Page 19 of Falling For Her Boss

“Right here…right now. Come on, baby. Throw me a line.”

I don’t know what to say. It’s particularly hard when he’s making me feel so good. His tongue traces along my skin and I find myself weak in the knees once again. He makes me feel so powerless, so out of control, but in the best possible way.

And then it occurs to me. I know exactly what he’ll want to hear. I smile as he looks up to meet my eyes.

“The last time I got myself off…I was in the office bathroom. I was thinking about you.”

Logan’s eyes widen and his thumb hooks around the side of my thong. “Goddamn, Isabella…you’re so naughty.”

I giggle as he kisses my neck again. “I was so wet…so into it…”

“Are you wet for me now, baby?” he asks, not waiting for me to answer before sliding his hand into my panties. He lets out a guttural moan as he finds me sopping wet. “God, that’s sexy. I want to pleasure you.”

“You’re still fully dressed.”

He smiles, gently pushing me backward until I’m sitting in his desk chair. He kneels down and parts my legs. “I want this to be about you. I want to show you that you can trust me. And I want to show you pleasure like you have never had before.”

I can’t help but feel nervous. I’ve never had a man so intimately close to me. Hell, until a few days ago, I hadn’t even had a proper kiss. Not one that sets off fireworks inside me the way he does. And now, the sexiest man on Earth is pulling my thong down my legs, his eyes wild with lust.

“Open your legs for me. Let me see you properly.”

I do as he asks, spreading my legs wide and hooking them over each arm of the chair, spread-eagled. Logan bites his lip, staring at my sopping pussy.

“Good girl,” he says as he moves in closer to me. “Now, relax. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make you feel like the fucking princess you are.”

I’m about to respond, but he buries his face between my legs and I gasp in utter ecstasy. As his tongue gets to work on my clit, I go dizzy with pleasure. I shift to get closer to his mouth, panting hard. Instantly, he’s got me just as hot as I was in the bathroom stall the other day. His lips kiss the tender skin of my folds and my thighs clench around his face. I never want him to move, and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of going anywhere. Just like in my fantasies, he grabs my legs and pulls me in closer as my feet dangle down his back. Then, his tongue enters me and I can barely control myself, reduced to a shuddering mess. In mere moments, he’s got me close to the edge.

But then he pulls away, looking up at me. His lips are moist with my juices. “You’re so fucking wet now. I want to use my fingers,” he growls. “Do you think you can handle that? I think you’re ready.”

I can’t help feeling a little apprehensive. I’ve never had a man penetrate me before. It’s daunting, even if it’s not full on sex. But I want to please him. I want him to please me. And so that leaves me with only one option.

“Do it,” I moan.

CHAPTER 12

Logan

This woman could have me wrapped around her little finger and I wouldn’t even care. As a matter of fact, if I’m being honest with myself, she already does.

Knelt between her legs right now, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get her to orgasm for me. I want to leave her a shaking mess. I want her to think of this experience all fucking day. I want her to be wet for me in our eleven o’clock meeting. I want to see that pretty little blush on her face each time she thinks of me finger fucking her in my office chair.

So when she gives me the go ahead, how can I possibly refuse? She’s looking down at me, so innocent in her white bra. She’s so perfect, so untainted, so angelic. But the second I had her strip down for me, she became this devilish young lady, full of dirty thoughts and intentions. I can’t wait to have her cum on my fingers. I can’t wait to see her face light up at the moment of release. I can’t wait to give her so much that she knows that she won’t get any better anywhere else. I want to make her mine for real.

She’s tight as I slide the first finger inside her sopping pussy. She gasps, looking a little surprised, but I move slowly. I would never hurt her. I want her to know that. As I move in and out of her gently, her breathing increases. Her breasts heave and her hands find my hair, gripping it tight. I grin.

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