by Phavy Prieto
"Fuck!" I moaned with pleasure as I felt his teeth gently caressing the areola making me twist in such a way that I would have surely ended up with a herniated disc if he continued.
I caressed his arms. Then my hands slipped under water to caress his belly and touch his crotch. The sensation underwater was quite different, but it was undoubtedly erect.
Now I will be the one who can't resist any longer.
I bit my lip to overcome the temptation. As I started rubbing on his crotch, Damian pulled me out of the water and placed me on the edge of the pool. I felt cold immediately.
"What the hell!" I screamed in my mind before seeing how that Greek statue buried his face between my legs. Then I screamed for real. Yes, I screamed in ecstasy as he brushed my pussy with his beard.
"Oh, my God!" I moaned, lying down on my back and grabbing his hair with one hand so that his mouth continued to do that. His tongue massaged my clitoris like no one had ever done before. Did he get a master’s degree in some clandestine university? Whatever the answer was, I just didn't want him to stop, ever.
When he began to suck my clitoris eagerly and, at the same time, plunged one of his fingers inside me, I simply exploded with pleasure that I had never felt before. Damian had showed me the stars.
Will each intimate encounter with that man be better than the previous one? Something told me yes.
Maria, you run the risk of becoming addicted.
I opened my eyes and saw Damian standing out of the water while he was putting on a condom. That sight made me feel a wild urge to have him inside me.
He immersed me in hot water again and I felt how it made its way inside me. The sensation of hot and cold was so intense that I moaned out loud.
"You literally drive me crazy," Damian panted close to my ear as he bit me trying to control himself not to hurt me.
His fingers dug into my thighs with every movement while water caressed our bodies. Damian was making my first sex experience in the water unforgettable. His dark eyes looked at me with such an intensity that I simply surrendered to that panther that had now captured its prey. My God! That man was the most fucking handsome creature I had ever met in my life. But now he was simply sublime. I couldn't help but cut the distance and devour those lips again, to show him that mixture of pure agony and need I had for him and his body. He seemed to understand my wishes immediately because his response was equally impetuous. His tongue entered my mouth to join mine in a rhythmic dance. He plunged his penis deeper and deeper, filling me, arousing me, making me completely his.
The moment I touched heaven again – or hell, since I had sinned with pleasure and no repentance – I knew that I could not live without sex anymore, not even by gorging myself on Kinder Bueno. That need wouldn't go away even with all the sugar, chocolate and hazelnut cream that existed in the world. No, I officially declared myself addicted to sex with Adonis.
"Did I fulfill your expectations?" I heard when I was trying to recover myself without success.
Did he fulfill them? I thought not even the best porn actor in history would surpass him.
"It wasn't bad." My shrill voice betrayed me. Shit! I was unable to lie.
"It wasn't bad?" he asked laughing. "I'm starting to think you're very demanding, Miss Acosta."
"I'm an accountant, extreme perfection is my thing," I said in a joking tone.
"Next time I guess I'll have to outdo myself."
"Wait, wait! Next time?" My brain was analyzing the implications of that sentence and all the possible variants of the answer. Final result: guaranteed sex for the next date.
"I hope so, Mr. Devoir," I said smiling.
Who was I to turn down such a Greek statue who was better than a honey pancake for breakfast?
Luckily, the next day the newlyweds left early for their honeymoon and I did not have to bear the presence of the busty woman and Damian's friend once again, even if after that intense night, not even all the poison in the world could have eclipsed that feeling of being on a cloud.
We returned home too soon, perhaps because I didn't want that weekend to end or because of the fear of losing sight of my Adonis. Even though I was aware that I would see him every day at the office, I knew it would not be like that weekend where I literally impersonated his future bride. I had a kind of sense of loss about it, as if that magic that enveloped us with complicity could end as soon as I set foot in Madrid. Unfortunately, that's what it felt like in the taxi that brought me to my house and then Damian to his.
"Well, I guess I'll see you at the office tomorrow," I said. I spoke of work for the first time since until then we had talked only about some frivolity.
"Sure," Damian said without much enthusiasm. "See you tomorrow," he added, coming closer to give me a kiss on the corner of the lips, brushing me lightly, and waiting for me to tilt my head to kiss him. But I didn't. For some reason that was beyond me. I was such an idiot not to. I tormented myself for the rest of the night.
For a change, Nerea was not home. I took a long shower right after I unpacked my suitcase and put some clothes in the washing machine and others to soak. I lay down on the sofa and tried to sleep while watching a documentary. I hoped that, at any moment, the phone screen would light up for a goodnight message or whatever, just to take away that feeling that our time together had only been an impromptu unforgettable weekend.
When I opened my eyes it was day already. As I checked the time on the phone, I knew I would be late for work.
"Damn it!" I shouted and cursed with all my heart that I still didn't have my bloody planner. I had a planner for a specific reason: without it I was a complete disaster!
Although Nerea was visibly worried, I paid no attention to her, as I tried to tear off the label of the brand new shirt that I wanted to wear for my first day at the new office. I ran out of the house without breakfast, even without coffee, without fixing my hair, and without wearing makeup.
