The One. She was always winning

Chapter 9. On The Table

In my mind, the lingering effects of the drinks with the tipsy Kages at the hotel still reverberated. Or perhaps it was the presence of the incredibly infuriating, lazy, yet inexplicably alluring man beside me that had me feeling a little dizzy.

I tried to concentrate on the contract, searching for a way out or at least a spot where I could cancel my signature, but the words seemed to blur before my eyes. The one thing that remained clear was Shikamaru standing behind me, unwavering and silent, his penetrating gaze fixed on my back, sending shivers down my spine. The rustling of his clothing caught my attention, and as I turned, I saw him settling onto the armrest of a chair, studying me with an intent expression, his hands thoughtfully folded. Damn! He was definitely scheming something! Focus, I urged myself. I needed to find that document, and get out of here like the wind!

More rustling, and I realized he had risen and was now standing right behind me. No, I was definitely going to give him a piece of my mind!

I turned around, ready to throw a punch, but he swiftly caught my hand, holding my wrist firmly, yet with a gentle touch. His face was dangerously close.

"Don't go," he huskily whispered, his lips teasingly brushing against mine.

What was he doing? How? I couldn't even think straight. My heart tightened, torn between emotions—wanting to cry and scream with joy all at once. I felt like moaning, howling, and shouting!

With my free hand, I pushed against his chest, but he didn't budge. And in that moment, I surrendered. My hand slid from his chest to his neck, pulling him closer as our kiss deepened.

And then, like a dam breaking, everything intensified. He released my hand, accidentally knocking papers off the table, but we remained locked in the fervent embrace. I clung to him, tugging at his hair, playfully biting his lips, catching breaths in between. He lifted me, seating me on the table, and leaned in even closer.

My skirt slid up slightly, and I ripped off his shirt, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath my touch. He let out a ragged sigh, his hand moving lower, teasing at the collar. I heard a soft rip of fabric, buttons clinking. What was he doing? Oh, never mind!

His hand gently caressed my chest, setting off a tidal wave of ecstasy that surged through my entire body. Reluctantly parting from our kiss, I tilted my head back, greedily seeking a breath of air. But in an instant, his hot lips found my neck, and I gasped as his hand daringly slipped beneath my skirt, tracing a path of tender affection along my thigh. A mix of surprise and trepidation rippled through me, but the allure of his touch quickly erased any doubts. His fingers ventured beneath my panties, exploring me with a delicate touch, and I surrendered to the moment, the warmth of passion overpowering any hint of shame. My blouse hung loosely around my elbows as Shikamaru's lips now lavished attention on my breasts, while his hands skillfully elicited sensations akin to melting ice cream. Unrestrained moans escaped my lips, my head tilting back, eyes gently closed, savoring the exquisite pleasure.

Abruptly, he withdrew, his hands gracefully retreating from beneath my skirt. I opened my eyes, questioning why this intimate connection had momentarily ceased. There stood Shikamaru, his chocolate-brown eyes now shimmering with an alluring darkness, his breath heavy with anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he gently lifted my skirt higher, his hands tenderly cradling my hips, drawing me closer. A fervent sensation pressed against my panties. Any anxiety vanished amidst another impassioned kiss, and it was then that I realized I wanted everything—every sensation, every profound connection.

His hand playfully brushed aside the delicate lace of my underwear. As he entered me, a gasp escaped my lips, but the initial surprise was rapidly eclipsed by an overwhelming fusion of pleasure and desire. With each deliberate thrust, my spine quivered with pleasure, and the table beneath us creaked intermittently, but my focus remained entirely on the intoxicating encounter. In that moment, I felt as though I were dissolving into the very essence of love itself. And then, as quickly as it began, it all came to an end. Shikamaru held me close, pulsating within me, his warm breath caressing my neck.

Moments later, he gently released me, stepping back to adjust his clothing, his gaze lingering appreciatively on my exposed chest. A blush of bashfulness colored my cheeks as I cautiously pulled my blouse down, noticing that a few buttons were now missing.

Silently, he buttoned up his shirt, ran a hand through his tousled hair, and wordlessly retrieved some papers from the floor. Gracefully stepping down from the table, I inquired softly, "Where's the restroom?" clutching my blouse to preserve some semblance of modesty.

He discreetly pointed toward a nearby door. A mix of eagerness and introspection swept over me as I made my way there, eager to leave the office and reflect on the profound intimacy we had shared.