Logan was beside her in a moment, one arm wrapped around her waist as he clasped her against his chest, all under the pretense of steadying the beautiful young woman who he'd been lusting after since the moment she walked through his door.

Cyra buried her head against his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed against him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Cyra." His lips brushed against the top of her head as he continued to hold her, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. Lavender. She smelled like lavender, he thought. "I really did think that it was you. Damn it. My son is more of a fool than I thought. If I were in his shoes you would be the only woman I'd even think of touching." The words were out of his mouth before he'd even realized that he'd said them out loud. He felt Cyra grow very still against him and her breathing, which had been coming in ragged gasps, sounded more steady.

Logan hoped that she didn't notice his body's natural response to her closeness. His cock was as hard as a rock and throbbed in his pants, pressed lightly against her stomach as she clung to him.

"Here, let me help you sit down, Kitten." The nickname that he'd been thinking of every time he saw her slipped out of his lips and she smiled shyly up at him, but didn't step away.

"Um, that's okay, Mr. Morgan. Can I just use your powder room to freshen up. I must be a mess. I'm so sorry for breaking down like that. I know it's really unprofessional."

"Please don't apologize Cyra." He stared down at her tear streaked face, stunned at how quickly she'd managed to pull herself together. Even after crying she still looked stunning. "And yes, please, feel free to go freshen up. I'll wait here for you when you're ready. And again. I'm so sorry."

Logan sat back heavily in his office chair. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. He'd never, not even for an instant considered the possibility that the girl in the boat house hadn't been Cyra and now he felt like a fool. Although truly Lawson was the greater fool. Who would cheat on a girl like Cyra? The boy should have told his mother to shove her fortune and should have fucked her years ago. Who was he kidding? He'd inherit more money than he could ever spend from his father as it was.

He heard Cyra's heels click across the marble floor as she emerged from the washroom, her light makeup repaired by whatever magic she kept in her small handbag. Logan felt his pulse increase as she drew nearer to him.

"Sir?" she asked in a small, sad voice, coming around to the front of his desk. "I just want you to know that your secret is safe with me. I do realize that's why you called me in here today. And the rest of it just sort of came out by accident."

He tried to think of a reply but for once he was entirely speechless. His eyes had already drifted down to her cleavage, which was again spilling out of her silky red halter top, and for a moment he thought that the button on his tailored trousers might pop off in its effort to contain his hard on.

"Thank you, Cyra." He barely managed to say her name and when he looked up from her breasts he noticed a small smile curving the edges of her lips.

"I've learned a lot from filing all day these last few days, Mr. Morgan." She bit her bottom lip lightly as she gazed at him, her eyes wide. "But I know that you have so much to teach me this summer. There's just so much I don't know, about business of course, but also about life." Cyra began to tug at the loose red fabric, drawing it lower playfully so that her nipples were only barely concealed from his eager eyes.

"I'm not sure if you know this, Mr. Morgan, Sir." The way she said the last word sent a thrill through his body he hadn't felt in years, "but I actually am a virgin. I haven't even properly been to second base yet, not under my clothes. And I most definitely haven't been to third base. I've never sucked a boy's cock in my mouth or given a hand job and I've never, ever ridden up and down on a man's big hard cock like the one I felt pressing up against my shirt when you hugged me earlier."

Cyra walked with slow measured steps around the side of his desk and stood before him, having given him all the invitation that he needed to make the next move. Reaching out he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her forward roughly, spreading her legs and pulling her down onto his lap so that she was facing him as he pushed her short white skirt up over her hips, his hard cock rubbing up against her thin white lace thong.

"Fuck Kitten, you're so fucking sexy." He rubbed his hard cock against her tight little pussy through the layers of fabric as he wrapped thick, muscular arms around her tiny waist, one of his hands traveling up to undo her hair, letting the gold waves come cascading down her back as he began to explore her body.

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this." She whispered as her lips crashed down on his. Hearing her say those words nearly made him cum in his boxer briefs. He'd had so many beautiful, sexy women, but Cyra turned him on more than any of them.

There were a hundred reasons why he shouldn't be doing exactly what he was doing and yet it felt so perfectly right.

Logan tried to let Cyra control the speed that they were going as he continued to kiss her passionately. He didn't want to take things too fast. But she was rubbing her tight little pussy back and forth across his cock, and although there were three layers of fabric between them, she was doing it in such a way that made it impossible for him to think of anything else. His hands gripped her waist, as he took a slow, deep breath.

Fuck if she didn't stop he was going to bend her over the table and fuck her right there and he was trying to take things slow with her. Or relatively slow. If she'd been his new personal assistant she already would have been on her knees sucking him off.

