Page 9 of Falling For Her Boss

I enter one of the stalls and take a deep breath. I know what I’m doing is risky, but I need the release. I drop my panties to the floor and slide my hand between my legs. I gasp as my fingers nudge my sensitive clit, and Logan’s cheeky smile flashes through my mind. I bite my lip to keep myself from making any more noise, massaging my sensitive spot and thinking every forbidden thought possible.

I imagine his hand snaking up my leg at last night’s dinner. I imagine we were alone at the table, left only with eyes for one another. There would be no prying brothers to hold us back, only the risky nature of touching one another in a public place.

I’m wet as hell, and as I continue to pleasure myself, the arousal only continues. My mind runs wild. There’s no sense to the fantasy I’m creating for myself. My mind wanders from the restaurant to the bath in my apartment, picturing what it would be like to make love to him among a tub full of bubbles surrounded by candles. My mind jumps again and I’m imagining myself on my knees in his office, sliding his cock into my mouth to pleasure him to the point of release. It seems that my mind is filled with a million fantasies of him, and I’m grasping at each one desperately as I work up a rhythm between my legs.

I gasp to myself, so close to the edge of an orgasm that I almost give in to it, but I stop myself. I want this pleasure to last. I want to go into that meeting on the type of high that can’t be rivaled. I want to walk in and see Logan’s face and know that in my mind, he’s mine.

My legs are trembling as I continue to touch myself. I tell myself to slow down, to focus on one image. I picture myself sitting in my office, the large windows behind me showing New York’s skyline. But beneath my desk, hidden from the city, hidden from the other workers is Logan…kneeling, lapping his tongue over my clit. His hands cup my naked ass in my mind, and he moans as he tastes me. My legs are hooked over each of his shoulders and my heels dig into his back, pulling him in closer to me. And in my fantasy, he looks up, locking eyes with me as he tips me over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm.

I can’t help it now. I gasp loudly as I finish. My chest is heaving as I pant and my eyes widen at the indescribable pleasure. It’s so good that I feel dizzy for a moment. I let the feeling linger with me for a while, trying to catch my breath.

“Excuse me?”

I jump in horror. I hadn’t heard anyone else come into the bathroom. I pull my panties back up in shock, clearing my throat.

“Yes?”

“Are you alright in there? You sound a little…distressed?”

I almost laugh to myself. I have to cover my mouth to stop myself. This is the most risqué thing I’ve ever done and I can’t believe someone overheard me. But the feeling is exhilarating. And with Logan still on my mind, how can I care about what she heard?

“I’m fine, thank you…”

“Okay…could you pass some toilet paper under the stall, please? There’s none left in here…”

I almost laugh again as I do as the woman asked. It’s the comical end to my experience that I wasn’t expecting, but nothing can ruin my mood now. The nerves I initially felt about this meeting have dissolved, leaving only confidence and pride in myself. I exit the stall with a huge smile on my face and a desire to see Logan’s face again. I don’t want to dwell on how last night went. I want a clean start with my boss, and an opportunity to show him that I’m worth keeping around.

I’m right on time now as I head to the meeting room. The group of men inside look up in shock as I enter. I tuck my hair behind my ears, scanning the room for Logan. He’s not here.

“Have I got the right place?” I ask, my voice barely a squeak. “I’m supposed to be meeting with Mr. Haynes. To discuss marketing and design ideas?”

One of the men in the room clears his throat. “You’re in the right place…but the meeting has been canceled.”

My heart sinks. Half of the reason I wanted this to go ahead was to spend more time with Logan. “Oh…can I ask why?”

“I’m sorry…but Mr. Haynes was in a car accident last night.”

CHAPTER 7

Logan

Waking up in a strange place with no recollection of how you got there isn’t a good way to start your Tuesday morning. I open my eyes slowly, every inch of my body aching. I manage to sit up, but my whole body feels like it’s been put in a box and shook around for a few hours. I groan, wishing I had some clue of what happened to me.

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