Chapter 25

Chapter 25

BLAIRE

In that moment, when I said “everything,” a cheeky twi nkle lit up my

eyes. The room buzzed with excitement as a big meal rolled in front of

Sebastian. His office, usually scrious business, turned into a food party

place.

Trying not to laugh, I enjoyed seeing all the tasty dishes coming in.

Sebastian's work table, unexpectedly turning into a stage for the food

show, happily welcomed each plate. Even the workers who helped

bring the food seemed surprised; their eyes got big. quietly showing

how amazed they were.

I thanked the last delivery person with a nice nod and used Sebastian's

card to pay. After he left, I closed the door, making Sebastian's office a

cozy spot just for us

As I walked to the table, I couldn't ignore Sebastian's intense look.

“What?” I asked. innocently, acting like I didn't know he was upset.

He frowned more. “Can you finish all of that?"

“I'm hungry,” I said, shrugging like it was no big deal. With a playful

look, I went to the dishes from different places-some with Asian flavors,

others with fancy European. tastes. My feast was ready to begin.

I know Sebastian hasn't eaten as well, but I'm determined to make him

pay for what he did last night and this morning. “What do you think

you're doing?” I asked him with an arched eyebrow when I saw him

getting food from the table.

“Eating,” he responded sarcastically.

“You order yours. These are all mine,” I told him.

His frown even got deeper. He let out an exasperated sigh as he

massaged his temple. “Don't be absurd, Blaire. You can't possibly finish

all of those.”

“I don't care. I can take home the rest or give it to your employees,” I

argued.

“You're giving it to my employees, yet you couldn't even give me a

plate?”

“Exactly,” I said, giving him a fake smile.

He ended up going back to his table and picking up his phone. “Clifford,

bring me some food,” he ordered before hanging up the phone.

He was glaring at me as he watched me eat my meal. While waiting for

Clifford, he made himself busy in front of his laptop. He would

occasionally lift his head and look

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at me with a death glare. Clifford took at least thirty minutes before he

arrived with. Sebastian's meal.

“Oh, Clifford! You're here. Why don't you grab some food? Get

whatever you want,” I offered him as he walked inside the office with a

takeout bag in his hand.

He was switching his eyes between me and Sebastian. He looks

confused about what's happening. Who wouldn't be? Sebastian asked

him to buy him some food when there's already a lot of food here.

Though hesitant, Clifford put the takeout bag on Sebastian's table

before he walked towards the table. With each food that he picked up,

he would look at Sebastian as if he were asking for permission.

Sebastian, on the other hand, remained silent as he continued to glare

at me as if he were about to eat me.

I continue to ignore him as I enjoy my food. We stayed silent the whole

time we were having a meal. He was sitting on his desk while I was at

the far end of the conference table.

“Aaahhh, I'm so full,” I moaned before leaning against the backrest of

my chair. Ast expected, I didn't manage to eat even a quarter of the

food that I ordered. I just ordered. those foods to despise him.

I saw him eat a few bites, but I don't think he likes his food. I noticed

that he hadn't finished his food. I somehow felt guilty knowing that he

didn't eat lunch because of me.

grabbed a plate of sushi, which I knew was one of his favorites, and

brought it to his table. “Here, you can have this,” I said before placing

the plate on his table. I was about to return to my table when he

suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, causing me to

fall on his lap.

“You think this plate of sushi is enough to make up for pis sing me off?”

he asked with his deep and baritone voice.

I gulped upon seeing the pure light glimmering from his eyes. “You pis

sed me off first,” I argued, pouting my lips, hoping that was enough to

bring me out of this danger.

“Since we already established that we indeed pis sed off each other,

don't you think it's about time to make amends?” He asked as his

fingers were slowly tracing my skin, from my arm all the way up to my

shoulders, before finally settling on top of my exposed cleavage.

“What do you suggest?” I asked with deep breaths, as his fingers

against my skin were sending electric jolts throughout my b*dy.

“There's only one thing in my head right now. And that's makeup s3x,”

he murmured as he brushed his lips along my jawline.

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“H-Here?” I asked nervously.

My breath hitched as he affirmed, “Yes,” his warm breath sending

shivers down my spine. His trail of k*sses continued, a tantalizing

journey down my neck, igniting a delicious ache of anticipation within

me. His reassuring words were, “Don’t worry. No one would dare come

inside my office without my permission,” resonated in the intimate

space we shared.

That promise was all I needed-a fragile yet sturdy thread weaving

through the fabric of desire, tethering me to the moment. I surrendered

to the pleasure that his k*sses conjured, each one leaving an indelible

mark on my very being. The air within-his office cra ckled with the

charged energy of an unspoken agreement, a sanctuary where only our

intertwined destinies mattered.

His lips continued their descent, planting gentle k*sses along the

contours of my neck and tracing a path down the inviting valley of my

breast. Simultaneously, his other hand embarked on a journey, gliding

down the curves of my thighs with a possessive yet tender touch. Every

touch was deliberate, an exploration fueled by an unspoken

understanding of longing.

“I hate when you wear jeans.” His whispered confession reached my

ears, punctuated by the softness of his k*sses. “I don't have easy

access to this, he murmured, his hand now resting between my legs.

I let out a gasp as his fingers moved through my jeans and found the

most private parts. of me. The thick fabric couldn't stop his determined

touch; his fingers started a rhythm that made my b*dy feel intense.

My

moans filled the small room, mixing with quiet wishes. Every feeling

became stronger, together with the fear of getting caught or being

heard by the innocent people outside his office.

He didn't need words; what he did said everything. His touch showed a

strong feeling, a closeness that didn't need talking. In that hidden office

moment, it felt like time stopped and the world outside didn't matter.

