The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss

Chapter 30

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Ahem!
This chapter is not for under 18's🌚 so skip to the next chapter if you close your eyes during kissing scenes in movies, you won't miss much on the plot- I mean just a lil bit but it's not that deep❤️

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Loriatte's tongue ran across her bottom lip which suddenly felt dry, her heart thumping so loud in her chest she was afraid he could hear it.

It was as if the temperature in the room had suddenly increased even though the sound of the air-conditioner enveloped the entire room, even her face felt hot- or was that all Zayden?

What did he mean by what he said!? He felt what about her!?

Her racing thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when she felt his fingers lightly run across her wet folds, making her shudder so bad that she had to grip the satin sheets to find some sort of stability.

She hadn't even registered when or how he got her panties completely off her.

"Fuck," Zayden groaned, looking down at her exposed lower lips, "you're soaking."

She felt completely exposed under him- which she was- and it had a new form of insecurity and self doubt clawing at her, she wanted nothing more than to crawl away from him and hide under the covers.

She didn't know what she looked like from his point of view...and if he liked what he was seeing, and the fact that he kept silently staring at her only made more negative thoughts swarm around in her head.

Why is he so quiet?

Why isn't he doing anything?

Does he not think I'm pretty?

God, please stop looking at me.

"Don't..." Zayden's hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him, then in a deep raspy voice that had her body vibrating with excitement, said, "don't run from me."

She hadn't even realised that she was squirming away from him with each negative thought that crossed her mind.

She needed to stop.

But what if-

Loriatte whimpered when she felt his long finger slowly push through her opening, "Zay..."

The rest of his name died in her throat and instead, a strangled breath left her mouth when Zayden slowly began working the finger into her, and out, over and over again in an agonisingly slow rhythmic pace that had her grip on the satin sheets tightening and her breathing deep and uneven.

The faint squishy wet sound was drowned out by the sound of her incessant low moaning, "Zay..." she didn't even know why she kept trying to say his name or what she wanted to so badly tell him, all she knew at that moment was that she damn near lost her mind when he smoothly slid in a second finger, and she felt herself stretch just a little bit more and added pleasure shot through her.

"So tight..." His voice sounded strained, he bent forward and captured her lips in his.

Loriatte's hands shot up to dig into his hair, each hand grabbing a handful of his brownish locks as she pulled his face closer to hers as if he wasn't already close enough with his mouth on hers, their tongues locking in a heated, passionate dance.