PART TWO
'Okay,' that simple word reverberated through her like a seismic shift, carrying an undercurrent of longing and desire. As she met Dom's gaze, her heart skipped a beat as she searched for confirmation in his eyes. The silent affirmation ignited a torrent of emotions within her, a primal hunger that propelled her to melt into his embrace.
Their lips collided in a heated kiss, his strong arms sweeping her up and placing her on top of the desk, sending objects crashing to the floor. His kisses were ravenous and possessive, his teeth grazing her lower lip, eliciting a guttural moan from her. He teased her with his tongue, his hands roaming her body, seeking the sweet release of skin-to-skin contact beneath the gown that enveloped her.
Dom shed his suit jacket, his lips trailing across any exposed flesh as she arched her neck, indulging in the ecstasy of his kisses. Their hunger for each other grew insatiable, their bodies craving the friction of their clothes being torn away. Dom expertly located the zipper of her dress, his lips grazing her collarbone as he lowered it to the floor.
She gracefully lifted her legs, allowing the garment to slide down, leaving her only in her lingerie. His kisses ignited a fire within her, causing her to bite her lip and moan as she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the sculpted torso beneath. Her fingers found the belt loops, effortlessly unbuckling his trousers, which collapsed at their feet. Her gaze fell upon his manhood, standing proudly at attention, commanding her attention.
Dom stepped between her legs, his kiss deepening as he slipped her panties away. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tongue dancing across her sensitive folds while she savored the pleasure of his touch. He lingered at her brink, his fingertips teasing her with anticipation. 'Fuck,' he groaned, slowly breaching the barrier of her warmth. As he filled her with his essence, she gripped the edges of the desk, her moans echoing through the room. 'I love you,' he whispered, his words sending a surge of ecstasy through her body.
'I never stopped loving you,' she confessed as his manhood hardened at her declaration, his thrusts quickening within her. He smiled, his hand tightening around her neck as he drove into her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sound of their breathless passion, a symphony of desire and fulfillment that reverberated through their souls.
Her body throbbed with ecstasy as his rough hands gripped her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The relentless pounding of his cock against her body echoed through the room, a symphony of primal desire. His commanding voice demanded her attention, his gaze piercing into her soul as his words cascaded over her like a ravaging storm.
'Did you give my pussy up?' he demanded, the question laced with possessive aggression. Her voice caught in her throat as he relentlessly thrust into her, his movements tearing through her defenses. 'Please don't stop,' she whispered, her words a desperate plea for his relentless assault. His hand tightened on her nipple, his grip bruising her tender flesh. He pulled her leg over her head, forcing her into an uncomfortable position.
The look on her face, the way her pussy convulsed around his shaft, sent him spiraling towards the edge. 'Take it,' he growled, his voice a guttural command. Nina's body surged with pleasure as he ruthlessly rubbed her center, his fingers dancing across her sensitive folds. 'Faster, baby,' she urged, her voice laced with lustful abandon. As their climax approached, he leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss on her lips, the salty taste of his desire mingled with the sweetness of hers.
He withdrew from her body as she gasped for breath, only to turn her on her stomach and enter her again from behind. Her ass bounced against his dick, their bodies in perfect sync as they reached a crescendo of ecstasy together. Their breathing became ragged as he pulled her hair, the sound of their grunts filling the room. In the throes of their passion, they lost themselves in the moment, their bodies colliding in a primal dance of unbridled lust.
They had cum together for what seemed like the forth time, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled together in a post-coital haze. Dom's arm was still wrapped around Nina's naked body, his fingers tracing patterns on her soft skin. She laid on his chest, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat.
But the sound of someone speaking on the microphone caused reality to set back in on the both of them. Nina sat up quickly, scrambling for her clothes that were scattered across the room. She had forgotten where they were at, her mind entirely consumed by the pleasure that Dom had given her.
Dom watched her silently, his eyes following her every move as she dressed. He couldn't help but admire her body, his mind filled with thoughts of all the ways he wanted to touch her, to taste her. He licked over his lips, pulling her bare body back into his as she tried to slip her bra back on. If she wasn't so worked up about leaving, he would have her bent every which way, fucking her all over the office.
'Domani, let me go we have to get back out there.' Nina said, her voice barely above a whisper.
'No we don't.' Dom replied, his mind still focused on their intimate moment. He kissed on her neck, the gala being the least of his worries. All he was worried about was her, if he could have it his way he would keep her here with him forever.
Nina bit on her lip, her eyes closing for a second before she opened them grabbing his chin and looking into his eyes. She wanted to stay here with him, she did. But she knew they had to get back out there before someone noticed they were gone.
'I wanna stay here with you, I do. But we have to get back out there before someone notices we're gone.' She said, her voice filled with regret.
'You worried about that nigga.' Dom replied, using the crude term to refer to Zeke.
'D, please.' Nina kissed his lips. 'I meant everything that I said earlier and I hope you did too. But, I don't want to hurt Zeke, I care about him, he doesn't deserve this.'
Dom nodded, watching as she slipped her dress back on and looked in the nearby mirror at her appearance. She laid her hair down, to the best of her ability, as Dom stood slowly putting his clothes back on.
He admired Nina, the way she cared for others even when it wasn't necessary. If roles were reversed, he wouldn't give a second thought about hurting the other person's feelings. But that was one of the things he loved about her, her kind and caring nature. He knew that he had to let her go, to do what she thought was right.
"Okay, I'll go out first. Wait five minutes before you follow." She kissed him, this time she was the one to bite his lower lip, giving her the access to slide her tongue into his mouth, before she pulled away with a smile. "How do I look?"
"A little too happy to see that nigga."
She rolled her eyes, playfully wrapping her arm around her man as the other one trailed down his body, stoping at his dick, she rubbed him through his slacks feeling him grow beneath her hand as she stood on her tip toes to whisper in his ear. 'Meet me at my house, when this is over.' and with that she disappeared.
As she walked out of the room, Dom couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He didn't want her to go, he wanted to keep her here with him, where he knew she was safe and happy. But he also knew that he couldn't stand in the way of what she thought was right.
He watched as she walked back to the gala, her head held high and her posture perfect. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he knew that he was lucky to have her in his life.
As he pulled his suit jacket on, he walked out of the office, his stride slow as he walked down the hall, giving Nina the time she needed before he entered the ballroom.
Amidst the bustling ballroom, a symphony of voices and laughter filled the air. Yet, one gaze cut through the vibrant tapestry like a piercing ray of light. His eyes, as if guided by an invisible magnet, found their unwavering destination: Nina. In any room she graced, his gaze was drawn to her as inexorably as a moth to a flame. Regardless of the multitude of faces, his eyes remained fixated, seeking her out with an intensity that spoke volumes.
As he watched her engage in conversation with Chloe, a flicker of unease crossed his features. Something was wrong, a subtle shift in her demeanor that hinted at a hidden turmoil. Instead of approaching her hastily, he chose to observe from a distance, his eyes never leaving hers. As Nina scanned the room, her gaze seemed to search for another presence, Zeke.
