Free Deceiving Her Boss by Elizabeth Powers

that spoke of his desire.  Allie gave it all back to him,
knowing as she did so that this is why she had kept herself apart from him for
so long.  She had known, from the start, that she was susceptible to this man. 
That all it would take was one kiss, one touch, and she would be lost.  But now
she had no choice.  His direct onslaught took all of her inhibitions away.  And
she knew how badly she wanted this man.
     
"Sean," she breathed again, as his mouth moved down her neck and
nibbled along the top edge of her gown.  "Please."
     
"Please what, Allie?" he asked with a groan.  "What do you want
me to do?"
     
Allie's response was to reach behind him, under his suit coat, and to run her
hands firmly up his back.  Standing on her toes, she fit her body perfectly to
his, pulling one hand out to hold his head in place as she kissed him back with
all of the passion she had kept hidden for months.
     
Stripping off his suit coat and tossing it haphazardly onto the floor, Sean
reached again for Allie, wrapping his arms around her and hauling her against
him.  His hands moved on her back, and she felt him seek and find the long
zipper that held up her dress.  As he slowly drew it down the length of her
body, Allie felt the fabric loosening from around her body, felt cool air
hitting her skin where the dress had warmed it.  When the gown fell in a pool
at her feet, Allie realized that she was now standing in her boss's arms, clad
only in her strapless bra, her panties, and her sandals.
     
He pulled back then, still holding her shoulders firmly as his eyes took in her
slim form.  Allie saw the passion burning there as his hand moved to gently
stroke the tender skin above the line of her bra, and his eyes moved down to
the wisp of satin and length covering her.
     
"My God, Allie," he rasped, his voice thick with need.  "You're
beautiful."  Reaching down, he took her hand and moved it to his erection,
straining hard against his trousers.  "Feel what you do to me, Allie. 
Feel how much I want you."
     
But even though Allie wanted nothing more than to give herself to this man, and
to feel him over her, inside of her, she needed to stop this.   Despite what
had happened between them today, he was her employer.  And she couldn't,
wouldn't, become a cliché -- the secretary who sleeps with her boss.
     
Wrenching herself away, Allie picked up the gown and held it in front of her
like a shield.  "Wait," she managed to say, her throat tight with
need.  "Please."
     
Backing away, Allie moved into the bathroom and plucked her bathrobe from the
hook on the back of the door.  Long and heavy enough to cover her, she slipped
into it, knotted it at the waist, and left her gown hanging from the towel
rack.  Moving back out into the living room where her boss was standing, catching
his own breath, Allie said quietly, "I have to stop."
     
He nodded, restraining himself from reaching for her again.
     
"I'll go, Allie, but we need to talk for a few minutes first.  Where do
you want to sit?  And you'd better choose a place where there is some distance
between us.  I don't know if I can stop if I touch you again."
     
Allie led him into the living room and sat in a chair at one end of the room. 
Sean sat on the couch at the opposite side of the room.  When Allie was finally
able to look him in the eye, Sean said quietly, "We will talk more on
Monday.  But right now, I just need to know why."
     
Allie nodded.  She looked down at her fingers, clasped in her lap, and then up
at Sean.  She held his gaze, knowing that she needed him to see her, to really
see her, when she talked to him.  She needed him to understand, and she needed
him to believe her.
     
"I wanted a chance," she sighed.
     
Sean stiffened.  His previous three secretaries had all wanted a chance with
him too.  They wanted a chance to make him fall in love with them, so they
could marry him and his money.  Oh, he knew well what wanting a chance meant