Billionaire Seduction

by Miller, Christine

  - It's good to swallow, Theo. - Purr.

  - Call me Angel again. - His hot breath burns my neck - I liked when called calling me Angel Wanton.

  - Angel. - Do your little will.

  incredible sex makes people through dummies.

  - Not like this. - Bites lightly my shoulder. - My Angel Wanton.

  - My Angel Wanton. - Mumble.

  We're spooning in bed, his thick thigh between my legs, keeping me open, as her indecent cock penetrates me behind. The first morning rays invade the room and I can not say it's a morning fuck, because we do not sleep. Had I not sense, as Theo is true, could swear that man is moved to the pile. One hand is circling my waist down boldly to strum my clit and holds other possessively my breast.

  - I plan to eat you in all possible ways, Loirinha. And you ... - your lunge is hard and reaches a point inside me, spreading waves of pleasure throughout my body. - You owe me some oral pleasantries. - I know I should, but not dead would prove it with strawberries condom taste. Another energetic nudge and moan of delight it is to be prodded so closely. The tips of my feet are bent, curled on his long legs. - We need to find a doctor. I want my free stick feeling all without this sugary plastic shit separating us.

  We need?

  I worry. At some point I will have to have a direct conversation with him, but not now. Not wanting another orgasm explode and end my brains out.

  Set your arms back, grabbing her hair. God, I'm almost there again. The last thing I can do is plan. Empino my ass increasing pressure. Another exact and perfect mixed up, and more starlets pop into my nerve endings.

  - Theo, just make me go to heaven. - Whimper. - After you see these details.

  Increase the pace at my clit and fucks me so hard that I almost break. Hmmm, it is so good. God! I see stars, fireworks and pixies. Your hip is a slow circular motion that just steals my senses. Theo is an artist shagged. My enjoyment comes slow and prolonged.

  - I do not want to worry about anything, just let me in charge, ok?

  His distant voice caresses my neck. - Oh, oh, oh, oooooh

  - OK?

  - Ooooh, ooh, okay. - Groan in delight agreeing with everything and nothing.

  - Good girl. - Theo turns his hips and make me moan again.

  Tightens his pelvis and strikes a slow, deep sequence. His balls collide against my sensitive and throbbing area, causing a sequence of mini latecomers contractions. The feeling is so good that I need your mouth. I squirm, I turn my head and kiss in an indecent pace. He shudders at the pump behind me one last time, his babble fills my mouth and his hands shake so tight around my waist, I bet that your fingers will be tattooed on me.

  Caio exhausted without even strength. His warm embrace softens and it involves me, inviting. - Yeah, just close your eyes and relax, we still have a lot of time.

  I'm tucked and quiet. I do not know the protocol and not what to say after that. How things will work after this crazy fuck with my head? Because deep down, that's what it is: my boss. The room smells like sex and Theo and my tired muscles, more like rubber.

  I fight with sleep and with my thoughts drifting to a dangerous field ... Does our night was special for him too? Theo or so with all women ... the same intensity ... the same footprint ... the same promises and plans ...

  And now?

  I fell asleep full of doubt and on what are the boundaries between us.

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  A few hours later I stand, bathed in and bounce around the room in a hurry to put on my shoes carmine. I do everything quietly, under the watchful eyes of a Theo elegantly dressed in a light gray suit fair cut. The furious stare at the finish to keep my stuff in his bag, close the zipper pencil skirt in pink color and abotoo silk shirt buttons two color notes above.

  No makeup today, mascara and gloss was all that time allowed me.

  - I still think you should take the week off and stay here resting. - Insists on tough guy to finish the knot silver tie that leaves you with a modern air.

  I say nothing, I place the suitcase on the bed and do a quick coke without mirror. It took me forever to get in the bath untie all the knots left by the lively night.

  - The knock on the head also seeks care. - to be continued.

  The stare. But it is a cynical same. Yesterday, he did not even remember the beat, pulling my hair to face him, as I fucked her like crazy. Not that I'm complaining, but face it, is a lot of nerve!

  - The Thina still not officially released.

