Working Under Mr. Black (Boys of Chicago Series 1) - SAMPLE

Chapter 3

"Miss Campbell, I need the folder on the expenses of the company now." I heard Mr. Black's commanding voice on the intercom.

I gulped and responded, "I'll be there, Sir."

I fixed my skirt and blouse before taking the folder on my table and walking inside Mr. Black's office. I pushed the door and saw him staring at his laptop with furrowed brows. He's playing with his fountain pen on his fingers.

I took a deep breath and walked towards him without him looking at me. He's so focused on his laptop and on whatever is written on the screen.

I faked a cough, making him look at me. "I-I got the folder that you were asking for, Mr. Black." I stuttered as soon as his eyes landed on mine.

Events from the interview day flashed back inside my head. Damn. I've been trying so hard to forget that all week but whenever his eyes find mine, I just lose it and tremble.

He raised his brow at me. "Are you alright, Miss Campbell?" He asked in a cold tone.

I nodded. "I'm fine, S-sir." Oh, damn!

He smirked and sat straight while patting his lap. "Come here," he said.

I narrowed my eyes and didn't speak. I was unable to move because of my pounding heart. This is just too crazy! Did he mean I would sit on his lap?

"Miss Campbell, I just gave out an order. Come here," he said again but now with more conviction.

I swallowed hard as I slowly walked towards him. My knees were trembling hard as I bended them to sit on his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist instantly.

"Have you visited an OB?" He asked softly.

My eyes widened at his question. Suddenly, it all flashed back again.

"Are you on protection?" He asked as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his black slacks.

I looked at him and shook my head.

He bit his lip and stared at my eyes again. "When was the last time you had sex?" He asked so vulgarly that it makes me shiver in cold and embarrassment.

I bit my trembling lip before shyly answering, "This is my first time."

His eyes widened at my confession. He looked so shocked and confused at the same time. His deep brown eyes turned lighter and softer. "Where have you been hiding?" He asked in a soft voice.

I bit my lip and didn't respond. How do I respond to that?

He caressed my slick folds again making me moan in a different emotion. "You are so innocent that you make me want to own you over and over again." He uttered before crashing his lips onto mine with a searing kiss.

He cupped my buttocks and I straddled him by the waist. He walked towards the couch. He laid me slowly on the soft cushion before he hovered on top of me.

He's topless and I can see how ripped and firm his muscles are. He has a tattoo on his left chest. It is his last name in tribal font. I traced it with my fingers earning a groan from him.

"Baby, your touch is going to be the end of me," he whispered before pulling a nipple into his mouth, sucking it like a baby. His thumb fondled on the other while his tongue rolled over and over on my nipple.

"Oh, Mr. Black!" I moaned as I feel a foreign sensation build up in me.

He continued what he was doing, no, it was intensified. My heart is pounding so loudly as I arched my back to make him closer to me.