Mercy

Chapter Nine

Ethan sighed in annoyance.

The merger was never going to be finished.

He was too distracted.

It seemed as if everything Zyporrah did was over-stimulating his senses.

Every sway of her curved hips, had left him breathless. Her shapely toned legs and plump ass were begging for his touch. Her neat fashioned hair longed to be unraveled and pulled. Her full breasts begged to be fondled, kissed, and caressed. Her modest clothes pleading to be ripped by his arms.

He was a mess.

Ever since this morning, their eyes constantly met. Dark brown staring into green. Staring. Studying. Causing him to slowly become undone.

After breakfast was eaten and Joon reviewed the liquidity and financial health of both companies, Ethan hardly focused afterwards. The next step was analyzing the factors of what needed to be done before a shareholder's meeting but Ethan was busy analyzing Zyporrah instead.

He couldn't take his eyes off her body, and he knew she felt his staring whenever she entered the office. Unbothered as always, but today she seemed to welcome it as she stood closer to him, sashayed away from him slower than before and purposely bent down in front of him, close yet too far to touch.

After three hours of barely making any progress, Joon and Ethan resigned to taking a short break as a last resort to calm his nerves.

As he walked towards the black sofa, he settled himself down comfortably with a deep sigh. His eyes weren't heavy but his body felt as if he was sinking underwater, and his mind foggy. That damned woman.

Leaning into the sofa, he closed his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose and tried to calm his mind. Why was it so hard for him to focus?

He had never felt so unhinged and frazzled before. It was usually the other way around. Women would be in a heated longing gaze for him, desperately wanting to touch his sculpted abs and arms, happily willing to open their legs and service him. Women were in heat and bated breath to become undone by his touch. But now. . . He was on the receiving end, under this damned woman's spell.

"Spawn of the devil," Ethan muttered.

"I don't suppose you're talking about me Mr. Niles,"

Ethan opened his eyes to see Zyporrah inches in front of him, arms crossed and glaring intently.

"And to think, I was going to let you conquer me," Zyporrah said smirking as she leaned down, her face closer towards Ethan.

"You are," Ethan growled as he cupped her neck and captured her lips.

It was pure bliss. Lips as soft as clouds touching his own. Finally.

Moaning at the smallest touch from their lips meeting, Ethan pulled Zyporrah towards him and she complied. Slow pecks on the lips morphed into feathering kisses on the neck and jaw. Ethan was indulging himself in her lips not caring that her garnet lipstick was smearing across his neck and lips. He had finally tasted her. But he wanted more. Ever so slowly he lightly guided her to sit upon his lap as he continued to sample her neck, gingerly caressing her back and slithering to her thighs, waiting to grasp her plump breasts only after he entered her. Ethan wanted to sample and devour every curve, every crevice of Zyporrah's body.

Her moans echoed into his ears as he continued to nibble and taste her neck, while slowly maneuvering her skirt upwards. So close he was into claiming her, he could feel the heat between her legs urging him to plunder and fill her walls. That heat. That cave of wonders was soon to be his, awakening his member with a vengeance. He needed it. Needed it. Needed it!

Her skirt finally above her waist, Ethan couldn't barely take it anymore.

"You've had me waiting for this for too long," Ethan purred as he nipped and kissed Zyporrah neck. "I'm going to fill you up like an éclair."

Stroking her thighs, Ethan contemplated into asking Zyporrah to remove her stockings but decided it would just be best that he bought her a new pair and ripped the knee-highs exposing her smooth skin. He was going to have all thirty floors of Joon's company know his name.

"Mr. Niles," Zyporrah moaned.

"For you love, You can call me Ethan," Ethan moaned as he began to unzip his suit pants and continued to kiss Zyporrah's neck.

"Mr. Niles," Zyporrah moaned louder.

"I'm almost there love," Ethan groaned as he began to struggle to pull his hardeded member from his pants.

"Mr. Niles wake up!"

. . .

"What?"

A warm cloth engulfed his face giving him a shock.

Quickly ripping the warm cloth off his face, Ethan tried to gather his bearings. Looking around he saw that he was still in Joon's office, still seated on his black sofa.

"Mr. Niles."

Begrudgingly, Ethan slowly looked up to see Zyporrah.

Pripped and prim was Zyporrah as she stood erect, holding a clipboard, looking down on him. She wasn't disheveled. Her lipstick wasn't smeared across that gorgeous cold face, her plump lips weren't swollen from kissing, and her stockings weren't ripped.

"It was a fucking dream." Ethan cursed in his mind. "A beautiful fucking dream."

"Where's Joon?" Ethan asked as he pinched his temple trying to steer off a headache and ignoring the tent in his pants. If he needed to calm himself down then finishing up the merger would definitely do the trick.

"Mr. Mal-Chin is gone for the day," Zyporrah responded coolly. "It's 8:30pm so it's just the two of us in the building."

Ethan's already stiff member twitched in excitement. As he looked up at Zyporrah, his breathing hitched as he looked in her eyes, a mischeivous smile was placed upon her face.

Maybe dreams do come true.

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