  Enough! It is the last straw and my hands will stop at the waist.

  - Listen, Theo Callas. I think our resistance test, more than proved how much I am able to sit in my chair and do my job. I will not run a marathon, okay! Moreover, it is Monday and my boss called a meeting with the team ace eleven. - I look at the clock on the nightstand. - I have twenty minutes to get there. You will give me a ride that promised or I need to go running?

  - I'm your boss, I can clear the meeting. - Yes, my boss ... I shudder to remember that. - Neither took coffee, need to eat. - Insists legitimately worried. - He spent a lot of energy, I think even lost weight.

  Uh what?

  I want to laugh and scream for find him adorably annoying and irritating. It's almost funny how persists.

  It will be possible? That stubborn man.

  I take a deep breath and ask patience of Job.

  - Is the boss of my boss and the coffee, I caught something in the cafeteria of Callas.

  Eighteen minutes later the SUV driven by a Mike with headphones at full volume enters the garage. The nudge on the shoulder, the headphones to go and look at me in the rearview mirror.

  - You can stop here, please.

  - For what? - Is Theo who asks.

  The drive to before private gate open. I point to the escalator that leads to the ground floor.

  - Because it is here that employees enter. - I say, open the door and get out of the car.

  - Take my stuff by private, Mike.

  In seconds I'm going up the stairs with a complainer snort down my neck. - What's wrong with my lift? It is much faster.

  - There's nothing wrong. - Speak softly and smiling not to hang himself. - But there are rules, my Angel. - I try to be kind. - I go by my and you should go for yours. Forgot what we talked about?

  - The building is mine, I go where he wants. - Grumbles and continues to follow me.

  He is, by the way did not hear anything you said about not mix personal with professional. Take a deep breath to jump the stairs and around the hall cafeteria toward the central reception. I appreciate that this time of the morning is all empty, only one or the other latecomer like us. So rushed that neither the notice or realize that Theo is following my sulky side.

  - Miss, Kovac!

  Breco to be called by the receptionist.

  Turn and find the red and gaping woman to recognize the figure beside me. Ready! - Hi, Pietra. - Carefree smile.

  The duty gossips will love to know this detail. We pretend that we are not together and go toward the receptionist struggling to recover. Of course Theo does not understand my cue to go ahead and come in my back. I bother and then annoy me when she straightens her hair and greets us and smiled at Theo in a brazen flirtation.

  - Good morning, Mr. Callas. - Flashes a few times and more than necessary.

  His eyes fall into the hands bandaged Theo. I hear a Tadinho leave whispered his overly red mouth.

  - Good Morning. - Responds polished and serious tone.

  - If the Lord need anything. Anything at all. - Points to the injured. - I am Pietra, I'm in the second year of nursing, I'm great with dressings. - Bites her lip spotting the red teeth.

  - Thank you, Pietra. - Thank austere.

  Ah! Do me a favor!

  Offered!

  - Do not want to be boring. - Interrupt almost harsh. - But I'm late for a meeting.

  - There is? - His head turns slowly toward me. Secure the urge to roll his eyes and smile pretending not to notice
his fascination with the dark almost stuck in me. - Ah! Yes, excuse me. That cute boy next day, left another order. He waited for more than an hour, but gave up.

  Some like a submarine and submerges with another bouquet of roses exaggerated. Yellow this time. Ah! Arthur! A growl vibrates softly in my neck. Grab the flowers. - Thanks! I need to run.

  And run, hurried footsteps follow me, the way I hear a - My extension is 003, Mr. Callas. - Yelled at sultry voice, I roll my eyes and repeat quietly the immunity of Pietra. "My extension is 003, Mr. Callas" Booger! Quede morals and good manners at work? The man is our boss, hey life! Step badge without looking back nervously pressing the elevator button.

  I can not believe when Theo balks at the turnstile, he realizes that he is no badge and jumps the blessed machine. - Hey! You can not skip the thingie! It's against the rules!

  - Rules that I created. - Arrogant smiles and comes toward me.

