“Right,” I say, reaching for the door handle this time. “Well…I’ll keep that in mind, then.”
“Do that, Lilly.”
The way he says my name almost has my knees buckling with the heat behind it. In a flash, I make the decision.
After all, this isn’t permanent. We’ve already decided it was a temporary situation. So, what does it matter if we don’t keep things professional between us? And really, the line of professionalism was well and thoroughly crossed last night.
I spin on my heel and look him in theeye with a newfound confidence. “Later,” I tell him. “After working hours.”
His eyes widen, almost as if he’s surprised I’d agree at all.
“After working hours,” he repeats. “After all, we do have work to do, Lilly.”
His eyes flash with the promise of exactly what will happen off the clock, but his voice has resumed hisstrictly businesstone.
“Right.” I nod, and although it’s completely pointless, run my hands down my skirt in an effort to smooth out the wrinkles, before slipping out into the hall to get ready for work.
Luke
I don’t get a damn thing done all day.
Not anything worthwhile anyway.
Sure, I have a few client meetings, and I go through a handful of files that Lilly puts on my desk for my review.
I log into the accounts and move some money around, but my head isn’t in it.
Not even close.
Because every time I look up, she’s there, moving through my office like she belongshere. That’s no different than last week, except now, there’s a new swing in her hips, a few more lingering glances, and if I’m not mistaken, more than oneaccidentalbrush of her firm, ripe tits against my arm when she leans over my desk to show me a file or note.
Maybe I’m imagining it, but even if I am. Fuck it.
Apparently, that’s my new motto when it comes to my assistant.
After all, any professional boundaries that might have been in place have already been completely thrown out the window.
We made sure of that last night, when I drove my cock into her sweet, virgin pussy over and over until she shattered.
And since we’re done with boundaries…I’m almost ready to get rid of theafter-working-hoursrule Lilly tossed in this morning.
Especially since all I’ve been able to think about since she slipped naked from my bed this morning was spreading her out on my big, wood desk and fucking her on top of all those files she’s so carefully organized.
I have my eyes glued to the clock, my cock thickening in my jeans the closer it ticks down to four. We’ve worked well into the evening for the last few days, but not today.
Today, I plan on having very strict office hours.
“That’s it for the day,” I say as the big hand clicks over to four on the clock over the door. Across the room, where she’s bent over the file cabinet, Lilly freezes. Without standing, she turns her head so she’s looking at me, a question on her face.
Her long, silky hair has been tied up in a tight bun, leaving her long neck exposed. She’s wearing another tailored black skirt, but today she has a simple white cotton blouse tucked neatly in the waistband.
Always so professional.
I glance down at my jeans and flannel.
Fuck it. I’m the boss.
Besides, clothes aren’t going to be an issue in a few minutes.
