He pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to where she stood in the doorway, stopping right in front of her. He was tall. Her head came about to his chest and those eyes that had haunted her for months burned into her soul. She was captivated by him and found herself unable to move a muscle from her position. All she could do right then was stand there, looking up at a face of an angel that reminded her of passion, lust, and deception. He was nothing but trouble.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked, speaking for the first time.
She blinked, breaking the eye contact that seemed to have lasted for a long time. "I'm working overtime. I told you earlier this afternoon, sir, that I would be doing some more work just to meet the deadline."
"Ah, I remember," he said nodding. His voice was like honey and spice against her skin. He was so near that his breath almost fanned her cheeks.
"I didn't realize you were still here," she said as she shook her head. She suddenly felt light as if a trance had been cast upon them.
"I'm just doing some more work, as well," he replied before leaning a bit closer to her. She felt him take a deep breath as if catching her smell. Goose bumps erupted along her skin and she gasped audibly. A heated look crossed his eyes before he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her toward him with a smack. It was kind of a rough gesture, but it excited her. Wetness started between her legs that had her squeezing her thighs together in surprise when he leaned down to kiss her.
She moaned, finding herself wrapped in his arms before she was pushed back against the wall. Things were happening too fast as his hands roamed over her. His mouth became possessive and took over hers, showing her how hot and pleasurable it could be with him. He showed her through action by touching her all over.
"Touch me here," she said through a breathy sigh and grabbed his hand, placing it directly where she needed him. Her nipples pebbled against his touch. His passionate caresses lingered over her skin. His large, slightly calloused hand burned through her blouse and set her on fire. The wetness intensified so much she found herself grinding against his thigh. The outburst of sensation she felt made her move, trying to satisfy the ache that was lingering in the pit of her belly.
"Wait," Jayden said before he suddenly stopped her. Before she could think, he ripped her blouse in half and stared at her heaving breasts. They felt full. The top of her mounds almost spilling out of the cups of her bra.
His stare made her self-conscious and she wanted to cover up. She made a move to pull her blouse back together but he stopped her. "Don't," he said with that same intensity in his gaze. She felt beautiful when he looked at her as if she was the only woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
"So beautiful," he said when he unclasped her bra and her breasts spilled out. He ravaged her with his mouth, taking his own sweet time paying closer attention to her nipples. They felt sensitive but with each pull of his mouth, she threw her head back from pleasure. She was swimming in utter bliss. A sensation she had never felt before. A feeling she knew only Jayden could give her.
When he was finally ready to let go of her breasts, he moved down her body and unbuttoned her pants. He pulled them down, stripping off her panties as well and burying his face directly into the apex of her thighs. Gasping, she grabbed his head and held him there. His tongue was wicked. It licked her pussy all over and then moved to her clit where he paid most of his attention. He jammed the tip of his tongue into her wetness, making sure to suck her clit. Her legs bucked beneath her.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, looking up at her as he licked his mouth free of her taste.
She could only nod her answer.
Grinning, he turned her around and pulled her hips back, her ass in the air. She heard his zipper go down and the feel of his blunt head poised at her pussy. He drove into her without warning, jamming his cock inside as he began to pound into her. Hands flat on the wall, she thrust back against him making her ass bounce.
This was what she craved. What she had been wanting to happen since she started working for him. She moaned when her inner muscles contracted, dirty words spilling out of his mouth and into her ear.
"This is so dirty," she voiced loudly before coming.
"You think so, baby?" he whispered into her ear, grabbing her hips and pummeling into her without stopping. She couldn't help but groan aloud. The sound of their flesh meeting had the butterflies in her belly unfurling their wings, spreading until she came once more. Jayden continued to pump, cursing out until he pulled out and started jacking against her ass. His semen flew out, marking her as if she was his.
"Fuck," he uttered before slumping against her.
Chapter 2
As soon as he came, Jayden pulled away from Ariana and started zipping up his pants. While he was getting himself dressed up, Ariana too put on her panties and pants without wiping off the liquid stuff dripping down her back. She felt sticky and sweaty from their lovemaking, not to mention that her blouse was ripped in half. There was no way she would be able to get away from looking like someone had just raped her. Or at least, looking like she just had the greatest sex of her life.
She’d had lovers before, but no one had been this good. None of her ex-boyfriends had brought her to orgasm twice. It had been mostly once, but never twice. It definitely impressed her, but it also made her a bit regretful about having an affair with her boss. She had made a promise to herself to never sleep with any of her employers. But it seemed she had broken that promise just because Jayden had finally noticed her.