  Lucky for him that we are alone in the lobby, the elevators and no one saw his lack of example. He approaches giving a fulminated in flowery encumbrance in my hands. A quick gesture and the card had not even noticed, will stop at your hands.

  - Give it back there!

  Pulo trying to achieve, but even jump, it is years higher light I, especially with the bration pointed to the moon. Open the small envelope and I growl. If we were not in a place with cameras, would another rosetada in his FUCAS. I want slays it when you start to read

  Nina,

  Star told me about the assault.

  What madness!

  I hope all is well with you.

  I went to breakfast and spent at home.

  I make a great soup.

  If you need care.

  Call me (11195.73.999)

  Arthur

  Finish reading, knead and holds the paper in his pocket. This is so pointless to turn back to him. Count to ten observing the inner garden on the other side of a glass wall, the lobby.

  - What is your with this such Arthur?

  Really?

  Viro making a fuss with roses. Theo takes two steps back. - The same as yours with Pietra. - I say without thinking and fulmino.

  - I have nothing to Pietra.

  - Me neither Arthur.

  - But he wants to have. You know very well what chicken soup with love means, do not you?

  Uh what?

  The phrase is ridiculous in your mouth, I want to laugh. I raise an eyebrow and evaluate. It was just what I needed to have a jealous big guy on my tail.

  - Same as: My extension is 003, Mr. Callas. - Imitate the voice affected the receptionist, not jealousy, but only to defend a point.

  His eyes narrowed and it decreases the distance between us. - I'm not kidding, Nina. What this guy has to send you so much pink?

  - A flower shop. - Mock and push the flowers to his chest and he takes ace, stunned. - Give this to the Nati. Not like roses remind me of stupid guys.

  PLIN!

  The elevator door opens!

  Filth! I deserve.

  - Good morning, Camila. - Compliance with my boss entertained on your phone, enter the elevator followed by flowers and Theo.

  His red head slowly rises to a moment in the dressing that I display in the knee and goes back up. He looks at me as if he were about to vomit. - You're late.

  Cow!

  - Excuse me. I had a unforeseen.

  - You are too late. - Theo's voice sounds serious behind us.

  He subtly winks at me and let out a swear word in my mind.

  Do not do this, man of God!

  Camila turns abruptly and his cold eyes light up like a flash. - What a shock, Theo. - Puts her hand on his chest. - Not realized it was you behind this bush.

  - Well, I, the Lord Callas. - Emphasizes the formality. Drug does not cause the cow with short grass! - The pending that are in your hand, there are more than a month, has already solved? I'm now waiting until the meeting with Donavan.

  He chipped up.

  The air is heavy and not enough for three of us, me back in the wall of the elevator. I do not like the idea of Theo coming into friction to defend myself. further Camilla, his gaze shooting bruised hands and Theo turns derogatory towards me. Eitaaa. Look away and turn my knee to the wall. PI PI PI. My radar beeps level: screwed general. With all the gossip that go rolling over us, I know your sick and perverse head is sniffing around for evidence confirming the suspicions of futriqueiros.

  It's hard to admit, but we're walking the very evidence that sporting both curative and scratches. Camila can be a bad cow, but dumb is not.

  I continue with poker face staring on the display showing the 11th floor. I pretend not to notice the tension established. Damn it! This elevator needs review, rises too slowly.

  - Donavan is out of town, I thought I had warned you. - Responds dry.

  PLIN!

  The elevator door slides and jumping like a cricket out. - Have a nice day, Mr. Callas. - I hasten and pulguinha nudges my ear.

  Damn!

  Theo spoke with Donavan by speaker this morning. He said that not only was the city, as had been our project. Why in the water, not dismissed?

  I'm not sure, because Camila then. - I still hope for our meeting, Theo.

  He does not answer, just nods and closes the door.

  - Interesting. - Camila says, again examines my knee and beyond me. - What are you doing on the 21st and organizing files? - Sarcastic question without looking back.

  My face burns and follow the corridor that will give direct in the meeting room. - Helping Natalia. - I say finally.

  - Why do I have the impression walking filing things other than paper?

  Putz, great!

