I stride into the small office that was initially Madam Hannah's, the aroma of chicken welcoming me. There is nothing much in this office except for the small table, swivel chair, and, of course, the washroom.
"Mmh." I moan faintly at the aroma, but something else makes me release another moan.
The familiar sensation of his touch as he encompasses me from behind. "Which meal I supposed to devour first?" He groans behind my ear.
"Mmh." I spin around in his arms, my arms sheathing his neck. "Which one do you the most?" I tease, looking into his bottomless, sexy eyes.
"You," he states, reaching for my lips, and we kiss slowly, deep and sweet, our bodies between our arms, until he pulls away. "But tell me what is happening here, ?" He says this, reclining down on the seat I brought and pulling me between his . I sit on his thigh.
He looks completely exhausted. I don't think he has any strength for sex that I am , but I don't know how long I can survive his richly seductive scent and the radiating from his body.
"I own this place now. I bought this shop," I mumble.
Silence!
His mind travels miles away to wonderland for minutes. I don't know whether he is for more information, which I don't have, or he is finding the idea so absurd he has no words at all. Well, he has to say something. Anything at all.
"Hey?" I call, and he jerks his head gently, like someone who has been called from a slumber.
"Sorry. How? I mean..." He starts, but I cut him off.
"I sold my car after I saw this shop put up for sale. That night, you found me talking a guy in the parking lot. I was so desperate to do something, and I Ahem." . “when
I saw this coffee shop, I just felt the need to own it." I narrate the story from the to the end, and like a good boy, he listens, tickling me as he runs his hands on my thighs, letting every bit of the story sink in.
"It seems like your star was allotted to glitter in this city, huh? You should have come earlier," he states when I am done. "Congratulations, honestly. But are you sure is what you really want to do?" He adds.
I knew this would come up. "For now, I guess yes. I mean, my father messed up all chances of me working in my specialized profession. It doesn't hurt to try different, right?" I mumble, because, in a way, I miss doing what I was to doing.
"You know you have an option, babe," he states, pulling me for a kiss. "I will be the terrific boss you will ever have," he says between kisses, biting my lower lip as he pulls away.
I can imagine him being my boss. Ghosh! I know he said something about not mixing and pleasure, but I am certain having me around would make him eat back his . "Yeah? I don't think you can constrain your mind to your work when Ellie
Marrie is in the same office with you," I state as we stare at each other.
He giggles around. "Mmh. I doubt that too, but I can always come to you whenever need arises. And you can do the same," he licks his lips, turning them into a very scene.
I knew it. With me, he can bend all the rules. "I recall you saying that you don't mix with pleasure. What happened to that?"
"I make the rules, and I can also bend them when it's beneficial," he says with a , devilish wink.
Ahem!
"And what will be so beneficial about you bending the rules for me?"
That got me to stare at him sternly, eagerly waiting to hear his reasons.
"Because it will be sensational to have your smart brain in my company and a goddess you by myself all day long. For those two reasons only, I can compromise. What you say? I know you wouldn't mind having this sexy god every single day," he .
It's admirably amusing how he knows how to work his way out. My brain is for his , and my body is for satisfying his sexual desires. Smart arse. A tempting , because, hey, I wouldn't mind being around him all day where we can just out for a quick fuck and return to our posts. I would love that, but for now, I an obligation to this shop. Maybe, just maybe...
"How about we see how the coffee shop performs first? After that, maybe I can think your offer," I suggest.
He frowns shortly, then nods. "No pressure, baby. I will wait. And I don't want you to that I am discouraging this step, okay? Just don't throw away all your previous because of these new ones. I don’t think you fit here, really, but that is just a opinion. I will it to you and time to tell," he winks, and I smile.
I told you he was the most understanding man in the world. And respectful as well.
He doesn’t agree with this, but he is discouraging me either way. He wants me to my dreams and not limit myself to this, but he isn’t forcing me either. I love . "I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Almeda."
"So," he tugs me closer to him, our chests colliding, and he smirks at that. "How do suggest we celebrate this, huh? You amazed me, you know?" He says this, eyeing eyes one after another.
Did I now? "You tell me,” I say with a smile, “that way I can compensate for keeping in the dark." I mumble, nuzzling his neck as his hand sneaks underneath my top, my bra to get access to my boobs. I flinch.
"Mmhh. I love your hard nipples, baby. It seems like you had been anticipating this,”" groans, pinching the nipples roughly, making me ache my chest to him.
But, of course, I have been anticipating this. Especially after Grace brought that sh*t . "Suck them."
"What?" He stops, pulling the top up roughly, exposing my delicate nipples to the cold air, the contact making me whimper as they harden.
"Suck my boobs, Damian. I want to feel their hardness in your warm mouth," I order an aroused bitch.
He stands up with me, pulling out my top and discharging it to the floor. He then for my bra and unclasps it, throwing it to the floor too. He sets me down and a step away to admire my erect nipples. A moment that is too long for my self.
"No..." He mutters after a moment of painful staring, shocking the hell out of my pussycat.
No? What no? "What?" I whimper, and instead of responding, he bends his gorgeous and picks up my top and bra.
I watch him as he helps me pull down the top while he shoves the bra into his pocket.
He then leans in and gives me a long kiss.
"We can't do it here. Let's go to your house, baby." He kisses me again, a soft moan his sweet, wet lips as we pull away. "Let's go before we taint the memories woman has in this office," he whimpers, wrapping my waist with one hand while reaches for the box of food with the other, and he leads me out.
Time for celebrating, and hey, at least he has his brain intact. He is thinking with his , not like me. Poor old woman! I can’t believe I even thought of having sex in office. Just what have I become?