Chapter 3. He rubs her pussy

The CEO looks out at the city from the window.

"I'm back to stay!"

His words made Connor tense up. He wasn't expecting news like that. He had been running the company for over a year, and now his father was coming back to take his place as boss.

"Why so suddenly?" The young man swallows hard.

Michele takes a breath as he listens to his son behind him. When he arrived in Chicago, he had no intention of staying permanently, but something made him change his mind right after stepping out of that elevator.

He looked at his reflection in the glass and smiled slightly.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, do I, Connor?"

"No, of course not! But if you go back, what will I do?"

"I'll let you know later..."

The young man nods and then licks his lips. He didn't like the idea of having his father in the company, but he was confident that, as always, he would get bored of being in the same place.

It was the typical Michele Gershon story; he never stayed in the same city for long. It was only a matter of time before he came up with one of his stupid ideas and left, leaving everything to him once again.

For as long as he could remember, his father had almost always been absent. He had practically grown up with his mother, but when she got fed up with her husband's absence, she decided to leave him, taking their son with her.

That was when he was introduced to the business world. His father took him on every trip he made and taught him everything he knew. To tell the truth, he didn't complain. Those were the best years of his life, and spending time with his father was the best thing ever, but now he was a man and didn't really need him anymore.

Connor thought he shouldn't worry. He knew him well enough to know that he would leave again at any moment. His thing was to travel to his companies from time to time; he wasn't a man who liked to be stuck in an office all day.

"All right, I'll use the office at the back to continue working."

"That sounds good to me..."

"Do you need anything else?" Connor waited patiently for his answer.

"My house, have you arranged for cleaning service?"

"Yes."

Michele nods just as there is a knock at the office door. The CEO remains with his back turned while his son gives the order to enter.

"Good evening, excuse me, Mr. Gershon, do you need anything? It's my quitting time."

Daviana didn't want to go into that office, but she always said goodbye before leaving, and she couldn't leave without first stopping by that office with those two men.

The older brown-haired man glances at his watch, noting that the young woman is announcing her departure a few minutes after her shift ends.

"No, Miss Morris, you can go now," the young man replied calmly, admiring the curves of the brown-haired woman.

"No, I don't think so..." Michele replied, turning around, and the CEO earned a look from both of them.

"It's your departure time," the son objects, somewhat annoyed.

"I need to talk to the young lady before she leaves. It will only take about five minutes of your time."

Connor clenches his jaw, while Daviana's legs turn to jelly as she looks into the man's powerful gaze.

"I don't think..." Connor tries to object again, but his father won't let him.

"Would you mind giving me five minutes, Miss Morris?"

Daviana blinks several times and, unable to control her actions, she shakes her head. It's as if she's possessed by the man's gaze.

"You see!" Michele points at her. "It doesn't bother her. Now, leave us alone, Connor."

The younger dark-haired man approaches the desk, staring intently at his father.

"I remind you that she is my secretary," Michele looks at him with passive eyes.

"Miss Morris, starting tomorrow, you will be my secretary." Connor says nothing, but he doesn't need to, as the vein in his forehead speaks for him. "You'll have to find another secretary."

The boy straightens up and, without saying a word, turns to walk toward the door. Before leaving, he glances at Daviana, who looks at him sideways.

The brown-haired woman hears the black-haired man close the door behind him, then slowly looks up. At that moment, she sees her new boss and freezes, but the voice in her head keeps telling her that this man has a very attractive and seductive aura.

However, she needed to concentrate and not look like a crazy woman. She had to be professional if she wanted to keep her job. Those absurd and perverted thoughts couldn't be in her head, especially when dealing with the man who was her new boss.

Daviana noticed the gleam in her boss's eyes and swallowed hard. His presence was truly intimidating. Without saying a word, the brunette remained where she was, clenching her hands into fists.

"How long have you been working for Connor?"

"One year, sir." Michele walks around the desk and sits down on the edge of it in front of her.

"And how has the experience been with him?"

"Mr. Connor has treated me well."

"Oh, really?"

Michele raises her eyebrows, realizing that she didn't get his hint, which makes him quite curious, and he ends up getting up to walk over to where she is.

"So, he's been a good boss?" Daviana senses him approaching, which makes her nervous. She blinks but doesn't move.

"Y-yes..." she stammers in response.

That confirmed something important to him: that girl and his son hadn't fucked. He was very surprised, coming from Connor, as he was sure he had fucked half the company. But why not that brunette?

