sex-me boss.

As Olivia and Damon danced to the rhythm of the music, Damon pulled her tighter and tighter against him, and she could already feel his erection against her sale. It was making her belly burn and she was getting more and more clammy. She wanted to ask him to stop dancing, but he seemed so into it that she was sure he wouldn’t understand a thing if she asked him.

Almost forgetting where they were, Damon ran his hand over Olivia’s bare back and began to caress it, the latter clinging to his jacket while gritting her teeth to keep from moaning. She was out of it and just waiting for him to help her get rid of her dress, but he preferred to caress her bare skin without knowing that it was real torture for her. He sent his head down her neck and began to rain kisses on the skin of her neck, making her shiver.

-You’re driving me crazy,” Damon had said.

Despite the sound of the music, she’d heard what he’d said and wanted to reply that he was driving her crazy, but she could see that between the two of them, she was still the only one with her wits about her. He placed a wet kiss on the curve of her breast that made her moan. It was a good thing they were out of sight of each other, or it would have been front-page news the next day. He placed another kiss on her neck, which she identified as a hickey. It was too much, but she didn’t have the strength to put an end to this torment, so it was with joy that the orchestra heard her prayers and stopped playing, which made Damon growl.

They returned to the table and Olivia kept glancing at him, hoping he’d talk about what had happened, but he pretended it hadn’t and she preferred that too. He filled his glass and drank it down as if he were angry.

-Did any of the company’s staff make any inappropriate gestures towards you, Olivia?

-I told you everything was fine and I even promised you that if it happened, I’d let you know, so I don’t see why you’re still asking.

Damon nodded, sipping his drink. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t at all reassured by Olivia on Martin’s floor. She was no better than he was given what had just happened, but she was his and he could do what he wanted with her.

-I think it’s time to go home, would you like to go somewhere else?Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was surprised by his question. This man was acting like she was his lover, yet he was her boss and he sure couldn’t afford to go out with a low-class girl like her. She wanted to walk, but given the big car he had, he’d never agree to walk.

-No, nothing at all.

-Are you sure?” he insisted.

-Yes, I’m sure, then we can go.

Damon called the waiter and paid the bill. He held her hand and they left the restaurant. When they got to the car, Olivia moved quickly to the passenger side and started to open the door herself when Damon’s hand came to rest on hers. She closed her eyes to absorb the shiver that vibrated through her body. Damon, for his part, was tempted by her back and without thinking, he placed a kiss on it and gently turned Olivia to face him.

-I’m not an idiot, Miss Turner, I know how to be a gentleman when I ask a girl out, so don’t ever make that mistake again.

She only remembered the part where he said he’d asked a girl out so it was a date, and the thought made her blush to the roots of her hair. It was her first and most gallant date.

-Shall we go then? she asked.

-Let’s stay like this, my Olivia. I don’t want to leave you tonight and never again, I always want to feel your body next to mine from this day on and…

He didn’t finish his sentence and opened the car door for her. He didn’t want to keep her outside without her consent. He was convinced that this wasn’t the last time he’d go out with her, that it wasn’t the last time he’d dance with her, and he was sure there would be a million occasions like this when he’d get to discover her beautiful body.