I Can’t Stop Fantasizing About My Straight Boss’s Pussy

I had been losing my mind for exactly twenty-nine days.  

Ever since Elena Voss hired me as her personal secretary, I've stayed soaked at my desk every single morning. 

She was thirty-one. 

Tall, with sharp cheekbones and those striking ice-blue eyes. 

Her ass looked incredible in the fitted pencil skirts she wore, making my mouth water every time she walked past. 

Elena was straight. 

Engaged to some boring finance guy and completely off-limits in every way that mattered.  

Until she looked at me with those fuckable eyes, and I decided that she wasn’t.  

It probably wasn't right. I knew but when I touched my wet folds, thinking of her sweet smell and how her hair would feel in my fist. There was no going back. I just had to have her. 

I gave myself a week.

Seven days to seduce my untouchable boss until she turned into a dripping, begging mess who forgot her boyfriend even existed.  

Seven fucking days.

It seemed impossible but I was determined.

Day One began with the shortest black skirt I owned. I wore nothing underneath it. Letting my nipples strain beneath the fabric as the ac air cooled my skin.

My tiny white blouse also had a couple buttons undone.

At 8:14 AM, I walked into Elena’s office. Swaying my hips gently and carrying her usual black coffee.  

“Morning, Elena." I greeted sweetly as I set the cup down. Bending over her desk more than necessary.

My skirt rode up high enough that if she looked, she would see the soft curve of my bare ass.  

Behind me, Elena glanced up from her laptop. My lips curled as those cool blue eyes moved over me once, then again.  

“Claire… is that appropriate for the office?”  

I bit my lip and tilted my head, keeping my expression innocent. “What do you mean? It feels a little warm today.”  

Elena remained frozen.

Still hiding my smile, slowly, I turned, pretending to adjust the files on her shelf. 

Then I arched my back so my ass pushed out toward her. 

She was looking.

I could feel her stare burning into me. And when I glanced over my shoulder, the faintest pink had touched her cheeks.  

Score.  

All day I kept it up. I leaned over her desk to point at spreadsheets. I brushed my breasts against her arm when I handed her documents. I crossed and uncrossed my legs slowly whenever she called me in for notes.  

By six in the evening Elena’s voice had grown tighter than usual and she snapped at me more often.  

“Claire, that is enough for today.”

Inside me, I was dying with laughter but outwardly, I lifted my brow. “Are you sure, boss?”

Her eyes narrowed and she gritted out. “Go home.”  

Giving Elena the sweetest smile I could muster, I agreed. “Okay.”

No point in ruining all the fun now.

This was only Day One. I still had six more days to break her.