𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐄𝐎'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 | 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

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His pov

"Letting out the desire you want me to."

I let out a small breathy chuckle at her comment while my gaze traveled through her lean figure. Black-coloured bodycon skirt with a slit on the right side which was paired with a deep v-neck brown with three-fourth sleeves shirt. Her face contained subtle nude makeup and her lips were coated with dark red lipstick with gloss shining above it.

I tapped my index finger on the window and in response, she noticed my driver exiting the car immediately. Her body jolted up as I turned towards her, spreading my legs. She felt her submissive side coming and taking control of her but she exhaled a deep breath, pretending to shrug off her submissive self, which made me, the man in front of her, let out a laugh.

I surely sensed her failed trials of being dominant because I knew how her body always reacted in my heat. It begged me and she was fully aware of it.

Now, you'll be thinking that the driver must be seeing everything, right?

Nope. My car's windows are one-way. None can watch what's happening inside. And to be fucking frank, even if my car didn't has it, I still would have experienced this and fucked my secretary wildly. I don't give a fuck to the people outside. Anyways...

Her eyes fell on my body. The grey-coloured three-piece suit looked so hot on me. Though the blazer was hanged on passenger's seat ahead, I still killed the look. The white shirt had its buttons threatening to break down any time soon as they tried their hard to cover my puffed and tough chest. That grey vest gave my already leaned waist , a tight and more sexier look which made me surely look like a damn stud.

My sleeves were rolled up till my elbows, showing off my veiny hands was such a hell of a beauty. "Princess, do I look good naked?" I asked slowly as I shifted my gaze to her eyes. That dominant smirk over my lips explained my darkest mercy. The tension was nowhere perhaps or it was only a myth because the way her breath was stuck, indeed was telling a different story.

I observed her eyes which roamed over my body with a hungry desperation. The button of her shirt on her chest, tried hard to cover up her needy breaths but failed miserably. Her cleavage lining was on my flash, indicating how tight her shirt was getting. I rested my hand calmly on her exposed thigh, causing her to shiver and leave a deep breath, "Darling, I asked something. Do I look good naked?"

"N-naked?" She stuttered, "But you aren't naked."

"For you, I surely am, honey. The way your eyes are devouring me is making me crave to fuck your divine body hard against this seat," I whispered and winked at her and slid my fingers towards her inner thighs across her skin. Her breaths hitched and she rested her head back on the window but her eyes didn't leave my sight.

She felt me caressing her inner thigh sensually but it never touched the place she craved me to. Her thighs shook in need, telling me...oops, my bad; I meant begging me to touch her, to make my words true. I saw how desperate she turned in just a few minutes.

We have an important business meeting to attend in an hour but my beautiful secretary has some other plans before the meeting. I knew she wanted me to touch the sensitive and slutty heat between her thighs. That place which was whole wet. I pushed my fingers nearer to her cunt and it forced her to close her eyes with anticipation, thinking that finally I was going to put my long and slender fingers inside her.

"Fuck," she whispered with a deep exhale with her eyes closed as she threw her head back, sensing my fingers tracing her labia over her drenched lacy panty. A breathy chuckle left my lips when I noticed my lady melting under my touch. Oh how beautiful she looked!