Chapter 4. I'm turning you on

That moan was more than enough consent for Michele, who wasted no time and slipped her fingers inside her pussy until she felt the vaginal walls of Daviana's sex.

She was really wet, her fingers were instantly soaked, sliding smoothly between her pussy. Michele dared to insert one of her fingers a little deeper inside her, eliciting such an erotic moan from her that it pleased him.

The CEO bit his lip as he looked at Daviana's mouth, she was biting her lip with such lust and excitement that his cock was about to explode. The brunette's hands clung to his shoulders as he masturbated her vagina with the utmost delicacy.

"Do you like it, Daviana? Do you like what I'm doing to you?" he moaned against her open mouth.

"Please, Mr. Gershon, you must... you must stop..." He hears her swallow, but she doesn't stop panting softly as she is masturbated.

"Do you want me to stop?" He pushes his finger a little further into her pussy and begins to make circular movements inside her sex. "Is that what you want?" he adds in a hoarse voice.

"It's just that I..."

Without her being able to help it, she tilts her face toward her boss's mouth and they end up kissing again. She wasn't looking to kiss him, but there was something about this guy that threw her off, as if he had the ability to control her body and her actions.

Michele kissed Daviana again, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat, continuing to masturbate her without stopping, because he couldn't stop. That woman was an entire ocean between his thighs.

His hand was very slimy as it moved in and out of her pussy, not to mention the temperature of her body.

"Please..." she asked between her lips, but even she didn't know what she was asking for.

"What? Do you want more than my fingers?" His movements were increasing inside her body, causing her to shudder against him.

"I can't take it anymore," she moaned loudly as she grabbed his jacket tightly.

Michele squeezes her waist and vigorously moves his finger. At that moment, he feels her vaginal walls contract. Daviana closes her thighs a little tighter around him and her face turns quite red.

"Ahhhh!" she exclaimed, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. "Stop, stop..."

"Keep going, don't stop, Daviana..."

The sound created by the masturbation turned Michele on even more. The CEO didn't stop rubbing Daviana's pussy since she was one step away from coming with just his finger. And he was just getting started.

He kissed the curve of her neck as she gasped against his jacket, muffling her voice a little. She hugged him so tightly that he looked like a lifesaver. Suddenly, Daviana began to move her hips against his finger, and the dark-haired man liked it.

"Ah! Ah!" she gasped, accelerating the movement of her hips, until Michele felt his hand get wetter than it already was.

Daviana's breathing was very rapid, she continued to rest her forehead against his shoulder while he did not remove his hand from her pussy... after a few seconds, he licked his lips, which he ended up biting as he withdrew his finger from her vagina.

As he did so, she gasped as if she were finishing her release.

The CEO notices that his hand is very wet, and his finger is splattered with the fluids of that beautiful brunette. His animal instincts lead him to put his fingers in his mouth to taste the essence of that woman.

"Very sweet!" he exclaims with satisfaction.

At that moment, Daviana hears her boss's voice and opens her eyes wide, realizing what she has done. The calmness her heart was beginning to feel is shattered when she realizes the position she is in.

As if someone had electrocuted her from behind, the brunette gets off her boss, causing him to be greatly shocked. She sees him blink in surprise as she pulls down her skirt and then glances at his lap, which is even worse.

"I'm so sorry, I have to go now..."

Without waiting for a word from him that might stop her, the brunette ran towards the door...

Michele is left with his mouth open, as it was the first time a woman had turned him on. He thought they were going to end up having sex, but it turns out she easily slipped through his fingers.

"What the hell?" He stood up, staring at the damn door. "How did she get away from me?" He smiled wryly.

The CEO raises the hand that gave her that orgasm and then looks back at the door, wondering why she ran away like that. He frowns because his cock is still throbbing for her.

He looks down and notices his pants are wet from Daviana's fluids...

"There won't be any second chances for you to escape, Daviana."

His return wasn't as boring as he thought it would be, and staying for a long time might not be such a bad idea. Daviana could be an incentive to extend his presence in the company.

[...]

Daviana runs down the stairs, feeling short of breath. After descending several floors, she stops to catch her breath. She leans her body against the wall as she inhales and exhales.

"Shit, what the hell have I done?" She brings her free hand to her chest, her heart pounding so hard it feels like it's going to burst out of her chest.

She shakes her head just as she feels her legs turn to jelly. She was standing, but they were shaking so much that she thought she would faint... She licks her lips and closes her eyes to try to calm down a little.

"Damn it, damn it, I've completely screwed up. What the hell did I do with my boss? Why did I let him do all that?" she asks herself furiously.

Then she reviews what had happened upstairs and her heart feels worse than it already did. She blinks several times as she recalls that first kiss, and then when... when he touched her pussy.

"Noooo... What the hell am I thinking?!"

