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Chapter 37

"On your knees, Carl," he  said, and it wasn't a suggestion.

He looked powerful and commanding in his suit and I felt drawn to his control. My knees hit the floor almost on their own. I didn't know what I was doing, but the way he looked at me made it impossible to refuse.

A noticeable bulge was visible through his pants. I looked up and met his piercing gaze as he nodded encouragingly.

I licked my lips then I began to unzip his slacks. My fingers slipped inside, encountering the firm pressure of his arousal against his underwear. A ragged breath escaped him as my fingers brushed against him. I lowered the waistband of his boxers, exposing him fully. It was the closest I've ever seen him.

He was thick, hard, and intimidating in every way. An unfamiliar excitement surged through me. Holding him felt both exhilarating and strangely submissive. My hands closed around him, his skin hot against mine. The image was jarring. Richard, the polished executive, now reduced to this primal state.

"Suck," he commanded, his voice low and urgent.

I opened my mouth, welcoming him inside. The taste of his precum was immediate and intense.

His hand clamped down on my head, his fingers digging into my hair. I tried to take him deeper, eliciting a low grunt of approval from him as his grip tightened. He began to thrust, his movements eager and demanding.

Fuck. This was obscene. It was my first time doing this, yet... I found myself strangely drawn to it. His moans, the way his hand tightened around my head, the way his hips bucked – it felt like he needed me, depended on me.

I wanted more, wanted to push him further, to see him lose control. I was on a high, a dangerous, exhilarating high. His fingers threaded through my hair, not forceful but comforting, as if silently reassuring me that I was in control.

I tried to take him deeper, but he was just so big. My movements were clumsy and sloppy but I was determined to please him. The sound of his low, ragged breaths filled the air, and when I glanced up, the intensity in his darkened eyes encouraged me to keep going.

The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of my efforts, accompanied by his stifled moans that strangely excited me further.

"That's it, Carl," he muttered, his voice rough with pleasure. "Keep going."

Hearing the raw edge in his voice, knowing I was the one driving him wild, gave me an unexpected sense of satisfaction. I wasn't good at this—not yet—but the way he groaned my name made me want to be. Determined, I tried to take him deeper, my hands steadying myself on his thighs. The guttural, animalistic sounds he made stirred something inside me, and I couldn't deny how much it turned me on.

He shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips as he came inside my mouth. I didn't pull away, swallowing instinctively. My cheeks burned as I met his gaze, his eyes hooded with satisfaction as he regained his breath.

Without hesitation, he pulled me to my feet , kissing me hard. His hands cradling my face like I was something precious. His mouth tasted like him. Something deliciously forbidden.

"Now let's take care of you," he murmured, leading me to the bed.

I didn't even realize I was touching myself while pleasuring him. He wrapped his hands around me and god it felt good. His rough yet gentle hands felt perfect. I couldn't help but squirm under his touch, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"For someone who's usually so careful, are you trying to wake the entire household?" he scolded, as he quickly covered my mouth with his other hand.

I must have been making a sound. I licked his palm as a defiant gesture and I heard him curse under his breath.

I came quickly, gasping for air as waves of intensity rolled through me. I felt exposed and filthy but I couldn't bring myself to care.  He whispered soft words against my temple, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. I clung to him, desperate for the warmth of his body, inhaling the intoxicating mix of cologne and something uniquely him. I was a mess—a complete wreck—and yet, I couldn't deny it. I was becoming dangerously addicted to him.

"Richard..." I began, my voice trembling. I didn't know how to put into words the confusion, the fear, and the magnetic pull I feel whenever he was near.

He tilted his head, his gaze steady as he looked down at me, waiting. But I had nothing. No clever remarks, no excuses. Just this... unspoken feeling of things falling apart. Still, I pushed it aside and closed my eyes.

The intimacy was raw, new, and overwhelming. Exhausted, we lay tangled together on my bed. I had never felt so utterly spent, so completely consumed. The last thing I heard before drifting off was Richard's soft "Goodnight."

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I woke up to Misty's paw smacking my face. Blinking groggily, I realized I'd just had the most satisfying sleep of my life. My body felt weightless, my mind clear in a way I couldn't remember feeling in years. Richard's warmth pressed against my back, his arm slung around me in a loose embrace. It felt... right. Like the perfect ending to one of those cheesy romantic movies.

I closed my eyes again, wanting to savor the moment a little longer. But Misty had other plans, pawing at me insistently. That's when the realization hit me. I overslept.

I began to panic. I bolted upright and glanced at the clock. Damn it. I was definitely late.

"Richard!" I hissed, slapping his arm. He woke up startled, blinking sleepily at me with that annoyingly handsome, tousled look that should've been illegal this early in the day.

"You need to leave!" I whispered urgently, practically shoving him off the bed.

He groaned, clearly not in the same rush I was. As he sat up, I noticed he was wearing my pants. It was definitely not made for his larger frame. They clung to him in ways I couldn't help but notice, and my loose sleepwear now looked downright scandalous on him. My shirt was crumpled on the bedside table, and judging by its untouched state, he must've given up trying to squeeze into it and opted to stay topless.

"Richard," I hissed again, my voice sharper this time. "Get dressed and get out before someone sees you."

Still half-asleep, he grumbled but complied, at a pace that made me want to scream. I quickly gathered his scattered belongings, shoving them into his arms as he tried to piece together his outfit. Peeking out into the hallway, I scanned for any signs of life. The coast was clear... for now.

"Go," I urged, practically dragging him to the door.

He barely made it a step into the hallway when Evelyn's voice cut through the morning stillness. "Good morning, Richard."

Shit.

I froze, my heart dropping to the floor. Richard, however, didn't give any damn. He turned to her with his trademark grin, completely unfazed. "Morning, Evelyn."

The casualness in his voice almost made me believe he wasn't sneaking out of my room in those too-tight pants with no shirt on. Meanwhile, I was ready to die on the spot.

Evelyn's gaze lingered for a moment, and I could've sworn I saw the corners of her mouth twitch in amusement. But to my immense relief, she said nothing more and disappeared down the hallway.

As soon as the coast was clear, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, my heart still racing. The sheets on my bed were a mess, still warm from where Richard had been. I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh, scream, or crawl back under the covers and pretend none of this had happened.

It's all my fault. I let my guard down and gave in to my desires. Now the secret we swore to protect isn't a secret anymore.