Page 18 of Falling For Her Boss

Our lips break apart and Logan smiles. His hands find my waist and then slowly run down my body. Over the small of my back. My ass. The back of my legs. I close my eyes, enjoying every second. If something as simple as his touch over my clothes can drive me this wild, how will I cope when he touches me for real?

“You need to get comfortable with yourself before you can be comfortable with me,” he says gently.

“What do I do?”

“Take off your clothes…show me yourself.”

I thought I would resist the idea of showing anyone my body, but I quickly move to take off my jacket. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, but I like my body. It is one thing I have never been ashamed of, so why should I be afraid to show it off to him?

Except it’s not as simple as that. With my jacket tossed to one side and my heels kicked off, I fumble with the buttons on my blouse. I can feel Logan watching me, loving every movement I make. I focus on his lust. I focus on the fact that he wants me. And then, all of a sudden, it feels a little easier to expose myself to him.

When my blouse comes off, revealing my breasts in their lacy white bra, Logan’s eyes are definitely not on my face. I can see his dick hardening through his pants. It’s a good thing this is a private office, because the way we look now, we’d have some explaining to do if we got caught. My fingers hook through my belt loops and I shimmy my pants down my legs. Logan doesn’t look away once.

And then I’m just in my underwear. I turn around slowly so that he can examine me in full. My heart is pounding and my pussy is throbbing, begging for action. Logan lets out a long whistle as he views my assets.

“Damn…I wasn’t expecting a thong. You’re full of surprises, Isabella.”

I smile at him. I think some part of me, very deep down, knew that this would happen today. I was so careful in choosing my underwear, wanting to turn him on in every way possible. Now that I can see that he’s pleased, I feel even better.

Logan stands up, his hands sliding straight to my hips. He’s surprisingly gentle again as he caresses my skin. His lips move to my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin as he worships me with his lips. I moan in pleasure, giving myself entirely to the moment. I don’t want to miss a thing.

“I want to make you come,” he whispers in my ear. “I want to be the first man to give you that pleasure. I’ll show you exactly how it’s done. Right now, you’re mine.”

Part of me wants to ask for how long, but I know that’s needy. We’re only touching properly for the first time. I can’t give myself to him entirely after one encounter…even I know that. But for now, being his sounds like a good thing. He circles me so that he’s standing behind me and he presses his hard cock against my ass. It feels strange, but not unwelcome. In fact, I like it. It feels so masculine, so domineering and sexual. I guess that’s entirely the point.

“But before I can give you what you want…you need to let me know what gets you hot,” he murmurs in my ear. I gasp.

“You. You get me hot.”

“I can see that,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers from my neck to my breasts. He moves the cup of my bra aside and pinches my nipple, not particularly gently. I buck against him, surprised to find it so arousing. “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” I breathe out hard. He does it again and I moan loudly. His free hand moves to cover my mouth.

“Remember where we are, babe,” he whispers in my ear. “Although…a part of me finds it hot. The idea of getting caught. Do you feel the same?”

“Yes,” I repeat. Taking some initiative, I grind my ass up against his cock. “It scares me…but in a good way.”

“I love seeing you like this,” Logan says, moving my hair aside so that he can nibble on my ear. When he sees how well his action goes down, he chuckles in my ear. “And I love finding out your sensitive spots. You’re so…receptive. I like it. But you still haven’t told me what you’re interested in.”

“Well, of course, I’ve had…fantasies.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you tell me about them…”

“Right now?” I ask. I wasn’t expecting to open up emotionally as well as physically. Talking about my wildest thoughts seems even more intimate than his touch, and that’s saying a lot. He chuckles as he moves back to my front and buries his face in my breasts, kissing the delicate skin.

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