“I completely agree. What's your suggestion?” Patrick raised an eyebrow as he seemed to find the suggestion I had made on the paper. “CineArts Press is an excellent choice. You really think of every detail, and that's something I admire about you.”A sudden warmth rose to my cheeks at the compliment, and I cleared my throat before continuing:“It's a new production company, composed of just a few members who hire amateur authors for their productions. Most of the content is edited by the co-founder and programmer, Alexander, along with partners Pablo, responsible for the commercial aspect, and María, in charge of financial management.” I paused, allowing Patrick to absorb the information before continuing. “Although they've been operating for less than two years, they've shown quality in their productions, especially in romantic shorts for social media, and have kept their finances balanced.”“No wonder; I trust your ability to discover talent.”Patrick looked at me with a hint of smug
Mr. Morgan stood up, adjusted his suit, and handed out papers to each of us, with a handwritten new clause. I frowned, curious, as I received my copy. Upon reading the item, my reaction was the same as everyone else's shock.“Are you serious?” Maria asked him. “You really want to give us 85% decision-making power without Press interference? With such a high investment and the possibility of contract termination without penalty, extending for 6 months?”“Mr. Morgan...” I called, whispering in his ear. “This is a very risky proposal. We barely know you or the quality of your work.”“I trust your research and my sources!” Patrick smiled as he returned to the group. “Don't underestimate the remaining 15%. Financial approval is necessary, and every decision will undergo a prior cost analysis. However, every decision you make will be validated.”“But why? Why would you trust us like this?” Alexander crossed his arms, perplexed.“I believe in the potential of your production company. That's
“First of all, I have a river pilot's license and consider myself as competent as many captains out there, maybe even the most confident of them,” Patrick said, pulling up the formal dress and exposing more cleavage by unzipping it with his mouth, running his tongue up before looking back at me. “How can I kill us in the middle of nowhere?”“You could crash the yacht into a big wave,” I moaned as he rubbed his body against mine.“There's no forecast for storms; I checked... Trust me, put your fears aside. Today it will just be you and me.” His voice seductive, he captured my lips in a hungry kiss and skillfully pulled down the zipper of my dress, leaving me only in my underwear. Biting his lip, Patrick stopped to admire my body. “You're simply wonderful, Elisabeth, so beautiful.”“Mr. Morgan, someone could see us,” I murmured as his lips grazed the thin fabric of my pants.“Ready to sail to the middle of paradise?” With a mischievous look, Patrick bit the strap of my pants, pulling it
“I think you're trying to make me fat,” I joked, making him laugh. “And after the meal?”A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes as he leaned forward.“Do you know how to swim?” he asked, smiling in a smug and charming way.“I do, but I'm afraid of sharks,” I confessed, eating the strawberry slowly, never taking my eyes off his. He bit his lip and moved closer to me.“Oh, miss, the only one who will get a taste of you today is me!” Pulling me to him, Patrick lifted me up, laying me down on the bench before returning to the table.I furrowed my brow curiously, watching him bring out the whipped cream and champagne.“Patrick...” I began, but a sudden, demanding kiss silenced me immediately.Patrick's hands roamed over my body, caressing my skin with gentle pressure at certain points. My intimate parts lit up with just the slightest touch of his fingers, which threatened to reach my sensitive spot, teasing me, before moving up to squeeze my nipples.I moaned into the kiss, and as h
We moved through the calm sea, completely surrendering to each other. Every touch led us to intimate and pleasurable moments. My body was exhausted and satiated by the intense sex and multiple orgasms. I felt like I could split in half from so much pleasure.On my knees on the bench, with my back to him, I felt Patrick passing ice over my neck, letting the cold liquid trickle down my back to my buttocks, where he bit eagerly. I let out a moan of ecstasy from the new sensation. Every moment with him was unique, and when his warm lips met my chilled skin, my body quivered with pleasure.When he plunged into me, I gasped and threw my head back, seeking his mouth for a deep kiss. Patrick increased the pace of his thrusts, and I moaned loudly as he squeezed my breasts with desire. His thrusts became more rhythmic and intense, and I braced my arms on the bench, pushing my hips back and grinding against his wet, pleasurable length.“Lis, you're driving me crazy!”Patrick growled, breathless.
“Elisabeth, you overestimate yourself too much... Can't you really see your worth?” I said it in a harsher tone. She lowered her head and placed it between her legs. I sighed and pulled her into my embrace. “If you can't see what I see in you, just trust what I tell you.”“I don't usually trust easily...” she replied, almost in a murmur.“Neither do I, and here I am asking you to be my girlfriend...” I smiled widely when her eyes met mine. “Know that I already consider the sparkle in your eyes as a yes.”“I think saying no is out of the question...” Lis smiled sweetly.“Absolutely.” I took her in an intense kiss, gently laying her down on the boat and tracing her soft skin with my mouth, before taking her right hand and sliding the ring onto it. “There, now it's official!”“I think I'll be the subject of gossip at the company.” She commented, examining the ring and smiling. “It's beautiful, it must be worth a year's salary.”“Actually, about two years. Your boss should give you a rais
I found Greg at the hotel bar, visibly nervous, his leg shaking with anxiety.“Why all the fuss, my old friend?” I called for his attention.“You know why... That damned woman is here, ready to strike, and you're playing house with your secretary!” Greg shouted, losing his composure.“Watch your mouth before you insinuate anything about Elisabeth!” I slammed my fist on the bar, drawing attention, and kept my fierce eyes on him.Looking around, he motioned for me to sit beside him, ordering our whiskey shots.“Sorry, I just can't easily accept what that cursed woman did...” My friend said, downing his drink in one go. “You know Victor is dead because of her. That ambush in the desert was to lure you in. Me, her... Damn it!”Greg slammed his glass down forcefully, trembling with nerves. I observed his
“Patrick, if you want to stay away from me after what I tell you... Promise me you'll let me quit and leave?” Turning her body with heavy eyes, Elisabeth looked determined.“I promise that no matter what you say, I'm not going anywhere!” I smiled, caressing her cold, wet cheeks.“You say that because you don't know everything...” She sighed, gathering courage. “I was once engaged, but not in the way all women dream of... The person I shared my adolescence with until the beginning of adulthood was simply a monster in disguise, which I had the misfortune of discovering in the worst way.Lis sobbed a few times with her back to me. I adjusted myself, pressing my chest against her back and running my nails along her arms in a caress, making her comfortable enough to continue with her real nightmare.“The jealousy and possessiveness started to increase in college. I thought it was just a phase, maybe even hormones... I don't know, I didn't want to see the signs.” Slapping her forehead with