  Choking with anger and count to ten. She's already suspicious and Theo continue to act out their standards in less than five seconds, I will be more maligned Mary Magdalene.

  - I do not know what you're trying to say. - I say firmly.

  She laughs and a sound like the howl of a hyena echoes in the hallway. For in front of the meeting room door and turned to me with mocking air. - I'm sure you do not. - Rolls his eyes and turns the knob.

  The crowded room was shaking when we entered. Camila comes arrogant and goes to the bottom, ignoring the team of fifteen architects and landscapers who were waiting for her. It sits in the most comfortable chair and begins to roll his notes. Embarrassed, greeting colleagues department, with the same dismay that print their faces. I go straight to my usual place, between Michael and Toshiko. The Monday meetings are not exactly our happiest week time.

  - Alas, face to face with the boss in the morning. - Miguel jokes and offered me a cookie. I accept.

  - Dont tell me! The woman is bitter today. - Full mouth whisper.

  Usually, Camila speaks for hours without giving us the right to speak. It seems to have a certain sadistic pleasure in dictating rules, humiliate, offend, distribute insane lists of projects and technical visits. But not today, transfers the honors for the project manager and sinks into the chair entertained on the phone. Several times, his face contorts in disgust.

  Just get the eye of the blessed machine when Rico, cafeteria, knocks on the door carrying a tray with enough food for an army. I want to disintegrate when he says that is the breakfast I ordered.

  I am divided.

  I do not know if kiss or kill Theo!

  Your kindness touches me, but her impulsive way concerns me. I want to be cautious and he throw open. There are not two seconds we were together and act as if we were sure bet, the match award. All right, I feel a lucky, I think it endlessly and vibro with my silly girl's thoughts. It is natural, hey life! Theo is beautiful, his cock is magical and I feel a little possessive, I will not deny. But quede, the going steady? Failure of weapons to the enemy?

  After all, we do not know who is behind this message and do not want Theo more hurt.

  Step by embarrassing moments trying to explain that it was mistake. Rico insists, Camila notes, also insist and finally give up and sign the blessed request.
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  Happy for the victory, the waiter puts the tray on the table and leaves.

  - Best sign, right. - Lift your shoulders. - God forbid, he had to pay for the damage. It's a shame that I have a nice coffee at home. - Lie to strengthen the alibi and pray for my stomach does not snore. - Best take advantage, gentlemen.

  The meeting resumes, time flies and tray empties.

  They spend three, when I come to my second round in 21. I'm exhausted, hungry and carry a list of surveys that it's indecent. I'll be mired for weeks and I suspect that someone will not like, nothing. If the flowers have caused a stir, I imagine what some trips with Miguel will not do.

  Stop in front of the table Nati talking on the phone and frantically gesturing for me to wait. Repair as look beautiful in a red dress. I sit and wait. She speaks ... Speak ... Speak more. Something about a reservation in Paris.

  I'm cabreira, but do not ask anything when you turn off the phone.

  - Hey, doll? Sorry for not saying goodbye yesterday.

  - Excuse me, who rolled over that way.

  - Also I passed out in the house of Peter. God, I have to triple spining classes to spend everything we eat. I wish I had this stuff you have.

  I smile, Nati believed to have hyperthyroidism and hypoglycemia is a big deal. Type a blessing to have accelerated metabolism and not get fat. She thinks pass out from lack of sugar is a minimum price before the eternal thinness.

  - Speaking of food. - She looks ressabiada - received the order? I swear I told the Almighty that was a bad idea. But the piece did not hear me, of course.

  mad eye, then smiled.

  - I received. I cute, but unwise. - Whisper omitting the fact that I did not touch anything and put my purse and folders on his desk. - Camila was already ear up when caught in the elevator. Even more with the flowers ...

  - He took ?! - Pauses and his eyes jabuticaba increase. - I do not think they were shagging! - Exclaims in an excited whisper. - I loved the flowers, by the way. - Look for the giant vase in the corner of the table.

  I gesture that was nothing, while Splice exasperation. - Of course not! Leave it up, but watched weird for our bruised and then threw a indiretinhas.