I lay flat on his comfy king-size bed's white sheets as the door opens, feeling the intimately acquainted adrenaline surge run down my spine, turning it cold. All the sensory neurons in my well-sprawled, naked body acknowledge the familiar pungent of his scent.The loud bang of the door slamming stops me in my tracks as I try to jerk my back out of the bed.He approaches, his intense brown eyes gobbling up every inch of my nude body from my nipples' razor-sharp protrusions to my curled-up toes. He knows just how much I want him even if his eyes didn't catch a glimpse of the juice of my wetness dripping from down there as my thighs are pressed tightly."So, I obedient, huh?" He remarks in his deep husky broken voice.I drop my eyes down at the bulge in his khaki pants, disregarding about the dark, alluring orbs of his that are illuminating with desire. Glorious hell! How I want to run my arms through that eye-catching, huge tent that is clamoring to be extricated from its confines."Ju

I finish dressing up just the same time my phone flashes, denoting a call from Grace. Perfecto! She must be here already. With a cheerful hue, I pick up the call."Hi, Grace. You here?" I ask as I reach for my purse, starting to the door."Yes. You ready?" She quizzes from the other line."Yes. I'll be down in two." I respond exuberantly as I reach for the door of my bedroom, dashing out."Okay." She says and drops the call.I traverse my sitting room with an ample grin on my face, and lock the door behind me.This grin and the optimistic attitude haven't left my complexion after that symposium with Damian earlier and most particularly, after that dialogue and wild sex we had under the sun. I feel so jovial and hopeful, and hot and kinky. Darn!I saunter to the cab waiting outside and I open the door, settling beside Grace."Here is the address, sir." I chirp to the driver, passing him the tiny piece of paper enclosing the address."Okay, miss." He says as he presses on the gas pedal,

I stride into the small office that was initially madam Hannah's, the aroma of chicken curry welcoming me. There is nothing much in this office except for the small table and the swivel chair, and of course, the washroom."Mmh." I moan faintly to the aroma, but something else makes me release another louder moan.The familiar sensation of his touch as he encompasses me from behind."Which meal am I supposed to devour first?" He groans behind my ear."Mmh." I spin around in his arms, my arms sheathing his neck. "Which one do you crave the most?" I tease, looking into his bottomless sexy eyes."You." He states, reaching for my lips, and we kiss slowly deep and sweet, our bodies dancing between our arms, until he pulls away. "But tell me what is happening here, huh?" He says, reclining down on the seat I brought and pulling me between his legs. I sit on his thigh.He looks completely exhausted. I don't think he has any vigour for sex that I am craving for, but I don't know how long I can

I wrap up off by fixing my hair into a tight ponytail while standing in front of the dressing mirror. I straighten my outfit and give myself a once-over look. Perfect! I take my handbag, shove my résumé inside after I'm content with how I look, stamp my two-inch stilettos on the floor and make a hasty exit.I find my phone and contact Grace while strolling across the living room. Although I absolutely dread leaving the coffee business in her hands, I must do this. I need to.Just as she picks up, I exit my condo and lock it, marching towards the lift."Hi, bestie! Are you already at your prince charming's office?" She says, and her voice seems to be trotted."It's just 9:10, and my appointment with him is until ten. I'm just leaving." I get into the lift."I see. Good luck. Although I don't think you need it. There is no way that guy would let you off his hook. You should be so exhilarated about the steamy office romance you are about signing up for. Hehee!" Damn that thought! And fu

"Well?" I challenge once more, and this time, he latches his flaming eyes, his chest jerking up and down in a savage breathing. "Get your ass up, and get the fuck out!" His angered grumbling resounds through the silence besieging us, his lips oscillating as he speaks. I pluck myself up with a smirk stroking my mind, but inadequate to manoeuvre its way to my lips. The bitterness I am feeling can't permit it to even flicker on my face.His eyes remain tightly bolted, his godly outlines glowing at me. In as much as I abhor it, I can't suppress the craving he elicits in me. His allure is that dominant on me even now. I can feel my pussy throb with passion after my eyes land on the glorious protrusion beneath his boxer. My hands are trembling with the impulse to delineate this deep v-line down to the tent and massage his balls and shaft. I am squabbling the urge to rip off my fabrics and massage the small square bumps of his abs and the slopes separating them with my nipples. Perhaps, I