Chapter 25: Chapter 25

She had returned to work almost normally.

Which was a step forward, certainly. At least Megan and her therapist had cheered when she told them that she wanted to come back to her office regularly to continue the software development. Of course, it was still hard to live with Suzan's acidic comments and cruel teasing, as well as Liam's disgusted and irritated look whenever they ended up seeing each other in the distance, but at least now it didn't seem unbearable anymore. The wound in her chest was still there, and sometimes the smallest things would trigger it, opening it up again, but Missy couldn't help but recognize that it was healing, little by little.

She had even replaced some decorations and pictures from her favorite books, movies and anime in her room and in the other rooms of her house, the same ones she had removed and hidden shortly after the party. Sometimes a twinge of unease still afflicted her when she looked at them and remembered how many people would laugh at her if they knew how much she enjoyed it all. Not just the decor, but mostly the stories and all the lessons she believed she learned from them. But now the feeling of knowing that many would find her ridiculous seemed to be competing with her love for it all, and sometimes, thankfully, she lost.

And, more and more, she was going back to pulling some clothes out of her drawers. They were still the simplest and most subtle, without very obvious or striking references, such as large prints or identifiable characters. But slowly, she was getting back to using them, even if sometimes Suzan would let out a mocking comment or Missy would wake up with a bad day, and her self-esteem and peace of mind would slip away again. However, in the end, the only thing that mattered was that the pain in her chest was slowly starting to get better. And she knew who she owed it to, besides therapy.

Logan.

His company had a special influence on her, encouraging her in a way she couldn't even explain. The love and encouragement of her sister, her friends and the other Knights had also been very important for that gradual improvement, but whenever Logan comforted her, or told her how amazing her tastes were and should be respected, or simply when he whispered sweet compliments in her ear after they had made love... All that took root in her heart in a unique way, helping her to close, little by little, that mistreated wound that her ex-boyfriend had opened.

That same week, they'd had two game nights in a row, where Logan had insisted on playing his favorite board games with her. The two of them had had so much fun that he had even asked her to teach him how to roleplay sometime after she told him how she used to love to play as a teenager. She liked to think that he was genuinely starting to like the same things she did, and not just being sweet or trying to please her. Otherwise, he probably couldn't have put up with spending all those hours laughing and playing with her, right? He probably would have just made it possible for them to skip the games part and just ruthlessly sink into her, as he always ended up doing when they were together. But not. Those green eyes looked really fascinated by absolutely everything she told him, no matter what it was about.

And maybe that was why, after all the times he'd made her feel and told her that she was the most beautiful and interesting woman in the world... She was just starting to feel that way. At least enough to get back to wearing it and talking about her favorite clothes without feeling like she was giving others reasons to humiliate her.

The feeling of being able to enjoy what she loved again was often so comforting that she had even gone back to reading her novels: the same ones that Liam had made fun of several times when they were still dating. A mockery that came from the fact that they were short, light and always about unrealistic things like werewolves, magic and love at first sight. But that was what enchanted her. She had a fragile heart for tragedies and reading about them usually meant she had rivers of tears for days. Which certainly wasn't something Missy wanted at that moment. She just wanted to rest her mind a little after several straight hours of work and let herself be carried away by a story where love would win in the end and the good guys would live happily ever after.

She just didn't expect her body to wake up like that.

The novel that was right there in front of her, on her Kindle, was sexually explicit, like several others she'd read before that had never aroused her like this. The story was also nothing she had ever seen before: a CEO who fell madly in love with his secretary and did everything to seduce her. She usually managed to get past that kind of story with just a few sheepish smiles. However, in that particular book, there was something about how the author described the protagonist – the commanding voice, the height, the elegance, the way he spoke during sex – that immediately reminded her of Logan. And suddenly, she couldn't conjure up the images of the characters in her mind any longer. With each new kiss, touch and position that were described, all Missy could imagine was herself and Logan as the protagonists of those obscenities. Unlike how it used to be when she still didn't know much about pleasure, now each new dirty paragraph felt not just a string of words but an invitation: an invitation for her to take each of those ideas into her "laboratory" and try them out. with Logan.

Her panties were ruined in a matter of seconds and, deathly embarrassed, Missy only had time to run to her office door and lock it, before slumping back into her chair and allowing her restless hand to travel under her skirt. of her dress, sending a shiver of pleasure through her as his fingertips found her sensitive clit. Almost delirious from the dirty fantasies in her mind and the growing sensation of ecstasy between her legs, Missy imagined Logan standing there, handsome and hot as sin, with the smart suit she knew he was wearing that day crooked and partially withdrawn as he invaded her with long, hard thrusts, keeping her firmly pressed against his office desk. She imagined holding onto his shoulders for support, curling one hand around his tie so she could pull him in for an intense kiss...