To hell with it! Who cares about my look?"
When I realized he was going to see me like this I cursed myself. The truth was that I didn’t know if it was preferable to be twenty minutes late that way or an hour late but absolutely impeccable. At least the clothes were decent.
I managed to put on some mascara in the elevator and fix my hair a little bit with my fingers before the doors opened. I got off on the floor where I would work from now on.
"Miss Acosta?" a female voice made me turn around. I looked at a pretty young girl, about my height, with blonde hair and thick-rimmed glasses, who was smiling.
"Yes?" I said looking for a badge with her name on it, but she wasn't wearing any.
"My name is Ingrid. I'll be your secretary. Follow me. I'll show you your office. Later I will introduce you to the whole team."
Ah, that was great! No one would blame me for being late, because I was the manager. Who the hell was going to scold me for being late? Well, Adonis could, now that I think of it.
"I hope you like it," the girl said as we entered.
The office was much larger than the previous one, with a spectacular view and full of natural light.
"It's perfect, thank you," I replied approaching the desk to leave my purse and briefcase which was full of blank papers only, in order to look important. "What is this?" I asked looking at a red package with a ribbon of the same colour that was on the desk.
"Mr. Devoir left it for you."
"Is he in his office?" I asked.
"No, he had to leave immediately. He said he would be away all day."
Good! At least he won't see my pale face and this crazy hair.
"Thanks. Could you bring me a strong coffee?" I asked. My stomach was growling.
"Sure, I'll bring it immediately," she replied, closing the door as she left the office.
I wondered what the package could contain. Another jewel? I doubted it. I had already returned the necklace and the ring to him, even though he had insisted that I kept the latter. Why the hell should I have accepted an engagement r
ing? To make all the men escape? Maybe it could be useful to keep away ugly peasants like Steven, who luckily seemed to have disappeared at last.
I unwrapped the package. When I saw my black leather planner, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Oh, my God! It had come back to me. As I opened it, I saw a handwritten note on the first page: "I'm sorry I can't return it to you in person, but as promised, it returns back in your hands, whole and without any damage. It was a pleasure to deal with you, Miss Acosta. P.S.: I took the liberty to book in advance part of your time. I hope you don’t mind."
"To book part of my time?" I whispered before opening it and throwing myself headlong into each page of the following weeks to see what the hell Damian had written in my planner.
Chapter XIII
I saw Damian's name next to Il Divo concert that was going to take place the following Thursday. I remembered that he had invited himself after that disastrous dinner with Steven. I also remembered his proposal for a trip to Italy. Despite having searched all the available weekends until the end of the year, the trip to the country of pizza did not appear anywhere.
Damn it! That trip would mean more thermal pools and bodies immersed in the water.
To my great dismay, I found a phosphorescent pink post-it note that could not go unnoticed: a dinner with the busty giraffe and Michael, who were going to arrive in Madrid in two weeks coming back from their honeymoon.
Damian had written those notes the night before or at the crack of dawn. The very thought of Mr. Devoir, with all his masculinity, writing notes on phosphorescent pink post-it notes and sticking them to my planner, full of dark secrets, was definitely amusing. I went through the previous pages and had the distinct feeling that everything had been scrupulously analyzed by that man. Despite the fact that he got a fairly good idea of who I really was, I was surprised he hadn’t decided to ditch me and never see me again.
The day went by faster than I thought between presentations and documents necessary to update me on the company's economic forecasts, and I never stopped working even for a minute. It would take weeks, if not months, to identify our potential clients and the types of investment projects they could be interested in. Being always very meticulous at work, I left half a wall dotted with stickers of different colours and my planner full of notes for the next three days before leaving the office at five o'clock.
"Order, you're finally back in my life!" I breathed a sigh of relief as I put my planner into the briefcase.
I was sad not to have met Damian on the first day, but at least I was able to focus on my work and he didn't see me in those conditions. I promised myself not to go to work unless I looked impeccable.
When I got home I took my planner and began to fill in the blanks for the next two weeks in which I found out that Damian had booked a table for lunch on Tuesday.
Was he so busy that he couldn't book it on Friday to take advantage of the whole afternoon? Of course, I was not going to argue about it. Maybe he was really busy at lunchtime all the other days, although I had the impression that he was quite a free man.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, shouldn't you be at the gym?" Nerea asked as soon as she entered the apartment. She found me surrounded by colouring pens focused on filling in the blanks in my planner. "In the end the black planner returned in the hands of Maleficent."
"Don't exaggerate! The fact that I want a little control and structure in my life doesn't mean being a bad character from a movie."
"I just wanted to say that in the last few days, without your damn planner, you were definitely more fun."
"Nonsense!" I whispered while I was writing down that I had to set the alarm clock every night before going to bed. For unfathomable reasons, my phone wouldn't set the alarm clock to ring at the same time every day anymore. So I ended up buying alarm clocks that lasted maximum two days because of the blows I gave them as soon as they rang.
Maybe you should buy a new phone to solve the problem.
