Chapter 18
I’ve been traveling alone for a week, which is unusual for me. Normally, Chloe is by my side whenever I travel. But this time, she couldn’t come—she has some important exams to take. On top of that, her sister had to go back for chemotherapy, and Chloe needed to be there to support her.
She told me about her family’s health problems—how it all started when her mother began battling depression, then alcoholism, and then cancer.
Her strength in the face of so many challenges amazes me.
I wish I could lift all those burdens from her life and carry them myself.
It’s unfair that someone so young has to deal with all of this.
My thoughts drift back to my assistant, who’s been capturing my heart in ways I can’t explain.
It’s not just physical attraction, like it always was before.
There’s something deeper, something that makes me feel connected to her in a way I’ve never experienced.
I told Jullian, and he said I’m in love, but I don’t believe that.
I’ve always thought women approached me for my money or what I could offer them.
My last relationship seemed to confirm it.
My ex was a model when we started dating. Through my contacts, she landed some major contracts that launched her internationally. She traveled the world, attended high-profile events, and her name started getting recognized. But our relationship ended when I discovered she’d been cheating on me.
Since then, I’ve stuck to purely physical relationships, avoiding any emotional attachment.
I believed true love was rare and didn’t want to be hurt by lies anymore.
That decision protected me for a while, but everything changed when I met Chloe.
She’s sweet and gentle, yet strong at the same time, with a sharp tongue that catches me off guard.
I smile, thinking of her as the elevator rises to the top floor where the executive offices are.
Missing that girl makes my chest ache, and the ride seems to last hours.
When the doors finally open, I head down the corridor toward her desk.
Without thinking, I grab her arm. She looks at me, startled, and I pull her into my office.
I open the door and, in one swift motion, close it behind us, pressing Chloe against it and turning the key in the lock.
My hand caresses her face, her skin soft and warm beneath my fingers.
My lips travel down her neck, where I leave a lingering kiss, and she shivers.
I move to her ear and give her lobe a gentle bite, drawing a moan from her.
Meanwhile, my other hand slides gently down her leg, moving up under her skirt, feeling the firmness and softness of her skin.
I turn her firmly so her back is to me and grab her arms, pinning them above her head with one hand.
Her breathing quickens as she surrenders to the moment.
With my other hand, I brush her hair aside—it carries a soft strawberry scent—leaving her neck completely exposed.
I lean in and bite gently on that sensitive spot; she shivers again, and that reaction, so intense and beautiful, fascinates me.
“What are you doing to me, you little witch...” I whisper in her ear, my voice heavy with desire.
“I can’t stand not touching this soft, sweet-smelling skin anymore, not tasting these full, delicious lips...
” As I speak, my hand slides along the curve of her thigh, hiking her skirt up to her waist. “...this gorgeous ass...” I give her a firm but teasing slap, and she trembles under my touch.
“You’ve bewitched me so completely that I can barely work when I’m away from you. ”
She turns her face slightly, her eyes shining with something between longing and desire, and murmurs:
“I missed you too.”
Her sweet, low voice drifts through the air like a spell. She stays pressed against the door, so close yet somehow untouchable, and it’s impossible to ignore the effect she has on me. My body reacts before I can even think—my cock springs to life.
“I’m sorry, my little witch,” I say, my voice thick with urgency. “But if I’m not inside you right now, I think I’ll lose my mind. You drive me insane!”
I bring my hand to her panties and gently push them aside.
My fingers find her pussy already wet and throbbing, completely ready for me.
With trembling fingers, I unbuckle my belt and lower my pants, freeing my cock—rigid and wet at the tip, veins bulging and throbbing for her.
I move closer and position myself at her entrance, sinking easily into her hot, soaked flesh.
I don’t think. I don’t hesitate. I just surrender completely to the moment.
As soon as I’m inside her, I let out a deep sigh—not just of pleasure, but of relief, as if everything were finally in place. Her scorching walls grip my cock tightly. I stay there, motionless for an instant, just feeling it all. The heat. The connection. How much I needed this.
I close my eyes and rest my face against her neck, breathing in her scent—so familiar, so intoxicating. My whole body responds. Then I start to move, slowly at first, but the urgency builds and my thrusts grow harder, deeper.
“Ah, Chloe... you’re addictive. I can’t stand being away anymore, damn it,” I groan, feeling how tightly she grips my cock. I release her hands and grip her neck, tilting her head back. “What have you done to me, girl? You’ve driven me crazy!”
I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her in place. I pull Chloe to my desk, where folders are scattered across the surface. I sweep my arm across it and everything flies to the floor. I position her there, sprawled across the desk, completely surrendered to me.
In this position, I can’t hold back anymore. The need builds, the urge to spill inside her growing dangerously close. I bring my hand to her clit, swollen and sensitive, proof of how much her body responds to my touch.
“Come with me, my girl... I want to feel you squeezing me from the inside.”
She moans loudly, completely out of control. I press my hand over her mouth, muffling her sounds as I watch her lying across my desk—arms stretched out, body arching, blonde hair tousled around her face. It’s a magical, singular moment that only she can draw out of me.
Sweat runs down my forehead, my cock throbs, thickening with each passing second.
Then I feel her clenching around me. I look at her and smile fiercely.
I grip her waist tight, keeping her exactly where I want her.
She’s still trembling through her climax, squeezing me with involuntary spasms. My desire hits its peak.
I can’t think anymore—I can only feel her.
And then I roar, losing myself in her, coming undone completely.
I slow my movements, riding out the last of my release.
When we’re both satisfied, still inside her, I wrap my arms around her again, pulling her close by the waist as I settle back onto the couch with her in my lap.
I don’t want to lose this connection. I know it might seem possessive, but I just want to stay like this, even if only for a moment.