sex-me boss.

-Mr Dixon, Olivia had said as she passed him on her way out of Martin’s office.

Damon looked at her hard and his eyes lingered on her blouse, which showed the curves of her breasts. She saw his eyes darken even more with fury and it frightened her a little. She remembered well that on Monday morning in the meeting room, he had warned her that relationships between colleagues and especially within the company were not allowed, so she hoped he wasn’t misinterpreting what he saw. She couldn’t bear it and left the office.

When the door closed on this girl who never ceased to disturb him, Damon looked at Martin, who buried his hands in his pockets as if he wasn’t reproaching himself for anything.

-So I see you’re getting on very well with Miss Turner,” said Damon.

-I’d say she’s a good employee and she knows how to do everything on time, so she’s easier to work with, and I’d like to thank you for sending her to me. Is there anything you need?

Damon himself didn’t know why he was there. As he left his office, he wanted to reassure himself that Olivia had received her present, but seeing her in Martin’s office like this irritated him and he was afraid he’d come late and Martin had already offered him something.

-Not necessarily, this is my company and I can move around as I please. I’ll leave you to it, Mr. Dubois, and be more discreet next time when you’re drooling over the curves of your colleagues’ bodies.

With that, Damon left the office. He had to talk to Olivia about this at all costs. He was so jealous that he wanted to punish her with a devastating orgasm to make her understand that she was his, but he had to hold back a little and wait for Saturday night. He arrived at her office door and didn’t bother knocking; he opened the door directly and saw her bent over.

She was still in a position that didn’t leave him indifferent, given that her suit was pulled up and he had a good view of her lacy panties. He was trying to figure out what she was looking for, since she hadn’t even noticed he was there.

Once she’d found the piece a member of the company’s new construction team had given her, she huffed and poked her head out of the back of the table, but not paying attention, she hit her head and a little moan escaped her lips. This little cry made Damon tense up because it reminded him of all the times he’d caressed her skin and moved in and out of her.

As Olivia looked to see if the coin’s fall to the floor had screwed her up, she heard a manly throat-clear and gasped. She turned and saw that the big boss was standing behind her. She was so nervous that she took steps backwards as if running away from him, and it was only then that Damon noticed that she had taken off her shoes. This girl was full of mysteries he wanted to discover.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her hair was falling back in her face and a few strands were sticking to her skin from my sweat. He was so hypnotized by this natural beauty that he couldn’t resist, so he moved closer to her and with both hands, parted her hair to tuck it behind her ears. Slowly, Olivia raised her head and her gaze drowned in his. Damon couldn’t bear it and placed his lips on hers. He kissed her so hard to punish her for letting Martin see part of her body, even if it was nothing, but instead of it hurting, he heard moans of pleasure leave her lips. Breathless, he released her and, as if this man were the devil himself, Olivia fled to sit in his office chair. Damon buried his hands in his pockets and looked at her, but she ignored him completely.

-It could have been anyone who was in your office while you were flexing your red lace panties, Olivia.

She flushed, lowering her head even further. Just hearing him say that made her feel wet when he couldn’t even make love to her. She was just waiting for him to leave, but he was still there as if waiting for an answer from her.

-But at least if you want to get into an office, you have to knock first.

-And I suppose if I’d knocked, you’d have hit your head twice as hard, wouldn’t you?

She bit her lip to let him know he’d won. Damon’s eyes had seen the gesture, but it was his limb that was reacting, proof that every part of his body was living in perfect harmony.