Then She Walked In |18+

MATURE CONTENT|18+

Not for Virgin eyes.

*****You Have Been Warned******

Elijah Poiseuille, the wealthiest person walking the streets of Italy, young, handsome, a chiseled face with a light copper stubble, abs hidden behind dark Zegna suits, and a playboy when away from public eyes.

When he's done being cold, ruthless and a jerk he is caring and loving to his angle and that's the reason why he smells like milk power half the times.

Pretty much the same routine everyday take care of his angle, be late for office, call out people, fire one staff every day, get frustrated, irritated, fire one secretary in a week and then another the next, go on trips, miss his angle, come back and fire the existing secretary but not before screwing her.

But how much can a single father do? Life's not always as stable as it seems, especially with a newborn. And that's when she walked in.

He then made his way to my mouth, never touching my lips, not even close, still latching his tongue to my skin he rubbed his cheek against mine, proceeding to my ear whispering," Cristae, tell me how does it feel, my tongue on you, my spit on you, with no clothes to protect this body of yours from me."

His hand moved down to the most sensitive bundle of fibers but instead of descending remained circling on the pelvic triangle, depriving me of my need.