He pulled her shirt up over her head and saw for certain what he'd already guessed- she wasn't wearing a bra. Her large, perky breasts were so perfect he couldn't wait to touch them and taste them. He kissed his way down her neck, and began to flick his tongue back and forth over one sensitive little nipple while he played with the other. Cyra gasped, arching her back, and he couldn't help but smile at how sensitive she was.

After giving both of her perfect pink nipples ample attention he lifted her up onto his desk, pulling her skirt and panties down and leaving her entirely naked. Reaching over he pressed a button on his phone and Mila quickly answered.

"Mila, hold my calls and don't let any visitors into the office. I'm in an important meeting," he said in an authoritative voice that made Cyra wetter than she'd already been. He hung up the phone before hearing a response.

"Fuck, Cyra. You're so beautiful. You're like a goddess. I just want to worship you." She looked amazing, sitting on the edge of his desk with her perfect little body, staring at him with lust filled eyes. How was it that only ten minutes earlier she'd been sobbing in his arms?

Standing back he stripped off his jacket and tie, and his white shirt hit the ground a moment later. Cyra stared at his washboard abs and chiseled shoulders. Fuck, he was in better shape than his son.

He pushed her legs up over his shoulders and knelt at the edge of his desk. Cyra gasped as she realized what he was planning on doing. Parting her smooth pink outer lips he leaned forward and tasted her, licking the sweet wetness, as he explored her inner folds with his experienced tongue. His strong arms kept a firm grip on her smooth thighs, holding her in place as she began to squirm at the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through her body. How did he know exactly where to touch her and exactly what her body seemed to need?

Little gasps and moans and whimpers began to escape from between her lips as she lay back on the table, her fingers reaching down to run through his hair, her wetness pooling on the white executive table below her ass. He plunged one finger into her tight core, and she moaned louder this time, her thighs coming up around his cheeks and squeezing ever so lightly, her back arching as she began to lose control.

Logan knew that she was close and he wondered if she'd ever had an orgasm before. He wasn't going to stop to ask her, as he plunged a second finger in, feeling up inside of her for that little sensitive spot he knew would drive her crazy, while continuing to shower her clit with attention. He knew he'd hit exactly the right spot when she began to writhe against his face, his chin soaking in her amazing delectable wetness.

"Oh fuck. Feels so good. Logan. Fuck." She screamed out his name and he felt her core begin to spasm and quake around his fingers, a flood of wetness escaping from her tight little pussy, soaking his eager fingers, lips and chin.

He continued to eat her out until she lay still and then slowly, when he was certain that she had finished he pulled away, helping her up into a sitting position and then pulling her over onto his lap. He was still wearing pants, in an effort to keep from fucking her that afternoon, pants that he would have to change the moment she left his office.

If it was possible, and he wasn't sure that it was, Cyra looked even more lovely with her hair tousled and her pupils dilated in the wake of her orgasm. She looped her arms around his neck and lay her head against his chest. "That was nice," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"If you want I can try to suck-"

"No Kitten, not yet. Soon." He stopped her hand from unzipping his pants. He wanted her, more than he'd ever wanted anyone, if he was honest with himself. But something was telling him to take this one day at a time. To make it last.

"I guess I should get cleaned up. Again." She glanced around for her shirt. "I just don't know exactly how I'm going to do this." She found her ponytail holder on the floor and smoothed her hair up into a neat updo before glancing back at him lustfully.

"Do what, Kitten?" He asked, and she blushed at the nickname.

"What I'm doing tonight. Lawson is supposed to pick me up at five and take me to dinner. At your place with the family. I mean, you're never there really, so with him and Mrs. Morgan. I don't know what to do. Should I call him and tell him I can't make it? Should I go and break it off? I don't really want to see him right now." She bent and picked up her skirt and was pulling it on, leaving her panties on the floor before finding her top and pulling it quickly on too.

He'd already put on his shirt and was tying his tie as he thought about what she'd just said. "Don't break up with him, just yet. Not tonight at least."

"Why?" Cyra asked, looking startled. "Should I just cancel?"

"No." He said quickly. "I think it might be a bit late for that." He was thrusting his arms quickly through the sleeves of his jacket. "But I will promise you this. I'll be home for dinner tonight. And don't think of it as a date with my asshole son. Think of it as a date with me. I'll find a way to steal you away and I promise you if you can bear the car ride home with Lawson, I'll make it worth your while once we're alone together at the lake house."

They were both dressed now and Logan walked over to her and put his hands on her hips, his lips brushing against her ear as his cock pressed against her round little ass. "So what do you say, Kitten?"

There was a knock at the door and she jumped, before stepping away and giving him a nervous smile.

"Yes. I'll do it. What time is it anyways?"

"Ten minutes past five." He smiled at her and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Come in," he said loudly before turning to her as the door opened. "My guess is that this is your ride."