Page 17 of Falling For Her Boss

Logan looks good today, despite his slightly scratched up face. He looks like a man about to get something he wants. He’s confident, suave, and self-assured. Is that something to do with me? With this meeting? I’m not sure. I kind of hope so. He leans across the desk toward me with a smile that makes me weak in the knees.

“It’s good to see you again,” he murmurs. “I was half expecting you to hand in your resignation today.”

I blush. “I don’t want to do that…sir.”

“I don’t want that either,” Logan says gently. He looks so much more relaxed than me. Doesn’t he care that we could get in trouble, even for just having this discussion? This whole thing feels like a minefield. “Let me ask you…if you don’t want to quit, then what do you want? What can I do for you?”

I swallow. I know it’s a question with two meanings. I’m much more inclined to take the easy way out and talk about my career here. Maybe if he thinks I’m only interested in talking business, he might back off. That way, I won’t have to make the difficult decision of whether he’s worth the risk or not.

But part of me wants to take the risk. Part of me thinks that I’ve already gone as far as to kiss him. Now I’m here, wet between the legs and desperate for more. When have I ever indulged in something I want, really? Should I not just give in to temptation for once and reap the rewards?

I take a shaky breath. This could all end so badly. But that’s how I know how much I really want this – despite the risk, I want it anyway.

“I want…I want to explore what happened. Maybe. I’m not sure,” I stutter. Logan smiles and stands up, circling his desk to come closer to me. I’m tingling in anticipation. I’m wet between my legs already. He looks down at me with a look so intense that I feel pleasure just from watching him. The shy girl within me begs me to look away, to run from his office and never come back.

The horny woman inside me says the opposite.

“You can have anything you want, if you’re willing to take it,” Logan tells me quietly. He bends down a little and his hand rests on my inner thigh, so close to my pussy. I wonder if he can tell how aroused I am. I wonder if he can feel the warmth there, and the wetness too. I gasp at the simple gesture and he takes his hand away, walking back over to his chair. His eyes lock with mine across the room as I try to compose myself.

“Think carefully about what you want,” he tells me. “And take it.”

“I…I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. This is all new to me, and so unfamiliar. How am I supposed to know what I want from him? Maybe it’s best if I’m honest with him now. My eyes shyly lift upward to meet his.

“I have a confession. I’m…I’m a virgin.”

Logan’s eyes widen. I’m worried I might have put him off. Maybe he thinks that to get to my age and never have sex, there must be something wrong with me. I’m trembling in my seat. I want Logan so bad, but now, it’s seeming like an even worse idea than before. But then the corners of his lips twitch. He smiles seductively at me.

“So you need someone to show you the ropes?”

I blink in surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to be so cool about this. My gaze drops to my lap. “I…yes. I want…I want you to show me.”

“So tell me to my face,” he says firmly. “You can’t even look at me. Tell me you want me.”

I take a deep breath. I’m too hot, overwhelmed by all of this sudden attention. I finally look up and find him staring at me. He has one hand cupping his dick through his pants.

“That’s right, baby. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want.”

“I want. I want you,” I say with growing confidence. Logan runs his tongue over his lips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs. “Come here.”

I do as he asks, slowly walking around to his side of the desk. I lower myself to reach his lips and kiss him gently. It’s nothing like the first time. It’s a soft gesture. It’s still erotic, but not so obviously so. In the sense that it turns me on, but not in the sense that I feel like I have to have him right this second. He’s taking his time with me, so much more sensitive now that he knows this is my first time. It makes me feel safe.

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