sex-me boss.

Not quite remembering what kind of liquid was in the glass because of what she was about to do and, above all, because of how the stranger made her feel, Olivia raised her glass and drank it down before wincing at the burning sensation she felt in her throat.

Damon thought he was looking at a young teenager who’d just got her freedom and believed that real life lay behind the booze, but fortunately for him and for the sake of his evening, she was a big girl because he didn’t recruit minors into his nightclub.

-I like to spend time with lucid people because I like to be remembered.

-I see, you’re a pretentious man too, and above all a man who knows how to play on his charm.

-So you think I’m charming.

-No, I was just finding the best way to let you hear what I think of you, and now it’s over. Why does a man like you end up in a place like this, and especially unaccompanied, when I bet you’ve got the whole female world at your feet?

Damon passed by her and went to refill his glass. The girl drowned in the half-light with him was trying to play hard to get, and it was very tempting for Damon because, without denying it, it was the first time a girl hadn’t snatched the glass out of his hand and thrown herself at him like a child’s candy. He couldn’t wait for the evening to begin, for he intended to etch himself forever in the skin of this girl who thought she could resist.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He set his glass down on the table in the room, then moved slowly towards her, her back to him, allowing him to surprise her and judge the kind of girl she was. Once behind her, he brushed her hair aside and placed a shower of kisses on her neck. He knew that from the start he’d just wanted to “fuck” and win her game, but now he wanted to make this girl regret daring to play the resistant girl.

She tried as hard as she could to contain herself, but it was impossible for her to resist this man who kept sucking on her skin. It was so exciting that she was holding back to keep from moaning. Olivia Turner, she’d never thought she’d find herself in a vip lounge at her workplace, letting herself go with a stranger. With his fingers, he traced her right arm from her shoulder to his fingers, then intertwined them with his and did the same to her left arm. He crossed their arms over Olivia’s belly and pulled her back against his body. Her breathing became erratic, her chest heaving with uncontrollable speed, and he loved it. He licked the skin of her neck and impossible for her to resist any more than she already was, she let a moan escape her lips and felt her handsome stranger smile against her skin. She knew very well that this smile was mocking, but a myriad of sensations lodged in her lower abdomen now prevented her from ever playing the moral girl.

With a sweet gesture, Damon nibbled her earlobe and Olivia gritted her teeth. Never had a man done such a thing to her in the past, normal because all her exes knew how to do was simply empty themselves inside her and get dressed, all cowards and she wasn’t ashamed to say she’d never had an orgasm during all her sex sessions. She knew it was going to be that night, but what the hell? He was a stranger and she simply wanted to win his game.

Noticing that she was letting herself go, Damon gently sent his hand under her dress and began to caress her skin. The sound of her moaning aroused his desire, for her moans were far from those of the women he’d touched, and especially since they moaned even at the drop of a hat. He brought his fingers up to her panties and moved them to the side, using his finger to caress her little bud, which drew a cry of surprise from her. She’d never felt anything like it, and she could already feel her throat going dry. She could no longer stand as her feet trembled.

He arranged her dress and came back to caress her breasts through the fabric while she tried to catch her breath – she was out of breath like someone who’d walked for miles in the sun, and she liked it. He pulled down the zipper of her dress and when she was lower down, he ran his hand over the skin of her back and felt her quiver, he liked that. He placed a few kisses on her skin and slid the dress down her body, which surprised Olivia because she was now ashamed to be naked in front of this man she didn’t even know.

Damon took a few steps back and looked at her attentively. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, her curves were just perfect, and he couldn’t understand how a man could dare let such a beautiful woman roam alone when there were predators everywhere like him. His member stood up on its own every time his eyes rested on every part of that just-perfect body. He could see she was ashamed, which meant she was never used to being bared. She had nothing to envy those remade models because he didn’t need to be told, but he knew she was natural.

-Are you a waitress in this club or were you helping someone?

She was surprised by his question and didn’t know what to say, as she didn’t know him or his intentions. She didn’t know if he was a journalist or if he wanted to use this information against the company.

-I’m not going to tarnish the image of this nightclub because for me it’s the best in town and I’d die if I couldn’t come here anymore.

-I’m a waitress but I’m off work and my friends suggested we go out so I didn’t want to come here, but they prefer this club because they say the hottest boys in town come here.

This confidence made Damon smile, for on this point, these girls weren’t wrong. His nightclub was renowned for being the favorite of the hottest and richest men in town, which also attracted women.

-Your boyfriend lets you work in a nightclub.

She felt ashamed. If only he knew she’d been on her own for years and that it suited her perfectly, because she no longer wanted to leave her heart to these selfish people who knew nothing else but to break it without a care in the world.