She presses her lips together and looks toward the stairs. She didn't want to take the elevator down, because there was a risk that he could catch up with her in it and they would end up repeating everything.

"Damn it, I'm an idiot," she rubs her forehead impatiently.

After a few hours, the brunette throws her bag on the bed and then lies down on it. She exhales as she stares at the ceiling of her apartment, Daviana presses her lips together, feeling a lot of anxiety and worry inside.

"How the hell am I going to show up for work tomorrow?" She closes her eyes with unease. "Damn, this is a serious problem," she says, turning over to hug her pillow.

As she turns her body, she feels it pressing against the mattress, reminding her of when she was in her boss's arms. The brunette frowns as she recalls that penetrating gaze, and the memory is so vivid that, without realizing it, she bites her lower lip.

"How can it be so intense?"

She closes her eyes because she can still remember how he touched her pussy, how he masturbated her, how he made her reach that orgasm. And those lustful kisses; she thought it was completely crazy.

She had a very hot boss.

He was a man with a lot of experience in the art of sex, and perhaps that was what led her to let herself be carried away by him and his skilled hands. And just remembering how he made her feel turned her on again with the same ferocity as in the office.

"NO!" she shouted, sitting up in bed. "This isn't right, damn it, of course it's not! Daviana, you idiot, he's your boss! The owner of the company that pays your damn debts, and on top of that, he's much older than you..."

The young woman stood up and walked to the bathroom, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and let out another sigh.

"If you let yourself be taken in by that man, you'll be just another one of the bunch, just another secretary who passes through her boss's hands. You're not one of those women. Remember that you got that job on your own merits. You didn't need to have sex with anyone to get it."

She sighs, resting her hands on the sink, then presses her lips together and brings one of her hands to her lower belly... the part he touched was still throbbing, as if he had left a special mark on her body.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me?" She opens her eyes and remains stuck in a fog.

Ever since she saw him standing there watching her with those green eyes and that dangerous look, she was completely bewildered. His presence unsettled her so much that she forgot who she was. And the proof was when she let him kiss her.

She didn't even know him, and they had already done things they shouldn't have done. It was crazy... Daviana shakes her head.

"That can't happen again. I know what happens to girls who sleep with their bosses. I'll lose my job, and I don't want that. I can't. If they give me another job or fire me, how will I pay my debts?"

Every day she tried to stay strong and avoid being late for work. She always did her best at her job to avoid problems and getting fired. She had been paying off an extraordinary debt for a year, and if she continued at that pace, she could resolve many pending issues.

She looks up again and remembers her younger brother and feels a lot of pain, her eyes drowning in suffering when she thinks of him. Then she wipes her tears and knows that everything she does is for his sake. She had to talk about her job to get it going, she didn't have time for men.

For that reason, since she became a woman, she never took the time to date any boys. No one had ever touched her, until that day when her boss decided to be a pervert. She turns around, resting her butt on the sink.

"I can't fall for that man's seduction tactics. All he wants is to have sex with me and then discard me like he does with everyone else. Besides, he's probably married. He didn't have Connor through artificial insemination.

She gasps heavily...

"Damn, I bet his wife was waiting for him at home while he was trying to fuck his secretary. How could he possibly see me as a lover? Is it written on my forehead?

Angry, she walks over to the shower to turn on the tap.

"If he tries to seduce me again, I'll tell him a few things to his face..." She feels the water starting to heat up, and that's when she thinks of something that scares her. "But what if he fires me for refusing?

She crosses her arms, seriously considering that possibility. He was probably one of those bosses who fired his secretaries if they refused to sleep with him. That theory scared her a lot; she couldn't lose her job.

She bites her lip, thinking of a solution to this problem, although she wasn't sure what her boss was really after.

"For God's sake, Daviana, don't be an idiot. How can you not know what he wants? It's obvious he wants to sleep with you."

She shook her head irritably as she began to undress. It didn't take a genius to realize that this man was a born hunter. And that was confirmed when she caught him staring at her on the floor as she gathered her belongings.

On top of that, he told her former boss that she would now be his secretary. That was another thing. Connor didn't like her staying with her, although she would much rather be Connor's assistant than her father's.

However, the boss was Michele, not Connor.

"Damn, this is a fucking problem."

[...]

When Michele arrived home, she saw that place from the entrance, which brought back many unpleasant memories. The CEO closed the door and could only hear the loneliness that overwhelmed him.

He throws his keys down at the entrance and heads for the stairs. When he reaches his bedroom door, he looks at his bed and realizes he doesn't feel like sleeping in it at all. He turns around and heads for another room.

Lying on another bed, the CEO stares at the ceiling and, for some reason, thinks about Daviana and what they did in his office.

"That girl! I think we'll have an interesting conversation tomorrow."