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I’ve never done this before. Masturbating with another person present. But I like it. I can relax somewhat, focusing on the beauty before me and my own pleasure. It’s like watching porn, but a million times better. I know this woman is performing her little show for my eyes only. She wants to be here, pleasing me. It’s also fucking sexy knowing that I could reach out and touch her. The fact that we’re keeping our distance from each other only ramps up the tension.

I’m close to the edge now. I grip the desk beside me with my free hand, gasping in pleasure. It occurs to Isabella that I’m near the end and her eyes widen.

“Can I…can I…”

“What? What, babe?” I ask in curiosity. She pants quietly, staring at my cock.

“Please,” she gasps. “I want…I want to taste you. I want to try it.”

How can I refuse when she asks so politely? I watch as she slides from the chair and crawls toward me, her eyes full of lust. She stops by my feet and raises herself up onto her knees. Her hand journeys back between her legs and she continues to touch herself, breathing hard. Then, she tilts her head back and opens her mouth wide in anticipation.

It doesn’t take long at all. With her looking like that, it’s no wonder. I shoot my load into her mouth, watching it coat her pretty little tongue. Cum soaks her lips and I groan, still completely aroused even after finishing. I watch her swallow, her hand still moving between her legs. Her tongue slowly moves over her lips until she has taken in every last drop.

I can’t take it anymore. I need to finish her off a second time. I need to get the last word in. I put a finger under her chin and encourage her to stand up. She does as I command, looking confused. My hand ventures between her legs and I play with her gently for a few moments. Then, without warning, I bend her over the desk, her delicious ass right in front of my eyes. I slide my fingers inside her again, enjoying the new angle of her body. She moans loudly and this time, I don’t even try and quiet her. I want to hear those sexy noises coming from her mouth. I want to be the one that entices them from her.

I admire her physique as I touch her, grabbing her hip with one hand to keep her in place. She’s squirming beneath me in the best possible way. It’s so ridiculously hot. And I don’t miss the moment when she comes for a second time, her pussy tightening around me and a small yelp escaping from her mouth. We slow it down, my fingers gently touching her for a few moments, seconds before withdrawing. She takes a moment before she straightens up and turns to me. Her hair is messy and she is still panting.

“Logan…” she whispers. But before she can say another word, I hear a knock on the door of my office that makes me jump. Isabella looks at me in horror, but there’s a glint of mischief in her eye. I smile back.

“We’ve got company.”

CHAPTER 13

Isabella

My heart is working overtime. After that experience with Logan, the last thing I was expecting was to have to deal with someone walking in on us. I glance at him nervously.

“What do we do?”

Logan seems to be panicking just as much. He grabs my clothes and shoves them under the desk. “I’m sorry, you’ll just have to hide. I know it’s demeaning, but you know the consequences of this could be-”

“It’s okay,” I tell him firmly. “I don’t want to get caught either.”

Logan looks so disappointed that I feel a little bad for him. He nods as he dresses hastily, pulling his pants up while I help him to button up his shirt.

“Just wait a minute!” he calls to whoever is outside. He turns back to me.

“Thanks,” he says, giving me a quick peck on the lips. “Again…I’m sorry.”

I shake my head with a gentle smile as I duck under his desk, still completely naked except for my bra. If someone had told me yesterday that I’d get close to fucking my boss and then have to hide naked under his desk to avoid detection, I would have told them that they were crazy, even after the kiss I shared with him. It doesn’t get much crazier than this. I tuck myself in and hold my breath as Logan clears his throat, ready for his guest.

“Come in.”

The door creaks open and I hear the heavy footsteps of someone coming inside the room.

“Sorry, were you on a conference call? I heard voices,” a man asks.

“Uh…I was, but I just finished up. What can I do for you, Bret?”

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