He had never paid so much attention to her before. She was always there in front of him, but he never really noticed her. To him, she was just this uptight secretary of his who lacked curves and female charm. Now that she had slept with him, it made her wonder why he was suddenly making her feel like she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
It's just sex, Ariana, a small voice inside her head said.
"Your blouse is torn," Jayden said when he inspected her chest.
She looked up at him to find a frown across his forehead. He seemed concerned for a minute as if her torn shirt had gone unnoticed to him while he was all up on her. "You tore it without noticing?" she asked, surprised.
He had the decency to look sheepish and slightly embarrassed. "Well, I didn't notice that I tore your blouse. I'm sorry. I got too caught up in the moment. I'll just buy you a new one tomorrow."
"There's no need," she said before she picked up her jacket from the floor.
"Let me take you home at least," he said before grabbing her handbag and walking out of the room. She stared at him, wondering what had suddenly gotten into Jayden's head. He wasn't normally like this. He kept to himself most of the time. Well, at least here in the office. But most of the time, he was seen around the elites with a different woman on his arm every time he went out.
Some of his ex's had tried to get ahold of him, but none of them ever received a call back from Jayden. He was the type to forget your face after a night. So it made her wonder whether she was the next challenge that he wanted to conquer. It was too bad there was nothing to be conquered about her.
"I can just take a cab, Jayden," she said as she followed him to the elevator. "There's really no need for you to drop me off."
"It's late at night, Ariana. Besides, that's the least I can do for you after what happened just now."
"I don't think there's any need to talk about what happened just now," she said feeling slightly uncomfortable.
He frowned. "Why isn't there any need to talk about it? You can't possibly be telling me that you regret what just happened, Ariana."
"What if I'm saying that exactly?" she tested.
His face remained impassive, but cockiness showed in his voice. "I don't think you'd regret it. Most of the women I've dated never forget our night together. So I don't think it'll be easy for you to forget, either."
She hated that he was right. A night with your own boss wasn't something that one
could possibly forget. It would forever be embedded in her brain, but Jayden didn't have to know that.
"It's not exactly appropriate for us to have done what we just did," she pointed out.
"Why isn't it appropriate?" he asked once more.
She rolled her eyes. "Sleeping with your boss is a big no-no. I obviously broke that rule. And before you say it's alright, it isn't. Besides, it would never happen again anyway."
"Oh, trust me," her boss said with a cocky smirk on his face. "It would happen again."
"Don't be too up on yourself," she said before shaking her head.
"I'm just being true to myself. At least I admit that I am good in bed and had been with a lot of women. That much, I can't deny. But on the other hand, I have you who keeps on telling me that you won't sleep with me again."
The thought of having a round two of their sex session had her skin prickling. She wanted him. She had wanted him for a long time. But Ariana knew he would become an obsession to her. She would look for his taste, his feel against her when things didn't work out at the end. She would even end up losing her job if things went too far.
"It could never happen nor would it happen again, Jayden," she said firmly, with her head chin-tilted upward. "I don't want to break my rules."
He grinned that infuriating grin that made her heart pound harder against her chest. "But I'm a rule breaker. I've always been one to cause trouble even when I was a little boy. I don't think you'll be able to escape me, Ariana."
"I'm afraid you're wrong, Mr. Adams," she said before grabbing her bag and walking ahead when the elevator doors opened. The cool blast of air hit her straight in the face before Jayden caught up with her.
"The parking lot is this way," he said before steering her toward his car.
"You know what?" she said, digging her heels into the pavement and snatching her hand away. "I think I can manage to get home by myself."
His light humor disappeared before it was replaced by a scowl. "You're not going to walk at this hour, Ariana."
"I'm not going to walk. I'm going to get a taxi," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"You're not getting a cab either," he insisted before opening the door. Pushing her gently inside, she had no choice but to slip in. A small smack on her bum had her gasping and turning back to stare at him with an evil eye. He laughed.
"That wasn't funny," she said before closing the door as loudly as possible. The sound echoed around the parking lot as he walked around the car, jumping right in after her.
"All right. Where do you live?" he asked, putting the car in drive.
"You're starting the car already and you don't even know where I live," she mumbled before telling him her address.
"Well, I do now," he answered infuriatingly.
She kept to herself as he drove. She was glad that he didn't make any move to make small talk with her. The last thing Ariana needed was to have him trying to make light of their situation. She still couldn't wrap her head around what had happened in the office. Sure, they had decided to sleep together. But it seemed rushed and lacked emotional feeling on his part. They were attracted to each other, yeah. But it wasn't the same as being in love.
