.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“There’s not much to say. I need more from him. I need closeness.” She wrung her hands together. “I need him to love me.”

“And you don’t think he does?”

She shook her head.

“Do you love him?”

She gazed into his warm charcoal eyes. “Yes. I do.”

Her insides quivered and the tears began to flow again. He tugged her into his arms. She sobbed softly, as he held her close and stroked her hair. After a little while, he swept her up and carried her to his bedroom. He undressed her, then drew her into bed with him. She thought he’d make love to her, but he just cuddled her close. Her head rested against his chest and the steady beating of his heart soothed her, until finally she fell into a deep, slumberous sleep.



Sylvia awoke, not sure where she was. And she didn’t care because in the darkness there were strong masculine arms around her, and a solid chest against her cheek. Naked and warm.

She snuggled closer, breathing in his scent.

It was Slade. He’d taken her in when she’d walked out on Mr. Grant.

She stroked up his chest and along his jaw line, loving the feel of his scruffy whiskers.

“You’re awake.” He stroked her hair, sending warm tingles through her.

He was a good man. A loving, caring man.

She pressed her lips to his chest in a soft kiss, loving the feel of his hard flesh. She stroked down his chest again and teased his nipple, feeling it harden under her fingertips. The sound of his increased breathing encouraged her and she glided her hand downward, along his taut abs, then over his boxers. His fingers curled around her wrist, stopping her as she tried to slip inside the thin fabric.

“Sylvia, you’ve been through a lot tonight. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

She gazed at him, seeing his charcoal eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

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