From The Dance Floor To The Church Floor

"Aaliyah," He groaned out her name before finding his mouth on hers again. He went to her neck again placing light kisses on it before giving her a well noticed hickey. At that time, he didn't care about anything.

"D'Arcy..." She muttered out his name in desire as his lips found their way to her now hard nipples. He placed soft kisses on each of them as he went down to her navel. He kissed and sucked it leaving a mark of his mouth's presence on her. He found her skirt and pulled it down together with her inner wear. She looked up at him and seeing him looking at her with so much lust was such a turn on.

"We shouldn't be doing this. It's... It's..." She couldn't finish her words. He had slipped a finger inside her, leaving her breathless. All her common sense gone.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, raising his head to look at her. She was now lying on his desk, everything else had been scattered down the floor.

Did she want him to stop? She asked herself. He was someone's fiance. Not just someone's but the Governor's daughter's fiance and also her boss, But what was the point of stopping? They were way past that, the minute they made love on that very first day and now here on his desk, It was a point of no return.

Without responding, she lifted her hips up to reach his head. He knew her answer and buried his head between her legs. He wanted it as much as she did, no doubt.

At 25, Aaliyah meets D'Arcy D'Artagnan, an ill-tempered CEO of the Artagnan group of companies on the night of his bachelor party. In a no feelings attached kind of job she finds herself grounded in. Is it LOVE?