His challenging gaze exerted an irresistible dominion over me. A moan escaped my lips as his own lips took me once more, more voraciously this time, pulling me to sit without breaking the intensity of the moment. With enviable skill, he removed my robe, leaving only the blue nightgown adorning my body. Patrik leaned back slightly, running his eyes over me with a daring smile.“You look incredibly stunning,” Patrik declared, a proud gleam shining in his eyes. He threatened to resume the kisses, hovering inches from my lips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, but the kiss did not materialize. As I opened my eyes, I was met with his smile, and he backed away.“Write!” he ordered, presumptuously, getting up to hand me a notebook, leaving me confused. “I...” I glanced at my posture angrily for falling into his provocations, quickly straightening up on the couch and grabbing the robe, which he snatched from my hands and threw into the fireplace. “Are you out of your mind?”“I said write!” Hi
“What am I feeling?” I widened my eyes, surprised by the intensity of the sensation running through my body.With a teasing smile, Patrik slid his hands between my legs, applying pressure calculatedly and exploring sensitive spots without directly touching my intimacy. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he moistened his attractive lips, giving me a provocative massage on my thigh, dangerously close to my center.“Yes, this heat you're feeling... I can tell you're wet without even touching where you desire.” He murmured, intensifying the proximity and challenging me to succumb to the stimuli. I contained a moan as I felt the pulsating desire.“I...” I tried to contain my response, but a moan threatened to escape between my lips. I tried to move his hands away, but Patrik seemed to be amused by my resistance. He withdrew his hands, placing them over mine and guiding them to the area of the massage.“Do you usually pleasure yourself?” He asked directly, with his eyes narrowed. “To give p
“Mr. Morgan!” I widened my eyes, embarrassed.“Mrs. Elisabeth...” He teased, whispering in my ear. “You look beautiful when you blush!”I pushed him off me, ready to get up, but Patrik was stronger and kept his embrace tight around my waist.“Let me go; I'll sleep in the living room, or we can switch rooms!” I declared, allowing nervousness to show in my voice.“Are you trying to escape me out of fear of what I do or out of fear of what you want?” He asked me seriously, carefully analyzing my expression.“I...” I bit my lip, wishing to say it was out of fear, but something inside me screamed it was fear of getting involved and getting hurt.“Not knowing the answer is already an answer, Mrs. Elisabeth.” Patrik smiled, passing his arms over my body and turning off the bedside lamp. He settled back in bed, bringing my head close to his chest and stroking my hair. “Let's rest; tomorrow you can scream and curse at me.”“I don't understand you.” I finally confessed.Laughing, Mr. Morgan sai
I nodded as I watched him walk away to take a call and then head upstairs, stopping at the top to gaze at me."My office is at the end of the hallway. Sort out what I requested and come up in half an hour to print the contract. I have a printer in the room," he spoke quickly, then disappeared.I stood for a moment, looking around. Was there really a basement in that cabin? I smiled at my naivety, knowing he was joking about that.I took the breakfast things to the kitchen, washing the dishes. Upon returning, I tidied up the living room and grabbed my notebook, which was still open on the book screen, exactly where I had stopped reading.“So, he didn't touch it.” I whispered, intrigued. Or he read it and returned to where he was. My more suspicious side whispered in my mind. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, I grabbed the company computer, searching for the selected files and examining and filtering emails. I sent the main ones to Mr. Morgan, as I always did, and autonomou
“Magdalena made our food; you didn't hear because she didn't cook here; she just brought the food.” Patrik sat at the table, indicating the chair next to him for me to sit on. “She is shy; she must have taken advantage of the fact that we were upstairs and brought everything here.”“I didn't see footprints outside that indicated that.” I whispered, still intrigued, looking at the food.“You don't need to be afraid to eat; Magdalena is mysterious, but she is an excellent cook.” He shrugged, serving white sauce pasta on my plate, including a bit of stew in the corner, and splitting the bread in half, which he placed with the other food. “Eat, you'll see!”“How can you trust a ghost?” I leaned forward, grabbing his arm; he glanced at the spot and smiled. I quickly pulled my hand away, noticing the careless touch.“So you believe in ghosts?” Patrik arched his eyebrows, crossing his arms playfully.“Yes... No, look, maybe... We know so little about life after death, right?” I shrugged, not
I felt my skin flushed, as hot as the tea we were drinking. I nodded, unable to articulate words, paralyzed by his touch. A fierce battle raged between my body, which longed to grab the beautiful and sensual CEO in front of me, and my rational mind, which screamed to flee the room before we succumbed to his charms.“Mrs. Elisabeth, the way you look at me is tempting...” He smiled, running his hands through his hair to adjust his posture. “Try not to burn yourself again; I don't want you to lose your tongue; you could lose the ability to do amazing things with it!”I widened my eyes at his insinuation, ready to argue, when Patrik raised his hand, indicating that I should keep silent.“Did you do the evaluation I requested?” He leaned on the edge of the table, crossing his arms, slightly out of breath. My eyes drifted down his body, noticing the bulge in his pants. “Hey, young lady? My eyes are up here!”Mr. Morgan pointed with his finger from bottom to top, guiding my head. I rolled my
I decided to bake a carrot cake, complemented with chocolate sauce, and set the table, taking the liberty of choosing one of the wines I saw in the small, improvised cabin wine cellar. I didn't realize the hours were passing, but a clearing throat sound caught my attention. Furthermore, I turned my body in that direction, and there was my boss, stunning, just out of the shower in sweatpants and a sweater, slippers on his feet, and his hair styled with his fingers. It was such a magnificent sight that would make any woman stop breathing and contemplate, which was exactly what I was doing.Regaining my composure and adjusting my embarrassed posture, I realized I was covered in flour on my clothes. Patrik approached, looking at the table, and smiled excitedly.“If the taste is as good as the appearance and smell, you can poison me as much as you want.” He teased me, making me laugh.“I wouldn't risk becoming unemployed.” I joked.Patrik came closer, running his finger on my face near my
A thunderstorm outside brought rationality back to the forefront. I stopped kissing him, looking at him ashamedly, and assessing our entire situation. I jumped off his lap, quickly pulling down my dress. Furthermore, I stood still, looking at him and touching my lips. Patrik stretched his arms out, inviting me back to him.“Mr. Morgan, this never happened!” I gasped, running out of the kitchen and leaving him there, excited.I ran into the bedroom, locking the door, trembling and throbbing. Just with my boss's fingers, I had the best orgasm of my life. How could that man stir my senses so much? He was my boss; we had gone too far. What would he think of me now? My God, what would the people at the publishing house say if they found out? It would certainly be the subject of jokes like Rachel and Rick. I needed to change jobs and move to another city again. Run away again!I burrowed under the covers, hoping he wouldn't try to enter the room. I only heard his footsteps stopping at the d