And suddenly, she had already come twice.

But, in a maddening way, she still needed more. A lot more.

It was as if her body was perfectly aware that Logan was only a few meters away, and that was why she wouldn't be content with fantasies and the caress of her own fingers. In fact, she was feeling almost crazy to feel him inside her, to smell him, to touch him...

But she wouldn't disturb Logan in the middle of his workday, would she? After all, what she was having was a completely overreaction. There was no reason for her to be so terribly turned on by a simple book, let alone run to Logan's office and literally throw herself at him, demanding sex like he was her slave or something. And what's more, she was perfectly capable of holding back his desire and waiting until they met at the end of the day, as they always did... Right?

With an almost inaudible agonized sigh, Missy draped her legs over each of the chair's arms, mirroring her thighs as much as possible and going back to frantically touching herself for the third time, hoping that one more orgasm could calm that fire inside her. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember every night she'd ever spent with Logan: every touch, every word, every ecstasy…hopeful that the memories were more effective in calming her desire than the fantasies had been.

But of course she was not successful.

With a frustrated grunt, Missy finally gave up trying to be rational and reasonable. Straightening the fabric of her sodden panties over her starving crotch, she heaved a sigh toward the small wet spot on her chair and straightened the skirt of her dress, relieved that she'd managed to wrap it around her waist well enough to prevent it. that she too was wet after her masturbation sessions.

Even still a little embarrassed that she was about to go up to Logan and ask for sex in the middle of the day, Missy's legs didn't seem to feel the same, as she suddenly found herself out of her office, practically marching into his office, with that sense of anticipation making your muscles tense. Making every effort to try to disguise her expression of desire and stop herself from pressing her thighs together to try to get some more relief, Missy stopped in front of Simon's desk, swallowing hard as his friend looked her up and down. down, clearly wondering what was wrong.

"Simon, uh... Would Logan have a minute for me?" she stammered, with a nervous smile, suddenly realizing that Logan probably wouldn't have time for her. The intense desire had really left her without the ability to reason. He was an important and busy man, with hundreds of obligations that were certainly much more important and priority than satisfying an inconsequential nymphomaniac like her, who was now starting to get excited about everything. Damn, what was she thinking? She should just turn around and...

- Oh, of course you do, Missy. – Surprised, she watched Simon laugh, as if she had told him the funniest joke in the world – I lost count of how many times, just this week, Mr. Knight told me I should let you in if you came looking for him, no matter what time of day. I don't think I've ever seen him so disappointed as the thousand times he's called the intercom to ask me if you'd asked for him and I'd say no. Do the poor man a favor and come see him more often, starting today, okay? – he teased her, making her blush – I don't think I'll even let her know you've arrived. It will do his mood good to have a pleasant surprise. – Her friend waved towards the door, while he returned to focus on the pile of papers that was on his desk-You can come in.

Muttering a wobbly thanks, still feeling a little dazed by what she had just heard, Missy walked to the office door and opened it, her heart pounding in her chest, no longer purely from desire, but also from the warm joy that filled her. it flooded over her not just from what Simon had said, but mostly from the happiness she saw light up in Logan's eyes as soon as she walked into the room and he lifted his face toward hers.

- Missy! – he opened one of those breathtaking smiles, quickly dropping the folder that was in his hands before getting up, walking towards her so he could hug her gently against his chest – It's so good to see you… – the way you that whisper sounded intense, even relieved, it sent a new wave of emotion through her. Apparently, Simon wasn't wrong in saying that Logan really wanted to see her.

- Did something happen? – he asked suddenly, worried, as he lowered his head so he could face her, his brow furrowed – You seem so… tense. – He watched her intently for a few more seconds, until her face darkened – Did Foster or Newton talk shit to you again? Because I swear, Missy, this time, I'm gonna...

-No, no... - Wanting to reassure him, Missy placed her hands on both of his cheeks, caressing that beautiful face as she felt the soft scratch of the stubble that was there - It wasn't that. I just… – she bit her lip, shyly meeting his gaze – I wanted… I really wanted to see you.

- Oh, Missy… – he whispered, looking delighted as he squeezed her even tighter in his arms, making her moan as she felt her breasts being pressed against that firm chest – I also spent the whole morning wanting to see you. I confess that I had to control myself not to go to your office and disturb your work. – he admitted with an embarrassed smile, making her gasp.

- You would never get in my way. – Missy couldn't stop herself from smiling sweetly, barely able to believe that he was feeling the same way she did that morning – But, I… I'm not disturbing you, am I? – she wanted to make sure, worried.