Michele takes in her figure from head to toe. She's quite beautiful, those curves would drive any man crazy, including him.

"In that case, I can assure you that I will treat her much better than my son." Daviana's eyes widened as she heard those words, her heart began to pound in her chest when her boss stood a few inches away from her. "What do you think?"

"Mr. Gershon..." she says, then swallows hard. "What are you talking about?" She keeps her eyes on her boss's chest.

And just then, he leans down slightly, coming right in front of her face. She sees that dangerous gleam in his eyes that makes her freeze.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about..." Her boss brushes her lips with his thumb, and that contact electrifies her inside. "I'm sure you're a smart girl, that's why you're the owner's secretary, right?"

Michele puts his thumb inside her mouth and touches her tongue with the tip, making her jump... then he pulls his finger out and, before removing it completely, pulls her lower lip a little, managing to open her mouth.

"I'll definitely be a much better boss than my son," he whispers, admiring only her open lips.

Daviana's mouth was watering, and not only that, her pussy was swimming in a pool of water between her legs. She could even swear that she would wet the pantyhose she was wearing. The young woman blinks several times, but doesn't even let out a sigh.

Michele, noticing that she had frozen, smiled slightly, but it was a smile that was barely visible. He then closed the small space between his mouth and hers and ended up joining the two in a single kiss.

When the CEO tasted his secretary's mouth, he felt a kind of current run through his whole body, like a chill that ran from his feet to the back of his neck, making him feel strange. However, he did not move away from the brunette; on the contrary, he wrapped one arm around her waist.

As he pressed his body against hers, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth. His secretary seemed cold as ice, but little by little she would warm up. He seized the moment and slid both hands down to the curve of that ass he had seen before.

He squeezed it hard, making her frown; it was truly firm and very round. He pushed his hands toward her body, causing her breasts to bump against his chest, making the brunette jump.

The CEO began to back away with her in his arms until he bumped into the desk, sat down, and pulled his secretary between his thighs. Holding her in that position, he moved his hands down to the bottom of her skirt and then back up, but this time under the fabric.

Daviana feels the warmth of his tongue in her mouth and melts like ice on fire. So much so that instead of reacting in any other way, she closes her eyes. After a few seconds, she feels her boss grab her ass and squeeze it hard, breaking down the rest of her barriers.

Her body is dragged who knows where, and in a fraction of a second, her boss's hands slide down her thighs, causing her pussy to begin to throb frantically. Something was wrong with him, because the sensation was very strong.

"Please."

She manages to say, trying to pull away from his lips a little, but her boss squeezes her thighs a little harder. She moans against Michele's mouth, causing him to deepen the kiss, making it wetter and more eager.

She melts when those skilled hands reach her buttocks and he squeezes them violently, her whole body trembles and she automatically surrenders to him and his damn imposing masculinity.

Michele bites his secretary's lips as he pulls her skirt up to her waist and immediately lifts her with both hands to sit her on his lap. He devours her mouth while sliding one hand under her panties and the other up her thigh, feeling the edge of the stockings she is wearing.

The CEO pulls away from his secretary slightly to look at the lower part of her body. Her panties weren't appropriate; in fact, they were a bit puritanical, but that didn't matter when he wanted to take them off.

"What's your name?" he murmurs against her neck as he showers her exquisite skin with hundreds of kisses.

"Daviana..." she replies in a breathless voice.

"Daviana!" he repeats her name and then takes her lips once more.

The brunette is kissed again, breaking down more barriers. She couldn't take it anymore; this man was making a dent in her. She couldn't allow it; it wasn't right. He was her boss.

"No," she says, pulling away slightly, but Michele holds her chin to kiss her again. "It's not right..." she objects again, pulling away slightly.

"What's wrong, Daviana?"

The mention of her name made her tremble, then her boss's hand pressed against her pussy, making her jump and try to pull away from him, but Michele was so cunning that he held her by the waist to keep her where he wanted her.

"No, no, this isn't right..." She pushes him lightly on the chest.

"Are you sure?" insisted the CEO, rubbing her pussy over her panties.

That friction drove Daviana crazy; it was too much to bear. Her body was very hot, and she didn't understand why, since she had only just met this man. But that touch drove her crazy. She closed her eyes as she felt those two fingers slide up and down the center of her vagina.

"Fuck no..." she moaned lustfully, unable to help herself.