Ariana had buried her feelings for her boss a long time ago. Just as soon as she found out he had a history of being a player, she had decided to let go of any feelings she had for him in order to move on. But now that they’d had sex, had a taste of each other, she couldn't shake off the feeling that was swamping her.
"You're so quiet," he interrupted her thoughts before glancing in her direction.
"So that you can focus on driving," she answered immediately. "And so I can think, as well."
"Think about what exactly?" he asked, that obnoxious look back on his face once more.
"None of your business," she grumbled.
His smirk turned into a grin. ""Kind of makes it mine when I had you already, doesn't it?"
She gasped in offense. "What did you just say to me?"
"I said it kind of makes it mine when I had you--"
"Stop right there," she said before putting up a hand to stop him. "You shouldn't mention anything about what happened tonight. We need to pretend that it never happened, all right?"
That scowl was back on his face once more. "Why should we pretend it never happened when it obviously did? There's no point in trying to make a fool out of yourself, Ariana. We have done the deed and you can't change that fact. You're stuck with me."
"I don't want to get stuck with you!" she hissed having the urge to get out of the car.
"Well, too bad," was all he said. Then he pressed on the gas before she could think about getting out of the car.
She took a deep breath, trying to get her emotions back in control. There was no need to act like a child when they could handle this like a pair of grown adults.
"Look, I don't think it's necessary to be talking about this. Let's just learn to forget, okay?" She wanted to keep her job and bring back the professionalism they had shared. But with the thought of him fucking her there, against the wall of his office every time she went in there had her closing her eyes in humiliation. They really should not have done it.
"There's no point forgetting when I can clearly remember every detail. A great memory to keep, don't you think?" he was being deliberately annoying and she was trying her best not to take the bait.
"It's not a great memory to keep," she argued.
She heard the smile in his voice without even looking at him. "Sure it is."
"Both of us have been denying the attraction between us since the very beginning, Ariana. So I don't really see the point in trying to act like it never happened. It did, so you might as well cop up to it and act like a responsible adult." He was right, and she hated admitting it. She was being slightly childish about this. They could only move forward now without going back to the past.
They were both grown adults. They didn't have to answer to anyone. Well, at least for her part she didn’t have any boyfriends or a lover to explain the incident to.
"You're right," she said nodding. "We're both grown adults. We should just go back to the way things are right now. But I would like to keep my job, Jayden."
"Who said you can't keep your job?" he asked, confusion written all over his face.
"I figured after we slept together that I'd get fired," she told him honestly.
"Well, consider yourself fired and hired."
"Fired and hired?" she echoed.
"Yeah. You got fired for sleeping with your employer and got re-hired."
"That doesn't make any sense at all." Their conversation was stopped short when they finally reached her house. She stared outside for a good whole second before turning to him, thanking him for giving her a ride home.
By the time he pulled out of her driveway, Ariana walked inside and closed the door behind her. Today was a weird day. She would probably wake up tomorrow morning and this would all be a dream to her. That thought reassured her as she got ready for bed, unable to wait until the next day.
Chapter 3
The weekend passed by in a blur. Ariana didn't see Jayden the whole weekend and chose to remain at home during the two days off. She was happy being at home, hauled up in bed with her pajamas on watching a soppy TV show she was starting to get obsessed with. She hadn't thought much about the sex that happened Friday night, but it had definitely popped up in her mind a few times.
She no longer felt the panic that she had initially. She was more calm, and had the chance to think about what she would do. It was Monday morning already so she had to get up in a couple of minutes. Jayden usually came to work late, around midday. It would give her enough time to get used to his office once more without being uncomfortable.
She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. While she took her shower with the hot water running down her body, Ariana thought about how she would react around him today. Their co-workers would sur
ely realize that something was up between them. There needed to be a lot of professionalism on her part to hide any unwanted feelings.
She got ready quickly, choosing a black pencil skirt that hugged the curves of her body. She partnered it up with a simple top tucked in beneath the waistband of her skirt and completed the outfit with some pumps. As soon as her make-up was done she headed out the door. Mondays were usually a hassle with the traffic and pedestrians that had almost made her late last week. But today she was determined to beat the traffic and get there safely while being a little earlier than normal.
She drove out of the driveway and into the main highway. Luckily, there weren’t many vehicles around. But as soon as the clock struck 9 a.m., cars would appear out of nowhere. While driving, she turned on the radio and listened to the morning news. A few accidents had happened in New York City today, but nothing had been too major. As soon as she saw the building she worked at blinding against the sun, she turned off the radio and pulled into the parking lot.
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