“Definitely. So…did you really want something or did you just want to harass me Boss?” At this point, I’m eager to find out why I’m here. I love this flirting, but I do have shit to do.

“Stand up.” She says plainly. She must have seen the look of “sorry, not happening” on my face because she repeated it.

“Stand up.” This time it had less force and more flirt. Her eyes had that glimmer of playfulness. I didn’t have time for this game, but she knew how to play it so well. I stood, reluctantly, waiting for her next move.

I was standing right in front of her, staring at her trying to predict her next move. She grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to her. I gulped visibly at the aggressiveness. She smiled at how unnerved I was becoming. She unbuttoned my jacket and slowly pulled it down my arms. It fell into the chair I had been sitting in. Next, she unbuttoned my pants. All of this had me in a whirlwind. I wanted to stay in control, try to think about what she’d do next, but all I could do was watch.

She unzipped my pants and pulled them down. “Step out of them.” She said.

Normally I would know to do that, but she had taken every ounce of sense out of my head. I didn’t know where my mind had gone, but it had flown away.

She rubbed her hands on my thighs. I trembled lightly when she moved her hand to my inner thigh. I know she could feel the heat she was creating. She walked around and sat in her tall, leather chair behind her desk. She beckoned me to follow.

“Sit down.” She demanded, and I sat on her lap. She grabbed my hips to position me on her lap as she wanted me. Then, her lips softly brushed against mine. It wasn’t deep or wet or erotic, but it was passionate. She pulled away and licked my lower lip. I felt her fingers walking up my inner thigh. I hoped she’d touch me where I needed it. She must have sensed my need because I felt her move my panties to the side and brush her finger against my engorged, wet lips. She kissed me again, this time it was erotic. It was sensual. It was arousing.