He cocks an eyebrow, perhaps after realizing that I am having deep thoughts about .
I clear my throat, shaking my head a little. I cannot afford to be weird again. "I think I better off admiring the portraits. You are not good for my sight right now, Mr.
Almeda,” I mumble, ogling his beautiful eyes and avoiding his sugary lips at all costs.
"Yeah? Why?" He groans, his arms dropping to my butt, pressing them hard.
Now I think he shouldn't bend the rules. Can we work like this? "Because I might where we are and rip this beautiful suit off you. You are flaming hot in it, by way. A harmless compliment." I unintentionally lick my lips, making him smirk.
"Well, I dressed to impress someone. I am glad I nailed it."
Ooh, I see! "I hope it's not that bitch you have as a receptionist," I fume, earning a eyebrow from him.
"Definitely not. I wanted to see if I could steal your attention with this."
Really now? He doesn't have to move a muscle to enchant me. And what does it to him anyway?
"Then you did. You look so hot that I am restraining myself from chewing your lips now."
"I am flirting. And we can turn this office into anything you want. Just say a word, ." His eyes change at once, that dark glow of desire dominating them, making me . "Do you want me to bend you over this table? Or on the couch? I also have a jacuzzi in there that you will surely love.”
Fuck! He is messing with me.
"We can do any or all of that, but only after you are done checking my résumé." I his deep pink lips softly. "Then we can celebrate however you want, baby," I , glaring into his eyes. I love how deeply they are glowing right now.
"In which ever way I want?" He groans.
"Yes," I ascertain.
"Then let's hurry and check out what is in your resume. After that, I want to make to you right here in my office. I want your cum to be the only scent I will smell this office for the rest of the day."
Gosh! I am wet already at the mere thought of that.
Wait, make love?! It is no longer ‘fuck you’? Underline that!
He pulls me into his swivel chair, resting me on his thighs. I reach for my handbag where he rested it on his table and pull out my CV.
As I do so, the dress' zip is pulled down, and he trails wet kisses on my backbone as unhooks the bra, making it lose. I twitch as he sneaks his hands beneath the bra, my nipples.
Is this how he is going to conduct the interview?
"You need to check this first, Damian," I mumble, albeit aching my chest to him, my falling back and resting on his shoulder.
His hands seem to be stuck on my nipples. He cannot let them go. "Open it for me, ," he groans, planting a kiss on my collarbone that makes me jerk with pleasure, moan escaping my lips. My upper body is almost completely nude before him, and cock is poking my ass on it.
God knows I'm trying my best not to rub my butt on his restless cock right now. My is throbbing and leaking with the wetness of my arousal.
"Damian..."
"Open the damn thing, Ellie! We need to get this one over and done soon," his hoarse echoes with a sweet, authoritative tone that I can't defy.
With my body flaring and shuddering with desire, I open the small booklet and align with his face for easy reading. I don't know how long I can hold it, as I am growing weak due to wobbling. His hands are like electric shocks on my books, making jerk continually.
"Ellie Marrie..." He starts reading but abruptly stops before reading my last name. Not his voice that stopped, but his movements on my chest too. My nipples are pinched hard between his fingers—too painful for my liking—that I almost my eyes to the pain, not pleasure.
Shit! I should have edited the CV and omitted my last name. Or perhaps I should have him all about my identity before now. That didn’t cross my mind and now my are freaking paying for the shock that I have caused him.
Shiet!
"Damian!" I whimper between pain and shock, but he doesn't move. "Shit!" I drop the booklet on the table and attempt to yank his hands from my nipples, but he is them too tight. The more I try, the more painful it gets for me. "DAMIAN!
You are hurting me.”
“OUCH!" I am knocked off balance in a millisecond, and the impact of his push me dangling on the edge of the slick table as he springs to his feet at lightning .
Albeit the shock and confusion, I struggle to get to my feet before my butt slams on cold floor while he stands a safer distance away from me.
Scantily clad and totally taken in by his actions, I look like a mess as I steady my self to my fluttering feet. My nipples are painfully itching—perhaps even , I don’t know. I am not sure. so I had to run my hands over them to at least the itching —a terrible idea. I discharge my hands and shoot at this...
Confusing Jerk!
How could he...
I stopped cursing him after seeing the look on his face.
He looks like a different, scary beast, ready to tear me into pieces. He is already doing with his vicious glare. A beast I have never seen racks before me, his eyes piercing my face in a deadly glare. A beast that would scare the fuck out of the devil . He is furiously raging, not with desire but with anger. Resentment? Shock! A of all those things!
I know I should have expected a reaction. The shock, yes, I understand. But this anger, fury, this resentment?