"Oh god" Mireille moaned softly as Dante licked her neck and all of a sudden, Dante stopped his ministration but kept her seated on him, his erection, hard and throbbing, pressing into her thighs. Dante reached forward and pulled the laptop towards him. "Here for the password, right?" He asked her and Mireille nodded, doing a slow grind on him. "Oh fuck. That was intentional, Miss. Mathieu. Is that appropriate for an employee to do to her boss?" Dante pulled her hair out of the way and kissed on her neck again. "When that boss is you, then it is appropriate" Mireille replied and did another grind that made Dante groan. "Are you here for the password, Miss Mireille?" He asked and Mireille nodded. Dante groaned and slapped her thigh making Mireille gasp and jerk. "Words." He demanded in a rough tone that got Mireille wetter. "I am here for the password sir" her voice quivered. "Good... Good, good girl" Dante mumbled deeply. "Who are you to me?" Dante asked and sucked her earlo

"Are you sure you are okay, Princess?" Dante asked. The both of them were in the car, heading back home but Dante could not help but feel that Mireille's mood had changed all day. Her eyes seemed to be filled with certain emotions that he struggled to identify. Could it be fear? If that was it, what was she scared of? Who was she scared of?"I am fine" Mireille mumbled. That had been her response to him each time he asked that question and Dante had just about enough of it. "Stop the car" he said to the driver and the car was immediately brought to a halt. "Out" Dante ordered and the driver got out of the car. "It's the express. Why are you telling him to get out in the middle of nowhere?." Mireille asked and Dante grabbed her shoulders. Her jerked her body and made her look into his eyes. His grey eyes searched into her hazel eyes until she lowered her gaze with nervous blinks. "Tell me what happened with you, Princess" Dante requested to know, this time, his tone was more de

The next dayMireille woke up, grumbling a few words as she did so. Her vision slowly cleared up and the first thing she saw was Dante's face. He was crouched by the side of the bed, staring at her intensely. Mireille gulped down, recalling how she had reacted when it started raining the previous night. It had been so many years already and she still could not help herself whenever it rained. "You are awake. Good morning, Princess" Dante greeted and got up on his feet. He was not going to act like he did the last time and ask her things that would make her recall all of those painful memories."Good morning" she greeted back, sitting up on the bed. "You don't have to ask me if I am fine. I am fine" Mireille added and Dante chuckled. "Coffee or freshly squeezed juice?" He asked. "Coffee, please" she replied and Dante picked a cup of hot coffee from the table he had dropped it on. "Coffee with whipped cream""You remember every single detail, don't you? Even my ex boyfriend does

Dante had always separated work from pleasure. His office was a place of work and not of pleasure and not once, not even when he was very horny had he had sex in his office. He had never done in it in his own office. In the office of Bryan, he had done it and a few other places but never in his very own face but he knew that was changing today.He could not wait to take Mireille somewhere else. His hard cock and her pussy wanted nothing more than to meet with each other and rever in the pleasure of each other. "You drive me crazy" Dante picked Mireille up from the floor, holding onto her waist as her legs bucked. She was barely able to stand in her own as the orgasm had wrecked her body way too much. Dante sat back on his chair and slowly pushed Mireille back to her knees, their gaze on each other, filled with lust and want. He ran his hands around her neck before suddenly grabbing her neck again. "Take my cock into your throat. I want to feel it pushing against my hand as I hol

Mireille stepped out of the car and walked to the entrance of the main building, feeling a little bit empty and still yet shaken. The message she had seen had taken its toll on her but she had pretended quite well that she was fine and though she was glad that Dante did not notice and start fussing over what was wrong with her, she still felt it would be better if he was by her side right now. "What the hell are you thinking?" She asked herself and let out a nervous chuckle, walking into the living room.She sat on one of the sofa with a soft groan and ran her hands through her hair, pulling the hairband out of it and letting her hair loose. Dante had told her that he had some 'business' to deal with and after that he had left with a man that Mireille only recalled seeing once. The night she wore the sexy dress, Dante had walked in with that man. There was something about that man that made Mireille a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was his hard look but that could not be it, she had