When I wrote Something More, I had a number of reviews that wished that Grace had been less virtuous... This is the same story with an alternate ending. Skip to the ** for the new material :)

Oliver paced the room as Miss Farrell waited to take down his dictation, but the billionaire's mind would not settle. He shuttered, remembering his fear as he helplessly watched Annie dangling from the bridge. The ink on the adoption papers was not even dry and yet he thought he had lost his little girl forever. Being a father was an intimidating undertaking. He didn't know the first thing about children. Annie needed a mother. His thoughts wandered to the lovely woman sitting before him. Had he imagined her tenderness towards him since the arrival of that spunky little orphan? Was her embrace that terrifying night simply a reaction to her worry over Annie? She was the best secretary he had ever employed. He trusted her so implicitly with everything, from managing his household, to buying his clothing, to providing wise council for business decisions. He could not pin point when his appreciation for her work ethic and business savvy had transformed into something more. She was undeniably one of the most beautiful women he had ever encountered, and he had known his fair share of charming women. After all of the progress they had made, he did not want to return to their cold, formal relationship. He wanted more. He recalled her words from the previous day: I could just kiss you! Could it be possible that she returned his feelings? No, a lady like that wouldn't want a cantankerous old man like himself. She deserved someone young and handsome. Still, he couldn't help but wonder.

"Miss Farrell, have you ever considered having children?"

The question took her by surprise. "Why, yes. It has always been my dream to be a mother," she thought of sweet Annie.

"Then why haven you not done so?" he pressed.

"Well, sir, I guess I never found the right man with whom to start a family..." her voice trailed off.

"Certainly there must have been worthy gentlemen lining up to court you."

"There were a few suitors...a broken engagement...but I'm afraid things never worked out..."

"An engagement?" he hoped he was concealing the jealousy that he felt bubbling beneath the surface.

"Yes, James was a good man, but I'm afraid he got the wrong idea..."

"The wrong idea about what?"

"About you and I, actually. About the nature of our relationship."

"The nature of OUR relationship?"

"I told him that I was simply your private secretary and nothing more, but he insisted that I was harboring feelings for you," she felt her pulse quicken.

"For me? Is this true?" he demanded with a scowl.

Mr. Warbucks always cut right to the heart of a matter. Grace took a moment, sipped her coffee while carefully considering her words. Revealing her feelings to him was a gamble. If he did not reciprocate them, their working relationship would be tarnished. Still, she knew that she could not carry on concealing her true feelings for him much longer.

"I was not dishonest with him," she proceeded cautiously. "At the time, I believed that what I felt for you was merely professional admiration," she searched his eyes for any sign of encouragement, "but I have come to realize that he was right. My feelings for you are indeed something more."

"Something more..." he was shocked by her admission, letting the words roll around in his head. He had never dared to dream that this amazing creature could possibly return his affection.

Grace sat before her dumbstruck employer, anxiously awaiting his response. Each second that ticked by felt like an eternity. She regretted her words.

"I'm sorry, sir, I should not have said anything. I beg your pardon." With that, she stood up and rushed for the door as she felt tears prickle at the back of her eyelids. She blinked hard, trying to hold them back. In all of her years working for Mr. Warbucks, she had managed to never cry in front of him. She didn't want him to see her like that.

As she grabbed for the door handle, he called to her, "Wait. Grace. Please."

She turned slowly; it struck her that he had used her first name for the second time ever. He approached her, but she was too embarrassed to meet his gaze. She focused on a spot on the rug. He stood before her and lifted her chin with his hand. She looked up into his eyes, afraid of what she might find there. This was the closest she had ever been to her employer. She could smell the musky scent of his expensive cologne, and she was certain he could hear the pounding of her heart.

He was bewildered. He never knew what to do with a crying woman. "Grace, adopting Annie has forced me to confront feelings that I had buried deep long ago. I have loved you since the moment you stepped into my life, I have just been too blind to see it until now. I have been a fool."

"Sir-"

"Call me Oliver," he interrupted her and took her delicate face in his hands, wiping the tears from her shining blue eyes.

"Oliver," she smiled, enjoying the feeling of his name on her tongue. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her softly, gauging her reaction. As she returned his kiss, he became bolder, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He was wholly intoxicated by her: the softness of her lips, the scent of her hair. He kissed her with a passionate intensity, allowing his feelings of the last ten years to pour forth. He felt the vibration of a little moan escape from the back of her throat. It had been many years since he had enjoyed the intimacy of a woman and he felt his desire grow.

He undid the buttons of her blouse and ran his fingers over her lacy bra. He reached around and found the clasp easily, releasing her from the restraint. Her breasts were two perfect small globes, creamy and pale with rosy pink nipples that stood at attention, begging to be touched. He brought them to his mouth one at a time, kissing them as she shivered. He moved next to the zipper of her skirt. She paused for an instant, considering her virtue, but she simply could not resist him.

To hell with the consequences, she thought.

He rubbed his thumb up and down the outside of her panties, where a wet spot had begun to form. He kissed her again and slowly slipped a finger into her waiting slit as she groaned with desire. He gently moved it in and out of her, inserting a second finger. He ran a trail of kisses down her neck and increased the pace, pushing further into her. A searing heat grew between her legs, and she cried out as she reached the first climax of her life. She came hard with his hand buried deep inside, her walls gripping him. It was pure ecstasy. She had never felt such intense pleasure and was a little embarrassed to share the experience with her employer! She looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape as the contractions slowed. She steadied herself against the desk. Her head was spinning and she was trying to make sense of what had just happened while catching her breath.

Oliver locked eyes with her and began to slowly undress. She had never seen a naked man before and the thought made her nervous. He removed his shirt, revealing a muscular chest and arms. As he began pulling off his pants, she felt a blush rise up her cheeks. He stood before her naked, his excitement very apparent. She wondered at how big he was and worried about how he was going to fit inside her. He walked towards her, taking her in his arms and kissing her again. He guided her hand to his hardness and showed her how to stroke him. The skin was so velvety and soft, not what she had expected!

"Oh Grace, that feels so good," he sighed into her hair.

He pushed her to lie back onto the couch and began kissing her thighs. She gasped as he began to part her petals. He found her sweet little button and swirled circles around it with his tongue. He sucked and teased her entrance, preparing her for what was to come.

He stopped and laid down on top of her on the couch.

"Oliver, you should know that I-I'm a virgin," she said softly, unsure of what his reaction would be.

"It's ok, Grace. Are you sure you're ready? We don't have to-"

"Yes," she cut him off with a kiss.

He steadied himself and began to gingerly press into her entrance.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he was afraid of hurting her.

"Mmmh," she closed her eyes

He pushed further into her and felt her barrier. With tiny movements, he broke through her maidenhead.

She gave a small whimper. A single tear fell, tracing a path down her cheek. Grace was now a woman.

"Are you alright?" he brushed away the tear, feeling her stretch to fit him.

"Yes, just give me a moment," she waited as her body adjusted to him. After a minute, she opened her eyes, looked longingly into his and nodded.

He began with the tiniest movements, allowing her to get used to the sensation. Gradually he felt her body relax and melt into him, and he increased the pace, filling her completely. He tried his best to keep himself in check, knowing that the first time could be painful for a woman. He pumped deeply, but slowly, enjoying every inch of her perfect body. She began to meet his thrusts and let out a moan. They crashed into each other with the ferocity of ten years of built up tension. Another orgasm ripped through Grace's body, this one stronger than the first. She moaned as she felt his climax throb inside of her. He held her close, with her hand over his chest.