- Of course not. – he laughed, leaning down to give her a slow and sweet kiss that made her panties wet even more – You've just made my day infinitely better, just by being here. He moved his kisses up to her hair, not seeming to notice when she blushed and finally allowed herself to rub her thighs in anticipation. She waited a few seconds, thinking he was going to make the caresses more intimate, but Logan seemed content to just concentrate on the tender kisses he was placing across her face as he held her close, his eyes closed.

Even though all that sweet attention was making her heart feel lighter and more elated, the eager, burning part of her couldn't settle for just something so chaste and loving. Feeling the courage, coming from the desire that consumed her, flood her, Missy took his face even more firmly between her hands and pulled him into a devouring kiss, stroking his lips between hers with such voracity that she could have sworn her tongues came to become one as they intertwined. Deeply enjoying the taste of him, Missy ran her hands over his abdomen, feeling the hardness of each muscle before reaching the place where the fabric of his pants was beginning to stretch over the gigantic erection.

"Fuck..." he growled against her mouth, and when he felt the deft and unmistakable touch of his hand against her panties, Missy felt like crying with satisfaction. In fact, she actually let out a few satisfied whimpers as he stroked her pussy over the soggy, heavy tissue, moving and rolling her hips against those long, fantastic fingers, which always seemed to know what to do to give her an orgasm – Does this pussy need my dick? Is that why you came here? Have you spent the entire morning fantasizing about what it would be like if I fucked you on my office desk, just like I did? - The husky voice of desire became demanding, while he moved the fabric of her panties to the side and penetrated her with a sudden and pleasurable movement that made her let out a little scream of pure satisfaction.

"Yes…" she gasped, pulling him in for one more hungry kiss as she thrust her hips toward his hand, wanting him even deeper inside her, even though his long, agile fingers were already completely buried between hers. folds, stimulating every part of her tiny entrance - Yes, please... - Missy begged between kisses, while he devoured her mouth with passion.

With a gentle stroke to her clit that made her gasp and a gentle bite to her lower lip, Logan pulled away from her in one jerky movement, keeping only one arm around her waist. And Missy was ready to pounce on him again when Logan opened the door, leaving just enough room to poke his head outside, toward where Simon's desk was.

- Simon! – he growled, his hoarse voice sounding certainly abrupt, as it was filled with repressed desire – Make sure that absolutely no one disturbs us, no matter how important the matter is, understand? He barely gave his secretary a chance to respond before closing the door again, his hand moving in a blur as he locked the door, before pulling her to him forcefully, descending his mouth over hers ravenously.

Moaning with sheer contentment, Missy just allowed herself to cling to his broad shoulders as he scooped her up, moving quickly to the other side of the office so he could spread her out on the glass table, sending papers, pens and folders to the office. ground without hesitation. Feeling her skin crawl at the feel of the icy glass below her, Missy let out a deep groan as she saw Logan kneel in front of her, a sight so terribly erotic that it made her spread her legs automatically, placing her knees over his shoulders as she Logan lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down with one hard movement and a literally thirsty look on his face.

A loud moan escaped her lips as Missy felt his tongue penetrate her without mercy, plunging deep into her wet, needy flesh, automatically bringing her to the brink of a powerful orgasm. Heavens, there really was no fantasy in the world that could compare to the real feeling of having him with her, squeezing her ass firmly as he held her open for his voracious tongue, devouring her like a starving man and driving her to delirium. . In fact, it only took Logan a few seconds to plunge that soft tongue inside her, licking her folds and gently sucking her clit between his lips for a few seconds before she exploded into an orgasm, moaning and screaming in utter abandon as he continued to drink every drop of your pleasure.

But even while she was still coming, Logan didn't stop for a minute, remaining relentless, his mouth obscenely roaming over every inch of her pussy, until she was about to come again, her folds tightening almost painfully around her. of his language. Groaning louder and louder, Missy crossed her legs around his neck, wrapping her hands around his hair so she could pull him even closer, internally wanting to keep that perfect mouth inside her forever.

She was literally on the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm when Logan suddenly released her throbbing pussy with a wet sound, kissing and licking and nibbling the sensitive insides of her thighs before lifting himself up, using his hips to keep her legs still open and his pussy exposed to him.

- Take off the dress. – he muttered through gritted teeth, his green eyes dark with desire. Still bewildered by the feeling of not having reached her second orgasm, Missy could only look at him, totally confused, panting heavily - I'll rip it, if I take it myself. And I don't think you brought another one to change. – Logan finally explained, roaming over her body with a gaze so covetous that she felt as if she were already naked.