’What is she doing here?’ He questioned in his mind, puzzled. Why would his boss come all the way to his house just because he quit his job? Just how crazy was she willing to get?

"Boss. Miss. Lana, why are you at my house? I know I quit over the phone, but I doubt this is legal, misusing confidential employee information... former employee." He said, looking at her as she got up from the ground.

"You jerk, can’t even help me up. And what employee information? I am your neighbor. You’d know that if you weren’t cooked up indoors all the time." She said, rubbing her bum a little from the fall, though she suppressed it and stopped rubbing not to embarrass herself further.

Hearing what she just said, Edward was very confused. Hadn’t his neighbor been a newly married couple for the past five years that had a baby about two years ago? ’She lived here with her family the entire time? No way!’

Edward was not the most surprised though. As he took a better look at the young woman before him, Lana could not believe this was the same Edward who worked under her for the past two years. She even felt her body heat up a little just looking at him. He was exceptionally handsome now, and tall. They used to be similar in height; now she actually had to tilt her head to meet his eyes properly.

’Just what is going on here??’ She thought to herself. Though she briefly wondered if she had the wrong house, the man in front of her had called her "Boss" and "Lana." It had to be Edward.

Even then, looking at him sent a shiver running through her entire body, almost like electricity. This was exactly the kind of man she had always fantasized about, and he was now standing right in front of her. Perhaps it was because of the state of her heart at that moment, after a brief awkwardness, Edward invited her in, and she accepted.

Edward stepped aside. "Please, come in... I guess. The previous neighbors moved out about three months ago. I barely noticed. I thought it was still that couple." He said. Looking at his memory again, there was no way his boss was that sweet and kind woman who used to live in that house.

Lana walked inside, trying to compose herself. "Yeah, they left rather suddenly. I bought the place. Needed more space and... well, privacy." Her voice was slightly breathy. She glanced around his living room, then back at him, unable to stop her eyes from tracing his broad shoulders and sharp jawline, and practically every definition she could see visibly.

She still couldn’t fully believe this was the same Edward standing before her. It felt unreal, as though it was some kind of prank. ’But he still looks like the Edward I know, just 10 times better. Does he have a brother or something?’ Yet again, thinking on his words earlier, she scratched that possibility aside.

Edward closed the door behind her. Just then, he felt his ability, Intuitive Pleasure, flare to life the moment she stepped closer. He could feel it clearly—a warm, throbbing focus between her thighs, her pussy already growing slick with unwanted arousal. Fainter pulses flickered at her shoulders, a bit across her back, and the sensitive palms of her hands. The signals were getting stronger by the second.

Seeing all this and realizing what they meant, a bold, dangerous plan formed in his mind. ’Damn, just how starved is she? Though with her attitude, I can understand if she doesn’t get laid much.’

"You look... different," Lana said, trying to keep her tone professional. "Did you do something? Work out? Change your diet?" Even though she asked all this, even she felt the questions didn’t have an answer.

Edward gave her a small smile and stepped closer. "Something like that." He reached out smoothly, brushing a strand of hair from her face as an excuse. His fingers grazed her shoulder in the process. The touch was light, almost accidental, but he felt the spark of arousal bloom under her skin even stronger. This move was indeed too bold, but Edward was understanding something.

Lana stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away.

"Sorry," he murmured. "You had something in your hair." His hand lingered for a second longer than necessary, gently squeezing her shoulder. He could sense the warmth spreading from that point, feeding into the growing heat between her legs.

"It’s... it’s fine," she replied, voice quieter now. She knew she should step back. He was her former employee which made anything more feel inappropriate, but her body refused to listen. The feeling only intensified when se looked at him at that moment—tall, commanding, and looking at her like he could see right through her.

Seeing her reaction, Edward grew bolder. He threw away the plans of taking things slow as he reassessed.

He took her hand as if to examine something. "Your palm is a bit red from when you fell," he said softly, running his thumb in slow circles over the sensitive skin. The pleasure signals intensified. Her pussy clenched visibly in his senses, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her.

Lana’s breath hitched. "Edward... we shouldn’t—" But she didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, her fingers trembled slightly under his touch, while her lips told more.

He turned her around gently by the shoulders, his large hands settling on her upper back. "You’re tense," he whispered near her ear, beginning to massage the tight muscles there with just the right pressure. Every stroke sent ripples of pleasure straight down her spine and into her core. Just too much for a horny lady to bear.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped Lana’s lips. "This is wrong... I was your boss..." She said, but drew even closer rather than pushing away, teeth biting down on her lower lips while her head raised slightly backwards, eyes half closed in indulgence.

She felt his hands slide lower, firm and confident, kneading the small of her back. Edward himself could feel her resistance melting, her body leaning subtly into his touch even as her mouth protested.

"You’re a little slut, aren’t you?" He said softly in a whisper, his voice soothing, caressing her mind.

Without warning, he spun her back around to face him. In one smooth motion, he pushed her backward onto his bed. Lana landed on the mattress with a gasp, eyes wide, chest heaving.

"Edward—!" she started, but there was no real force behind it. She didn’t try to get up.

He stood over her, looking down at her flushed face and parted lips.

"This is wrong," she whispered again, even as her thighs pressed together and her nipples visibly hardened beneath her blouse. "I was your boss... we can’t..." But her words hung, as she peeped at the marvelous body underneath the hoodie when Edward took it off.

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A/N: Please Support by adding to Library and read! Heavy Lemons throughout, but story is not tossed completely.