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Eden’s POV Sir Oliver’s smirk widens and he kisses me, pressing his sweet lips on mine. I purr against his lips and kiss him with just as much fervour. He cups my face harder and darts his tongue into my mouth, parting my mouth wider and giving him access to suck on my tongue. He brings one hand to my hip, drawing slow patterns from there up my boobs. His hand swallows one of my breasts and fondles it underneath my shirt. I feel a storm blowing inside of me when he somehow slips it inside my shirt, his hand coming in contact with my supple boobs. My nipple becomes swollen from his touch and he tweaks it and wrings it, our faces still stuffed in each other’s. Sir Oliver guides me to the bench as the kiss becomes fiercer and sits us down on it. His cologne wafts into my nostrils, so manly and so inviting. The more he kisses me and touches me, the more I melt for him. All my resolve has turned to dust, blowing away with the night’s chilly air. There wasn’t much of it anyway. I’ve be
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Eden's POV Sir Oliver lies on top of me and takes my mouth in his. He presses his groin against my mound and I feel the enormous hard organ pulsing in his pants. He presses it to my naked mound, nudging it against my slit. The feeling of his hidden rod on me whelms me with a strong craving in my stomach. I hold him tightly when he starts grinding it against me. My body is electrified. The craving intensifies and transforms into a raw need to have him make love to me. He lowers his head to my crotch and spreads my legs. His tongue goes right into my soaking wet puss. My hips buck and I shudder as his flattened tongue licks my jewel, from my throbbing pink hole, across my gaping butthole and slaps my swollen clit. Sir Oliver ravishes my honeypot and as he does, I feel stings from his teeth grazing my clit. The little prickles coupled with the delicious sensation he’s sending to my love glove makes me tremble uncontrollably. It drives me to my peak and I feel my stomach twist and my
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Eden's POV “What do you want?” Sir Oliver's question echoes in my ear over and over again. I look at him, confused. And he's staring at me dead in the eye, no ounce of warmth on his face. I don't understand. Why is he acting so cold to me all of a sudden? What could I have done for him to start treating me this way out of the blue? I swallow before opening my mouth to respond. “I—” “Oliver darling, come back to bed.” A woman's voice booms from inside his bedroom. My jaw falls loose, my mouth opening wide and my heart ceases to beat for a moment. If he's with that woman so early in the morning then it means she spent the night in his bedroom. How could he do this to me after what's happened between us? “I asked you a question, Eden,” Sir Oliver snaps, his hand tightening around his doorknob. “What are you doing here?” “I came... to see you.” I fight off the tremor in my voice and try to speak firmly. But it's no use. Not when my heart is being shredded to pieces. And not while
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Eden's POV He wants to see me? Why does he want to see me? Well, I know why but... Why? Does he want to scold me for walking in on him naked? Or does he want to fire me? Wait, can he fire me? Oh God! My mind is a mountain of questions right now and my heart is beating fast. I don't want to lose my job, especially not on my very first day. That'll only prove that I'm the loser my dad says I am. This is a disaster. Everything is a disaster. I can't stop cursing myself right now. Why the hell did I waltz into his bathroom like that? Couldn't I at least have knocked first before entering? But then again, there was no way I could've known that he was inside. The bedroom was practically empty and I didn't hear a sound coming from the bathroom. Is it possible that the bathroom is soundproof? It doesn't matter now anyway. I'm in big trouble and that's what I have to worry about. I've only been working here for a few hours and I've already seen him naked. I can't believe it! I just hope t
The Billionaire Panty Ripper Chapter 5: Horrified
Eden's POV I gasp, my eyes widening in absolute shock. “Strip? What do you mean?” He chuckles, his voice low and husky as ever. “Oh, Eden. You walked in on me naked. Now it's my turn to see you naked. Fair's fair, don't you think?” I'm horrified, my head spinning with thoughts of protest and outrage. But my body seems to have a mind of its own and I feel a treacherous thrill of excitement at the thought of being naked in front of him. What on earth is wrong with me? “Sir Oliver, please,” I say in a hush, taking a step back from him. “Please what?” He questions me, his eyes searching my face. “Don't make me do this.” He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Oh, Eden. I'm not making you do anything. I'm just asking you to play a little game with me.” “But I'm not interested in playing any game with you,” I protest, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. How can he ask me to do such a thing? What does he think of me? Do I look like some cheap call girl or a ta
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Eden’s POV Sir Oliver’s smirk widens and he kisses me, pressing his sweet lips on mine. I purr against his lips and kiss him with just as much fervour. He cups my face harder and darts his tongue into my mouth, parting my mouth wider and giving him access to suck on my tongue. He brings one hand to my hip, drawing slow patterns from there up my boobs. His hand swallows one of my breasts and fondles it underneath my shirt. I feel a storm blowing inside of me when he somehow slips it inside my shirt, his hand coming in contact with my supple boobs. My nipple becomes swollen from his touch and he tweaks it and wrings it, our faces still stuffed in each other’s. Sir Oliver guides me to the bench as the kiss becomes fiercer and sits us down on it. His cologne wafts into my nostrils, so manly and so inviting. The more he kisses me and touches me, the more I melt for him. All my resolve has turned to dust, blowing away with the night’s chilly air. There wasn’t much of it anyway. I’ve be
The Billionaire Panty Ripper Chapter 19: Shamed
Eden's POV The woman shrieks, drawing the attention of most of the guests around her. She stares in horror at her silver dress, the wine splattered all over it and spreading like a dark blotch across her chest. It's even dripping down her neck. I'm so dead! “I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!” I apologize the moment I'm out of my dazed state. How could I have been so clumsy? What's with me and spilling drinks for heaven's sake?! The woman sends me a nasty glare so hot it could melt steel and reduce me to ashes. “You stupid klutz!” I don't stop apologizing. “Please forgive me, it was a mistake. I really didn't mean to—” “Shut up!” she snarls and stares down at her dress one more time. “You ruined my dress, ugh! You will pay for this!” Sir Oliver just stands still, observing the scene. I'm silently praying that he intervenes. I look at him with desperate, pleading eyes, my face scrunched in fear. But he's stoic, his expression remains unreadable and he doesn't utter a single word.
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