Page 21 of Under Her

“She’s proud of you.”

It’s nice to hear that. I know my parents are proud of me, but hearing it never grows old.

There’s a lull between us. But it’s not the awkward lull that we had last week when I went to her office. And, this time, we’re looking at each other. Neither looking away. And this silence is definitely filled with something…

“So, I should…” She thumbs over her shoulder, not finishing her sentence.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I really need to get on with this; otherwise, I’ll be here all night.” I round my desk and sit down in my chair.

“Thanks for this.” She lifts the folder away from her chest before clasping it back to her, and for a moment, I’m jealous of that folder, all squished up against her tits.

As she turns away, I feel the weird urge to keep her here even if for just one more moment.

“Did you manage to get a PA sorted?” I ask her.

She stops and turns back to me. “Yeah.” She smiles. “I interviewed three candidates yesterday, and there was one who was a standout—Sierra. I called her up earlier to offer her the position, and she accepted. Great thing is, she can start on Monday, as she’d been temping and her temp job finished last week.”

“That’s great, Morgan. I hope she’s as good a PA for you as Chrissy is for me.”

Seriously, there’s nothing more valuable than a great PA. Chrissy is like gold dust. Great PAs are hard to come by. If Chrissy ever decided to leave me, I wouldn’t be too proud to get on my knees and beg her to stay.

“Answer wisely, Morgan.” Chrissy’s voice carries through to my office from her desk outside.

Morgan chuckles and glances over her shoulder, out of my office and at Chrissy. “I don’t think it’s possible to find a better PA than you,” Morgan says to her.

Then, she looks back at me, bites the corner of her painted lip, and winks. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

And I’ve seen a lot of hot.

My cock hardens instantly, like an iron spike in my pants, and I thank the fucking Lord that I’m sitting down and that my desk is hiding my preteen dick.

“Thanks again for this.” Morgan taps the folder with her fingers. “Have a great weekend. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Yeah,” I mutter because I’m still in shock.

I just got hard, and I’m talking a full-on raging boner that’s still here from Morgan biting her lip and winking at me.

That hasn’t happened to me in…well, ever.

And I haven’t had a random, inappropriate hard-on since I was a teenager when they were par for the course.

Seriously, what the fuck is going on?

I’m not one of those guys who is all about the forbidden fruit and the chase. I’m not the kind of guy who wants something purely because he can’t have it.

I don’t have to go after the unobtainable because there’s more than enough of the obtainable out there for me.

In the past, there have been women who worked here, some seriously hot women, who I would have happily screwed, but it never bothered me that I couldn’t, and I definitely didn’t sprout random erections because of a lip bite and wink from them.

I just don’t understand what’s going on with me at the moment.

It’s stress. It has to be.

I’ve had a lot going on this past week.

Or maybe… after all these years, I have actually grown tired of all the easy pussy, and the fact that I can’t have Morgan is doing these crazy things to my cock. And she did used to hate me in college, so there’s the added challenge.