Miss Montreal

Miss Montreal

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It was always the Mr. CEO, devilishly handsome, rich, and intelligent that sweep off the damsel in distress. I am exactly that, except I have a great pair of boobs, uterus and I wore killer heels. Miss Montreal, the chief executive of Montreal Inc. She had it all, the looks, brains, and men at her disposal. Her employees would code name her Miss Thorn, that pricks others who want to get closer to her, spits fires like rain. It was then that her executive assistant slash personal assistant resigned. Now, that she needs the vacant to be filled almost immediately. She was captivated and interested in Lucas Sullivan, thus ending up hiring him. In her defense, the man had the skills, experience, and knowledge! Not to mention that the man she hired is freakishly charming, yet mysterious. Conflicted between the barriers of employee and employer relationship, where would it lead them? Knowing that Lucas Sullivan had such a repulsive and indifference "attraction" towards his boss, Miss Montreal. (Available on Inkitt)
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My boss.. The walking terror of corporate world is kneeling in front of me. Green eyes look up at me heavily. He is still wearing glasses, and his CEO personality, yet something feels off. His eyes appear so dark and dense, like someone switched off the lights in them as he stares at me with his signature blackness. He takes a deep breath, black shirt tightens around his biceps as he raises his hand and grips the hem of my skirt. And then, he begins sliding it up. My breath gets caught in my throat as his fingers push the fabric higher and higher, inch by torturous inch, till my skin appears above the lacy stockings. My lungs gasp as those deep, penetrating green eyes flicker up at me. Something feral and unreadable flashes behind them, before he leans in. Warm breath grazes my exposed thigh and every muscle in my body clenches. OHMYGOD! What is he doing? What is he doing? My anxieties panic in me. I slap a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling my gasps as his untouchable lips touch my skin. An electrifying current shoots down my spine and I freeze on the spot, unable to believe what he is doing. Soft and warm, his forbidden lips press against my thigh in a slow, deliberate kiss as if he is taking his sweet time to taste the sin of my skin. But he doesn't stop there. A second kiss. Higher. A third. Even higher. Oh my God! 🚩MATURE CONTENT🚩 Highest Ranks #1 in Seductive #2 in Funny #2 in Humour #3 in Blackmail #3 in EnemiesToLover #4 in SexualThemes #5 in Grovel

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