But Darren is the hottest fucking man I have ever seen. I can see the eight-pack abs outlined under his shirt.
Now I’m feeling them mashing my tits up while his perfect mouth is on my neck. His tongue, his lips, are doing things that I didn’t know could be done.
I’m fucking moaning like a cat in heat.
I’m nervous but oh my god I want him!
And some stupid part of me kicks in and is like, yeah, no, we don’t let him win like this.
Foolish actions for me to take?
Check. This is so dumb of me.
Inevitable action for me because of how my brain is working in overdrive.
Ugh, fucking check. I have that thing with my mouth where it does stuff my brain knows I shouldn’t.
Mouth.
Now why did I have to go and think about something like that?
Darren’s mouth is all over me. His hands are pulling me close to him, roaming all over my body. Things are happening so fast and I can’t breathe.
Not even if I wanted to.
My brain’s distraction from the twisting, aching pull in my pussy that makes me want him desperately?
I’m going to redecorate his fucking conference room.
See, let’s flash back to this morning.
I woke up and he had clothes, makeup, makeup remover, shoes. I got dressed in everything and before he could give me any rules, I opened my mouth to cut him off. He grabbed my wrist when I raised it, his thumbs working voodoo over my skin. The way that he watched me then? It was like he was listening but he was still winning. “Mr. Big Bad Billionaire, don’t you have more important things to do than boss me around? I mean, you have more money than god, don’t you want to tend to your peasants? Your staff?”
After three very long seconds, Darren said with a huge grin, “Why, yes I do.” He released my wrist, grinned at me some more like the cat that ate the canary, and he says this.
You won’t believe this.
“I suppose showing off my property to my company, as I go about my affairs today, not such a bad idea.”
That man had meeting after meeting after meeting.
He didn’t introduce me beyond my first name. No job title, no ‘she’s my property’…so that’s when I realized.
No one knows I’m property.
Now it is just me and him in his private office. No meetings. No visits from his real assistants…so I knew we were alone.
He knew we were alone. If he cared before he pawed me.
He walked up to me. He looked into my eyes and dared me to do otherwise. I kinda wanted to see where it was going.
Kinda have no idea what any of this is going to be.
And now here I am.
His mouth is all over me. His hands are all over me. Darren is a like a wild animal with his eight pack abs pressed against me, those hard pectorals sinking into me, his mouth and tickling lips all over me.
Oh my god?!