In a world filled with danger and betrayal, Ana Rose embarks on a new journey as a secret agent. Although she has a loving family and a supportive fiancé, she feels that something is missing in her life. Her thirst for adventure and desire to push h...
As Xavier and I step back into the villa, the weight of tension clings to us relentlessly. We bypass Lisa, who is slumped on the couch, and head straight to our bedroom, the clock already striking midnight.
I can't tear my eyes away as my favorite temptation casually changes his shirt right in front of me. There's a playful confidence in his demeanor, as if he's deliberately playing a game to intensify my frustration and fuel my intense desire. Just when I think it can't get any harder to resist, he tosses aside his hoodie and stands nonchalantly before me, his shirtless frame on full display, all the while ignoring the shirt he should put on. The sight of him sends an electric jolt of arousal through my pussy, heightening the internal struggle as I resist the urge to reach out and pull him closer. With wide, innocent eyes and a voice as soothing as a gentle breeze, he begins to speak,
"Ana, we really need to figure out what to do about the mission. It's stagnating, and that's no good for us as leaders," he says, his tone turning serious. "I hate to say it, but we have to push forward—whether it's with Lisa or without."
I can hardly concentrate. "Xavi," I interrupt, my words tumbling out in a mix of exasperation and longing, "can you at least put a shirt on first?"
He lets out a chuckle, a teasing sound that feels like it is aiming directly at my inner core. With a playful grin, he finally slips into a shirt and leans closer, his eyes sparkling with determination. "Alright, sorry, Ana—what about now? Can we discuss work matters?" he asks softly. His disarming smile and the warmth of his voice compel me to focus, even though my thoughts are racing in a different direction.
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"Um, yeah... I think so," I reply, my voice trembling slightly. My gaze flits over to his enticing neck, then lingers on his lips before drifting lower.
"Ana!" he exclaims, cupping my face with his hands and forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "Can we actually have a conversation without you getting distracted by anything else?" His voice is firm, and the way his piercing eyes lock onto mine sends a thrill racing through me.
I seize the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer until our faces are mere inches apart. "You've driven me absolutely wild all evening, and now you expect me to shift my focus to work?! What kind of tease are you, Xavier?!" I burst out, my frustration spilling over as my desire becomes too intense to hide.
Just as my voice peaks in intensity, a knock at the door interrupts us. "Can we come in?"
"Damn it, no!" I yell, my voice echoing with anger. Then, catching myself, I quickly soften my tone. "Uh, actually, yeah—come on in!"
As Nate and Clara stroll in, their faces are lit up with mischievous grins. Nate moves closer, a playful glint in his eye as he teases, "I hope we didn't interrupt anything, did we?"
"Actually, you—" I begin to reply, but Xavier cuts me off mid-sentence.
"You arrived at just the right moment!" he beams, shooting me a teasing glance that sends a ripple of annoyance through me.
