Mr. Morgan watched as Cyra left the room with the newest member of his tech team and leaned back in his chair. God she was even more beautiful that she had been the last time he'd seen her. If he'd known she was going to be such a distraction from his work, he probably would have made some excuse to Jake about waiting for the kids to start working at the office together. He had no problem fucking the women who worked under him, but he knew that Cyra was the one woman who should be off limits.

"Mila," he said, pressing a button on his intercom, "come in here immediately."

"Yes Mr. Morgan." came her immediate reply, "what can I help you with, Sir."

The dark haired beauty was in the room in a matter of seconds. It had been at least two weeks since the last time he'd buried his cock in her pussy, or either of her other holes, he'd been so busy dealing with the business he'd hardly had time to go home to shower. In fact he had a personal bathroom with a shower and closet through a door at the back of his office that he'd used more often in the last month than the one at home.

"I need to get off, Mila. Now." He said the words in a low voice as she walked towards him in her entirely inappropriate office attire.

Mila's dress was longer than Cyra's, it nearly brushed her knees, but the stretchy rose knit fabric was so tight it hugged every curve of her perfectly tanned body, and with it's spaghetti straps and plunging v-neck it hardly held in her enormous breasts. She sashayed across the room in her sexy little heels, tossing her long dark curls back off her shoulders as she stared at him with her enormous dark chocolate colored eyes.

"Do you want me to suck you Sir, or do you want to bend me over your desk?" She was already pulling down the top of her dress and in a moment it had fallen on the ground around her ankles as she easily stepped out of it.

"Fuck." He muttered the word. "On your knees, slut." Mila raised a perfect eyebrow at him and smirked, because he'd never called her a name, as she dropped to her knees in front of his chair. She unzipped his fly and his thick, hard nine inches sprang out of his pants and into her face.

"Yes Sir."

She wrapped her skilled pink lips around the tip and made eye contact with him as she began to bob up and down on his huge, cock. He buried his hands in her hair, but instead of staring at her like he usually did he threw his head back and closed his eyes. All he could think about was the hot little piece of ass across the office in the filing room and how badly he'd like to be fucking her mouth at this exact moment.

After five minutes, which was the longest he'd gone with a blowjob from Mila without shooting his cum down her throat, Mila's mouth felt... fine. But he wasn't getting off. He was still distracted. He stood and grabbed her more firmly by the back of her head, changing his angle as he began to fuck her throat. He thrust hard into her, all the way up to his balls and finally felt as if he were building towards his release.

He closed his eyes again. He couldn't help but picture Cyra on her knees in front of him, her sweet red lips wrapped around his cock. He was so close.

Logan heard the door open and he heard a gasp. Opening his eyes he saw Cyra standing there, staring at him in the doorway, her enormous blue eyes meeting his before dropping down to stare at Mila on her knees sucking his cock.

And then he was coming, his hands still buried in Mila's hair. He thrust deep into her throat as his seed exploded out of his cock, sliding down Mila's throat as she swallowed every drop.

He raised his eyes back to the open door but Cyra was gone.

"Fuck." He muttered, as he pulled away from Mila and zipped up his pants. "You should get yourself dressed and cleaned up." He turned away and ran a hand through his hair. Having his son's hot little girlfriend working in the office was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Cyra walked into the office on her third day of work. Daniel had managed to help show her where the files were after that embarrassing incident where she had burst into Mr. Morgan's office on the second day. I'll probably never go into another room around here without knocking, she'd muttered to herself, as the image of her boyfriend's father's huge rod thrusting in and out of his assistant's plump pink mouth was now fixed in her memory.

The worst part was how hot and bothered it had left her. She'd had to sit in the file room, continuing to scan papers, feeling the slick wetness soak into her panties and knowing that she had a dinner date with Lawson later in the day that would end with him peeking her cheek at the door and nothing else.

It was extremely frustrating. She and Lawson Morgan had been dating for four years, basically their entire high school careers and they'd never gone further than kissing. And the reason was entirely due to Lawson's strict morals. He had announced on their second date that he was waiting until his wedding night to have sex and that his blushing bride needed to be a virgin too.

Cyra squeezed her legs together and thought about what she'd seen in the office again. Once Lawson had let his hand brush over her breast through her sweater after kissing heavily for the better part of an hour, but then he'd gotten up and gone for a walk down by the lake by himself and he'd said they probably should be more careful when they were alone.

