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"I know what it feels like," I said, and his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Care to explain?"
I lifted my gaze to the ceiling and eventually found the words that I could say.
“Let’s put it this way,” I said. “Not all… c-cocks need to be real.”
I definitely stuttered on that one, but as his brows seemed to rise even further, I figured that was the last thing on his mind. He kept watching me, and slowly, as his gaze narrowed, it seemed as though he was processing what I had said.
"So… toys?" he asked, and I couldn't help but smile. This was ultimately amusing because I couldn’t understand how I was discussing this with my boss— I mean, Sophie’s boss.
“Dildo,” I said and he smiled as well. It was so beautiful and unexpected that my heart stopped dead in its tracks.
Since I'd met him and come to learn of his existence, I didn't think I had ever actually seen him fully and genuinely smile. Perhaps he had, but I hadn’t noted it until now. His teeth werepearly white and perfectly straight making his gray eyes sparkle. I nearly couldn’t breathe.
God, he was gorgeous. As I stared at him, I wondered if he knew this. He had to know, right? It wasn’t truly impossible to look this way and not know it or at least not have heard of women chasing after him. I was internally becoming a complete mess. Still, I managed to compose myself to ask my next string of questions. Surprisingly, I was quite enjoying this conversation with him. The topic was wild, but I was sure that in his mind, as well as mine, we were both using it as a way and a reason to procrastinate. For me, it was because I wanted to extend the time we had together, as he had said it would probably not come again.
And so I decided not to hold back and let loose. "What about you?" I asked, and as soon as his face changed, I understood that I had probably just asked a really stupid question. He looked at me and then he cocked his head.
“Are you asking me if I’ve fucked someone in the ass or if I myself have been fucked in the ass before?”
At the very clear distinction, it was obvious, extremely obvious, which question I should follow; however, the little mischievous streak in me wanted to be just a tad bit playful. We had already come this far. But still, I tried my best to be as polite about it as possible.
"I assume the former is the case," I responded, and he smiled again.
"So you assume the former is the case, but you're also curious if the latter is also the case as well?" he inquired. I stared at him as he seemed to succinctly understand my mind, yet I couldn’t quite bring myself to nod in response. And so, I diverted the question instead.
“You’re my boss,” I said. “I could never ask you that.”
“Is that a fact?” he asked and rose to his feet.
I watched as his hands went to the buttons of his dress shirt and then he began to unbutton his shirt.
It was almost a struggle then to swallow but when I somehow managed to get the lump down my throat I returned my gaze to him.
“Yes,” I said without even recalling the last question he had asked. What had he even asked me?
“The former is the case,” he replied as he shrugged the shirt off and flung it aside.
He began to head toward me now, gorgeous intimidatingly built, and broad and I felt feeble; literally weak in my knees. I didn’t dare move away from the door frame. Not till he arrived.
He didn’t bother stopping or leaving room for me to breathe. It was as though he had no understanding whatsoever of the concept of personal space and wanted to be as close to me as possible.
He stared deep into my eyes and I tried my best to hold his gaze however the hard bulge of the front of his pants as well as the heat ricocheting off his body in waves was almost too much for me to bear. I needed to touch something… someone and it was him. I couldn’t find the courage to hold on to him the way I wanted to. I instead held the side of his pants and hooked my fingers into the band.
His gaze lowered to them and then he embarrassed me outrightly without any response whatsoever.
“Still need support?” he asked.
He’s your boss, he’s your boss, I repeated in my mind over and over and as a result, I didn’t even realize it when I shut my eyes. A few moments later I felt a hand hold my chin, gently warming and as a result, I opened my eyes and found he moved and his face was a mere few inches away from mine.
What are you thinking so hard about?” he asked, our noses slightly brushing against each other.
For a few seconds, absolutely nothing came to mind. Everything about him overwhelmed me to the point of incoherence, and so, in order to find a response, I had to lower my gaze to think.
“I keep having to remind myself that you're my boss,” I replied. He lifted my chin once again, and before I could think another thought or say another word, he slanted his head and kissed me.
This taste, I was addicted to his taste, and it made me start to worry for the first time that when this was over, it would haunt me. Kissing Lucien Montgomery was heavenly. Like no one else, he knew how to be soft and gentle at the right time and how to be forceful on the other. He sucked on my lips and then soothed them with his tongue; he licked into my mouth with the most sensual, lush glides.
