“You do please me,” I insisted, our eyes locked. The heat in my groin increased from smolder to fire. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been disappointed in the five years you’ve been here.”

I was trying to keep it professional. I really was. She didn’t make it easy.

In fact, I’d swear she was trying to make it hard-in more ways than one. She came around the chair to stand in front of me, running her hand through my hair in a very un-secretary-like way. “Would you like me to please you now?” I stared, stunned. I couldn’t believe the risk she was taking. She could lose her job. Of course, she knew that. But her eyes said she knew different. She’d seen the shift in me, too, I think. Sensed or knew it somehow. I don’t know how women know that stuff.

I hadn’t had the time to answer when she sank to her knees, and I was lost. Miya on her knees had been what set me off in the first place, and now seeing her eyes turned up to me from between my thighs was more than enough to push me over any edge of uncertainty I’d been teetering on.

“I’d love it if you would,” I told her, my voice not my own, lower and pained. She smiled, her expert hands moving over my thighs, working on my zipper. My cock

practically sprang out of my pants, and her eyes lit up, delighted. There was no question in my mind then, that this was something we both wanted.

If I’d thought it couldn’t get any better than my secretary kneeling before me, well, then I hadn’t had my cock in her hot little mouth yet. It got exponentially better. I groaned, pushing my hips forward as she sucked me, my hand moving to the back of her head, where her hair was gathered and tucked into some sort of bun.

“Can I?” I was already pulling out the fastenings, and she shook it all down in one motion, her hair like a cloud of soft satin framing her face. She looked totally different, Miya but not Miya, and that was good. I sighed as the silky strands brushed over my thighs with her movements.