"Will you tell me then? How did the weekend go? Did something happen between you and your boss? "
"What a gossip you are!" I said aloud closing my planner and biting my lip.
"It seems to me that it did," Nerea replied, heading to the fridge to get something to eat and thus whetting my appetite, since I ate only a sad salad for lunch.
"Alright, yes, it did!" I admitted. "I won't deny that I slept with him."
Nerea's shrill scream almost pierced my eardrums, and I rolled my eyes. It wasn't the end of the world, although somehow it was.
"And how did it go? Are you dating or what?"
"Well, it’s more complicated than that. But it will be better to talk about it some other time because I have so many things to do. Also, this weekend I’m going to my parents' village before my mother disowns me. Are you coming as well?" I asked changing the subject, knowing that she would not come anyway since she had to go out with Mathews who now had her in his power.
"I can't. This weekend I have plans with Mathews."
"Sure. And what happened to his stupid cousin? Did he return to his country?"
"Honestly, Maria, sometimes you are really mean. I heard he met someone at work. You are free now."
"I feel sorry for the poor girl who will have to put up with him."
"I still think he's not a bad guy."
"You might even say that Steven is a model only to please Mathews. That's the truth. Look Nerea, I have no objection with you going out with him, but every now and then you'd better be objective and have your own opinion."
I did not wait for an answer from her and I went straight to my room. I was hungry but didn't feel like cooking. I was going to order delivery. After all that exercise during the weekend I really deserved it, right?
The following days at work were all just as hectic, stressful and exhausting as the first. I didn't even take a coffee break, I asked my secretary directly to bring it to my office.
On Thursday I decided to show up at work in the most sober and at the same time elegant outfit in my wardrobe: a tight camel midi dress with two chocolate brown side stripes, without cleavage, but so tight on each curve that made your head spin. I showed up at the office with my hair down and a little heavier makeup than usual, left my briefcase next to the desk, and started working. I hoped to hear from Damian throughout the day, since we were supposed to go to the concert that evening at eight. I thought we would meet earlier to go out of the office together rather than going each on their own.
"Good morning, Miss Acosta. How elegant you are today!" said my secretary smiling with my coffee in her hands.
I had to admit that the girl learned quickly and did everything in order not to make me miss my intern whom I actually missed a little. Ingrid knew how I liked coffee, understood my work process and adapted herself perfectly, like a chameleon in a dangerous situation.
"Thanks, Ingrid. Do you already have the reports I requested yesterday?"
"I'm working on it. I'll bring them to you in an hour. Do you need anything else?"
"No, except for one more of these or I doubt I'll stay awake for the rest of the day," I said pointing to the coffee and then taking a sip.
"I don't think it will be necessary. I will offer it to Miss Acosta, if she allows herself a coffee break."
That voice, that angelic voice! I turned my gaze away from Ingrid and saw him there by the door, wearing a fantastic gray suit that fit him like a glove. He had the same confident smile on his face.
"Would you leave us alone for a moment, Ingrid?" I asked smiling to my secretary who left with a nod. "I don’t think I have any time in my planner for a coffee break with you, Mr. Devoir," I said ironically.
"Really?" he approached and put his hands on my desk without taking his eyes off me. "I am almost convinced that you do. Why don't you double check?"
Playing his game, I opened my planner, leafed through that Thursday's page where I saw only various notes about work issues and the time that each of them would take.
"Ap
parently, your name isn't here," I said amused.
"Here it is!" he said pointing to a part of the page where it did not appear. "It seems to me that you are working in these hours and, as we both know, I am your boss."
"Are you saying that I can't refuse, boss?" I asked, stressing the last word.
"Exactly. There are also several aspects we need to talk about," he replied showing me his toothy smile and making me laugh at his extravagant gimmicks.
What aspects? What was he referring to?
"Do we have anything to talk about, Mr. Devoir?" I asked looking at those lips that I wanted to kiss greedily.
"Yes," he confirmed without revealing what it was.
"And what time should I be in the cafeteria?" I asked him trying not to show that I was thrilled.
"Don't worry, I'll come and pick you up," he replied recovering the erect position. He then turned around and left my office. "By the way, you are extremely attractive today. Maybe I should let all the staff know that you are my fiancée before anyone can ask you out." After saying those words he closed the door leaving me with my mouth open.
What? His fiancée? Let the staff know? It was probably just one of his jokes, the result of weekend reminiscences. Yes, it had to be. But those words didn't stop whirling in my head for the next three hours. At a quarter past eleven someone knocked at the door and a few instants later I could admire again those dark brown eyes looking at me intently.
"I thought you forgot about me," I said smiling as I got up and took my bag to leave the office.
"Forget about you?" he whispered observing every curve of my body. "It's the last thing I could do."
I bit my lip and instinctively tucked my hair back behind my ears. I could only think of a thousand ways of undressing him to admire his body without lingering. As I was at his side, I smelled his masculine fragrance whose memory stayed with me all week long and which I had missed terribly. My God, everything was so fucking wrong! How the hell could I have succumbed to such an extent in just one weekend?