As our feelings mixed, the office changed into a place of strong passion

and shared feelings. In the middle of our secret connection, pleasure

became a way to talk, and every touch, every k*ss, turned into a part of

a love story made in the quiet of that

moment.

Lost in the waves of pleasure and intimacy, I didn’t notice when he

started removing our clothes. Each piece fell to the ground until we

were fully n*ked. I was ready for him to take me, but it seems like he

had other things in mind. I was surprised when he suddenly lifted my

b*dy and placed me on top of his table. He doesn't care, even if my

b*dy crushed the food that was just over his table. He placed me on his

table as if I were

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the one who's going to be his meal.

To my surprise, he effortlessly lifted my b*dy, placing me atop his table.

The discarded clothing and remnants of a forgotten meal crinkled

beneath us, but he seemed unfazed, as if I were the delectable offering

spread before him.

As I leaned against the table, Sebastian, with a deliberate ease, pulled

a chair and positioned himself between my legs. It felt as though I were

a tantalizing feast, offered in front of him. Time hung in suspense as

anticipation crac kled in the air. He looks like

hungry wolf, ready to enjoy his meal.

With an unbridled hunger, Sebastian wasted no time. His tongue, warm

and voracious, traced a path across my most intimate part, igniting a

storm of sensations within me. He put my legs over his shoulder so he

could lick me properly.

The world outside that intimate space faded away, replaced by the

symphony of our shared desires. My moans harmonized with the

rhythmic dance of his tongue, creating a melody that resonated in the

confined quarters of his office. Every stroke, every flicker of his tongue,

intensified the tempest within me.

As Sebastian continued his feast, I surrendered to the storm, losing

myself in the tidal waves of pleasure that surged through my being. I

keep on turning my head from side to side, trying to find comfort as the

waves of pleasure hit me rampantly. It didn't take long before I found

myself holding his hair tightly as I shamelessly grinded my hips. against

his mouth, trying to find

my release.

As if attuned to the crescendo of my desire, he sensed the yearning for

heightened pleasure. With a deliberate motion, he slid his fingers into

the depths of my being.

A symphony of ecstasy erupted as I couldn't

unrestrained cry, embarked on a rhythmic dance, thrusting in and out of

my core, unleashing a torrent of sensations that cascaded through

every fiber of my being. Waves of pleasure surged, painting my world in

hues of unending bliss.

“Ooohhh...fck!" His finge, Ontain the pleasure, releasing an

Driven by an insatiable need for more, I found myself pleading, “Oohh,

yes! Lick me more, please...faster!” My words hung in the air, laden

with urgency and desire, as if each syllable carried the weight of an

unspoken craving.

In that intimate dance, he transformed into a willing serv ant of

pleasure, attuned to my every whim. As a commanding force, I directed

him with fervor. “Faster,” I urged, and he, like a devoted sla ve to

desire, complied with unwavering obedience.

The room became a sanctuary of shared passion, a realm where

inhibitions were discarded and the boundaries of pleasure were

explored without restraint. His fingers became instruments of bliss,

conducting a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the confines of his

office, a private concert of our intimate desires.

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In the dance of pleasure, time seemed to lose its grip, and every thrust

of his fingers etched a stanza in the poetry of our shared longing. Each

plea and each response sculpted an intimate narrative, a tale of two

souls seeking solace and ecstasy within the sacred confines of desire.

And just like any poem, it all comes to an end. I can already feel the

sweet tingling sensation building on top of my belly, a clear indication

that I'm about to reach the peak of my ergasm.

It was like he knew exactly what to do. He gave my sensitive spot one

more quick touch with his tongue and pushed his finger in deep.

Everything just blended together in a way that made an amazing feeling

rush through my whole b*dy..

At that moment, nothing else mattered. The incredible pleasure took

over everything. His clever tongue and the way he used his finger

worked together like experts, creating a beautiful song of feelings that

went through my whole b*dy. It felt like every part of me was part of this

amazing experience.

I was catching my breath as my b*dy slowly descended from that mind-

blowing Or gasm. But it seems like Sebastian has other things in mind.

I haven't even fully recovered, and my mind is still hazy from when he

stood up and positioned himself in between my legs. He was planning

to take me to that very same table.

“*Oooohhh...fck! You're so tight!” He exclaimed, his words a mix of

surprise and satisfaction as he gradually inserted his substantial

member into me.

Even after experiencing pleasure just moments ago, I couldn't resist the

overwhelming sensations that took hold of me once more. Moans and

screams of ecstasy escaped my lips as he began to vigorously thrust

his sizable c ock into my core. Each powerful movement sent waves of

pleasure through me, intensifying the intimate connection we shared in

that passionate moment.

Lost in the whirlwind of sensations, I surrendered to the rhythm of his

powerful thrusts. The air cra ckled with the symphony of our shared

pleasure, each movement. building upon the last, creating a crescendo

of ecstasy that echoed within the walls of his intimate office.

With each primal thrust, a fusion of pleasure and vulnerability unfolded.

Our shared breaths became a rhythmic melody, syncing with the

intoxicating cadence of our entangled bodies. The boundaries between

us blurred, and in that shared abandon, we discovered a profound

connection that transcended the physical act.

““Aaaahhh...yes, I'm cvmming!” Sebastian whispered against my ear as

he continued to thrust inside me vigorously.

It didn't take long before our bodies exploded with pleasure as we

reached the peak of

happiness.

our

As the intensity reached its zenith, a shared release painted the canvas

of our passion,

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leaving us both breathless and satiated. In the aftermath, the room held

the remnants of our shared ecstasy, a testament to the unspoken

language of desire that had unfolded within its sacred confines.

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