“Oh I like. I mean, it looks very functional. I bet we could get a lot of work done at this table,” she mused with a wink. Meeting his eyes, she gave him a suggestive smile and cocked her eyebrow. She slid her hand down between his legs and cupped his hard arousal. “You know, I always wondered what it would be like to be a secretary. I’ve been looking around here, and it seems you’re in need of some assistance.”
Logan hissed, closing his eyes. Holy shit, that felt amazing.
“How about I fill in for your secretary today?” she asked. “I’m very good at dictation, sir.”
Wynter had never in her life been so forward. But after making love to Logan, she craved him more than ever. As though she were addicted to a drug, she needed more. The warmth between her legs grew painful. Feeling flirtatious and horny, she didn’t think it would take very long to entice him into her fantasy.
Logan eyed Wynter, hardly believing he could be so lucky. His naughty little wolf wanted a romp in the office? Seriously? His brain said ‘no way’, but his burgeoning erection said, ‘hell yes’. He’d have to be careful not to get carried away. His wolf wanted this woman in the worst way, sought to claim her.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you know what you’re askin’. My wolf, he’s restless.” He gently nipped at her collarbone, as if to give her fair warning. If he took her, it was going to be rough and hard.
“But I do…I know exactly what I’m agreeing to.” Wynter leaned into Logan and placed a kiss to his chin then dragged her tongue along his bottom lip and kissed him.
“Do you now?” Logan grabbed a fistful of her hair, gently pulling her head backwards. Revealing her neck, he licked at the hollow until she gasped.
“I need it…need you…here…” Wynter breathed.
“Do you submit, little one?” He peppered her with soft kisses. “Is that what you crave?” He pushed up her dress, reached between her legs, sliding his fingers into her slick folds. She tried to move, and he stilled her, holding her by the back of her hair.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she cried.
He drove a thick finger up into her hot pussy, tracing small circles over her clit with his thumb. “Like this? Is this what you want? Oh, yes…yes you do. You’re so wet.”
Closing her eyes, she nodded and moaned. Submit? Dominate? It was all good. She’d do whatever he wanted as long as he made love with her now.
“Turn around,” he commanded, pulling his hand out of her panties. “Hands on the table, Miss Ryan.”
Wynter complied. No longer able to see, her breath grew rapid in anticipation of what he’d do next.
“That’s a girl. Spread your legs,” he growled. With his knee, he prodded them open. “Sorry, but these have got to go.”
Pushing up her dress, he exposed her bottom. He extended a claw, easily tearing the strings of her thong. She moaned as the cool air hit her skin.
“Please,” Wynter begged. Swollen with arousal, she needed him back inside her.
“Patience, baby.” Logan bent forward, placing his hands on the front of her thighs and then slid them upward, taking the dress with him. “Arms up. Hands back on the table, now.”
Wynter obeyed and caught a glimpse of the dress as it fell to the floor. Fully nude, she leaned over the table.
“Now that is a beautiful sight,” he crooned. “I must say that I’ve never had a secretary like you in my entire life. I suppose you’re correct. This table will do nicely. We can get a lot of work done here.”
She giggled and went to turn around so she could see him.
“Don’t. Move,” he said tersely, trying to stifle the urge to slam into her. He was ready to come right there. But she wanted a fantasy. So he’d take his time.
“You still want to play?” he asked, confirming she really wanted this. There was no going back, once they got started.
Play? She was stark naked bent over a conference table with the door to the room open. Dimitri could walk in and see them at any time. A thrill ran through her. Was she really doing this? The old Wynter was conservative and reserved, but the new Wynter; it seemed her wolf wanted to explore and experience everything as long as it was with Logan.
“Yes, Alpha,” she assured him, spreading her legs a little wider so he could see into her.
Logan bit his fist, watching her open for him. She was upping the ante, he knew. He’d see her and then some. Logan unbuckled his pants with one hand while running his other down her back. His fingers wandered over her anus until he reached the wetness between her legs. He felt her shiver under his touch.
“You’ve been a bad, bad secretary, Miss Ryan,” he began with a wry smile.
“Yes, yes I have,” she agreed. Oh God, why wouldn’t he just fuck her already?
Logan removed his hand and slowly stood to her side. She looked up at him and smiled.
“You were flirting with my coworker, weren’t you?” Her full breasts were heavy with arousal; their rosy tips hardened. Logan loved how turned on she was by their role play.
“Yes. I’m very sorry.” She gave him a sexy nod and flashed her eyes at him.
“You need to learn that I do not tolerate that kind of behavior in the office. Perhaps you need a spanking?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow. Logan walked around the table leaving her all alone.
“No, no I don’t. I promise I won’t do it again.”
“I think you might like it,” he said playfully, wondering how far he should push her. This was a little kinky, even for him. Dimitri would have a field day if he came back into the house.
“Let’s see, Miss Ryan. Should I punish you in private? Or,” Logan reached for the doorknob but released it. As if he were deep in thought, he paused, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you would like me to leave the door open.”
She knew she should tell him to shut the damn door, but the words never came. No, she wanted the thrill of knowing anyone could come in and see them. What the hell was wrong with her? She dropped her head in embarrassment, laughing silently to herself.
“You want everyone in the office to see us? You do, don’t you? You are a naughty little secretary aren’t you?”
“No, I…” she protested.
“You want to do more than flirt with my clients? Two men at once? Is that what you fantasize about, little wolf?” Leaving the door open, Logan quickly rounded behind her.
“No,” she lied. Throbbing with need, she began to breathe heavily. The sound of his zipper coming undone rang in her ears.
“Tell me the truth, Miss Ryan. I don’t like it when my secretaries lie to me.”
She shook her head in denial.
“You are a bad girl,” Logan said as his slapped her ass. He could not believe he was doing this with her but at the same time, who was he to deny her fantasy?
She cried out as a sting hit her cheek. “Yes!” she yelled. What did she just say?
Logan gave a small laugh, wondering if she was saying yes to two men or to being spanked, and suspected it was both. The scent of her arousal made him hot with need; he knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer. He caressed her reddened cheek and then slid two fingers into her hot core. Wynter pushed back on him with a pleasured hiss.
“I can’t believe I hired such a naughty secretary. Goddess, this is so hot, Wyn.” He broke character and kicked off his pants, letting his hard shaft press into the cleft of her bottom.
“Yes, please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Do you promise to be a good secretary? No more flirting?” He was finding it hard not to laugh. How the hell did this get started? Oh yeah, the conference table.
“Yes sir, I promise. Just keep on…ah,” she moaned as he gave her what she needed. His fingers pressed in and out of her wet sheath.