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Men never listen
Doris
You’re right, they don’t. Feel free to message or email me any queries. There is no point in me coming over for the last few days. If you’re sure you can handle him?
Him being my boss and the man I’m also currently screwing.
He’s spoiled me, making sure my every need is met. Supplying my room with snacks, drinks and fresh flowers.
Before I can answer, Doris rings me. “Sorry, Imogen. It’s so much easier to call than to text. I’m so slow at it.”
I laugh. “You’re doing just fine. I’m sorry that you missed out on coming.”
“I’ve been to Paris sixteen times,” she says. My mouth gapes. “Another time. Now tell me all about what you’ve been doing.”
I have a graphic flashback to Khristian eating whipped cream off my body last night after room service delivered my chocolate cake. I clear my throat.
Just as I’m about to speak, Khristian walks into the office suddenly and sees me alone, he shuts the door and locks it. My eyes go wide at his actions and the smirk on his face.
That can only mean one thing…
“Uh, just meeting after meeting I’m afraid,” I say.
Khristian mouths, ‘who is it?’ And I mouth back, ‘Doris.’
He sinks to his knees before me and parts my legs. I try to shove him back but he's too strong. He holds my thighs open as Doris prattles on and I slap a hand over my mouth when he sucks my nipple through my blouse.
“Yes… I have seen the Eiffel Tower…”
“It’s beautiful this time of year, make sure Khristian isn’t cheap and he takes you out to see some sights.”
“Oh, I will.”
Khristian’s hand snakes between my legs and I try to close them. He grins, enjoying the fact that I can’t get rid of Doris.
“… I think it’s near the Louvre. Anyway, we ate there once and I had the most amazing Escargot, do you know what that is?”
Khristian swipes my underwear aside and lowers his mouth to my pussy.
I bite down on my lip.
“Uh… no… I…”
“It’s snails,” she explains. “Sounds disgusting, but with the right garlic sauce it tastes just like chicken…”
“Mmmm.” She mistakes my moaning for encouragement about eating them.
“Oh, I know, we had this lovely potato au gratin, that means it’s grilled with cheese…”
“Uh, Doris,” I pant, while Khristian shoves his tongue inside me. “I have to go, Khristian just arrived and he looks mad.” I feel him grunt against me as I lean back and spread my legs wider.
“Stay strong. It’s only a few days. Just remember he’s under a lot of pressure. Just ignore everything he says.” Pressure that’s now pressed against my clit…
“Okay! Bye!” I hang up on her before she gets a chance to say goodbye back to me.
Two seconds later, I’m coming all over Khristian’s face as he looks up at me with those blue eyes that I love so much.
I grab a fistful of his hair. “That was naughty, Mr. Petrov.”