It had been driving her crazy before, but now with desire pulsing through her body, just about all day at her job it was a hundred times worse. This summer was going to be miserable.

Cyra went to Mila's desk, expecting to spend another day in the filing room scanning papers, but instead the smirking secretary nodded her head towards Mr. Morgan's door. "Boss wants to see you." She said she with slightly raised eyebrows.

Cyra cringed. She had managed to avoid Mr. Morgan the entire previous day. She'd almost hoped she could keep it up for the entire summer, because she thought she was going to die of embarrassment if she had to speak with him face to face.

Taking a deep breath she straightened the white mini skirt she'd worn that morning, paired with a low cut red halter top, and walked into his office.

"Mr. Morgan?" she asked quietly, not looking up to meet his eyes. "You wanted to see me?"

His desk, where she had seen him fucking his assistants' throat was at the far end of the enormous room. There was a large white table, surrounded by chairs, where he could strategize and hold meetings, a white couch on the far side of the room, and enormous windows that showed the city around the skyscraper, which was directly behind Cyra as she faced his desk.

For the most part, the decor in the room was simple and modern. The walls were white, and stretched up so high that Cyra couldn't begin to guess a distance between the ceiling and the floor.

"Cyra, we need to talk about what happened when you walked into this office the other day." His voice was serious and Cyra still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. "Please, come over here and have a seat."

She walked forward on the white Louboutin's that she'd picked out that morning, completely unaware of the effect that she was having on her boyfriend's father, and sat in one of the two leather armchairs that faced his desk, crossing her legs in a way that left very little to the imagination in her tiny skirt.

"I'm so sorry about that, Sir. I just was so upset because I thought I'd deleted all the files, and I was afraid I'd be in trouble for costing the company all of that morning's work. And Danield was on his lunch break when I went to him first. I know I shouldn't have burst in here like that. I am so sorry, Mr. Morgan. I really hope we can just forget that it ever happened and go on with this whole summer job thing."

"So you didn't mention it to Lawson?" He asked, his voice filled with worry.

"Of course not." She shook her head and stared at him, her eyes wide. "Why would he need to know what goes on here at the office."

"Good girl," he said, approvingly. "Lawson's done well with you." He continued. "And now that he's finally gotten over being afraid of his mother's silly threat to disinherit him if he fucks you or marries you-"

"He's what?" Cyra interrupted, her eyebrows furrowed.

"You didn't know?" Logan frowned, wondering if he'd just let a very important cat out of the bag. But she had to know. It was the only way Lawson would trust her to be as cautious as she needed to be to sneak around this summer.

"I probably do. I mean we've been together forever. No secrets and all that." She laughed, but if he'd known her he would have known that she sounded nervous.

"I'm sure you do too. There's no way you two would have been fucking out in the boat house last month if he hadn't told you and I most definitely walked by and saw you two there after I docked my boat. Hell I even waited and walked back with Lawson and he told me he'd given up on waiting earlier in the year."

"Good for you two, I say. I always thought his mother, hanging her half of the inheritance over his head because she wanted him to marry some girl from back home in England was ridiculous. And keeping a ridiculous eye on you all the time when you're over was so hypocritical, when everyone knows she's fucking the pool boy and stable boy and who knows who else."

Cyra gripped the armrests of the chair, suddenly feeling quite faint.

"You saw us in the boat house?" She asked quietly. "And you're sure it was us?"

If he hadn't been so certain then perhaps Logan would have noticed how pale she'd become, or the slight tremor in her voice.

"Well I mean who else could it be. Don't be embarrassed, Angel. You looked amazing. Your back was to the window with your long blonde hair flowing down, straddling Lawson and he was facing you. That's how I knew it was the two of you and I didn't call the cops, like I would have if someone had broken in, because I could see Lawson's face and I was glad he was finally getting out from under his mother's thumb and getting some." He laughed and shook his head.

"It wasn't me." Cyra said the words so softly that he wasn't sure he'd heard them at first.

"What?" he leaned forward, his eyes narrowed as his mind began to process what she had just said and what it might mean.

"It wasn't me. He hasn't fucked me. He hasn't fucking done more than kiss me in the last four years." She said more loudly. She tried to stand but the room began to tilt and spin dangerously as she got up too fast and it nearly caused her to faint.