It's the first time I’ve been proud of myself for going to the gym five times a week. Because the way this woman looks at me awakens some new feelings deep down inside of my soul.
As if I really do care about what she might think about me.
"If you don't want any of that, I suggest you run and lock the door of your bedroom," I continue, unbuckling my belt and not looking away for a second. "Because if you stay, I won't let you go until I get enough."
"I thought big bosses didn't do pillow talk," she says hoarsely after a long pause. "I thought they just cut to the chase and take what they want."
I smirk.This woman…
Her mischievous smile, those provocative words, and that voice…
She speaks to me as if I'm her lover, not her boss.
She's not afraid of me, no matter how much she knows and what she has seen.
She's being brave and sincere, ready for anything I’m going to offer.
It makes me wanna grab her, turn her facedown and take her rough, fucking her until she forgets who she is, so harshly she'll forget any other men who came before me.
And at the same time, those feelings she awakens in me make me wanna treat her tenderly, cherish her body, pleasuring her until she can’t take it any longer.
I already took off my pants, shoes and socks, and when I grab the band of my boxers, Crystal holds her breath.
She knows what's going to happen next, and she's ready for it.
She made her choice: Crystal Wilson decided to stay.
In one move, I take off my briefs, and Crystal gasps quietly.
I smirk. She might be ready, but she definitely didn't expect my cock to bethishard.
My shaft springs free, pointing at her, showing what it wants the most.
Chapter Eleven
Crystal
He’s huge.Enormous. The most giant dick I've ever seen.
How the hell is he going to fit in me?
I stare for a few moments, unable to look away, and then move my eyes up to Jack's.
He's smiling slyly, obviously enjoying the fact that I'm amazed by his gorgeous body.
This man wasn't supposed to be this handsome. He wasn't supposed to be this attractive. He's a devil who wanted me to fail. He's a thief who stole Christmas.
And he's the only one I'm dying to feel inside of me.
Jack slides onto the bed, slowly, carefully, like a lion watching his prey.
He's totally naked and I'm fully dressed. Then why do I feel so shy, as if it's the other way around?
"You shouldn't have come to my office." His voice is low and raspy as he spreads my legs and places one of his own between my thighs, pressing his knee to my center.
He tore off my panties, and now we're skin to skin. I feel like I'm covering his leg with my juices. I'm wet from that orgasm he gave me before and aroused in anticipation of what else he can give me.
"You should have stayed away from me," he continues, leaning closer to me and placing his hand on my neck.