Chapter 33.
S's P.
I am seriously out of concentration these few days, The feeling Youseff's giving me.
I can't stay without his touch, warmth.
Right, Horny beach I am.
Sighs.
But these past few days he looks distracted, whenever i am far i notice hin he looks so lost.
Angry. He clench and unclench his jaws.
Honestly speaking he does look Breathtakingly handsome.
I want him.
The very looks of him makes me wonder how long do we have to stay in here.
Though being in the office too can't stop us from having intimate moment.
His gelled hair makes his look like his ready to kill.
Today he prefered letting his hair disheaveled, slightly touselled on gus face just the way i like it.
And his also lost in deep trace, clenching and unclenching his jaws.
My eyes traveling down to his lips to his slightly exposed chest.
I feel my core clenching, Lips dried and gulping non exsiting saliva
I can't take the heat anymore as i stand from my desk walking towards him with My body warming up.
He turns his gaze towards me as i stop and change my direction towards his desk.
"Um! I need t_the files",
I lie while trying searching for non existing file.
I randomly pick the file and turn my heels to leave.
"Sumaiyah", His hoarsey voice stops me at my track.
I wipe my sweaty palms off my clothes.
"Yes", I turn to face him as he's already standing close.
"Come here", He pulls me close
"Youseff i can't", Forcing me to sit on his chair, i hesitate and sigh giving up.
"Sit", I sit and look at his dilating green orbs.
"What do you need?", He bends slightly leaning close.
I feel my heart thumping hard and fast as i gulp.
"Sumaiyah",
He calls me softly as his eyes darting from my eyes to my chest that's heaving up and down.
"Fi_files", I clear my throat before speaking.
"I hate lies hun", He leans closer as his hand taking.off the pin off my hijab.
His other hand resting on my thighs as i close my legs feeling the tingles down before closing the gap and kiss his lips hard before pulling away.
"You", I whisper.
"Mhh", He smirks caressing my lips as his other hand taking my hand.
Enticed by his actions i failed to realise how i reached on his lap but his smile screams triumph.
Wrapping my legs around his as he pull my dress up leaving my legs bare while feeling his harden member poking my inner thighs i blush.

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Broken Souls (Editing).
RomanceHeyy. ✌🏼Islamic story. Two broken souls are meant to be together but only Allah knows, will they heal mend their heart or completely destroy themselves ______. "If yes? Then who can Mold My heart". An Orphan, Widow and a single Mother who is lef...