Part 11

He took a deep breath in through his nose and threw the paper on the floor. Mia watched as the crushed receipt fell on the ground. Before she could voice out against it, Damon was cornering her. Within a minute, she was pressed against the wall and his body.

A shiver ran down her spine as his cold breath fanned her face. Mia wanted to scream. This was not happening again! But for some reason, she couldn't do anything but watch his eyes. His hand came towards her cheek, and she inhaled sharply, anticipating his touch.

"Tell me if you don't want this" He whispered.

She stayed quiet. Mia arched into his touch, letting him cradle her cheek. Her boss leaned forward and slammed their lips together. She whimpered softly as Damon bit down on her bottom lip, their kiss growing deeper and more overwhelming. Mia was unbelievably aware of everything: the rush of her heart almost deafening in her mind, the heat emanating from his body and the warmth of their lips sliding together. He tasted like the barest hints of coffee and mint.

Mia felt like she's drugged, mind spinning in blissful circles and veins burning with lust and adrenaline. Her body was running on pure instinct as his hands skirted down her, his fingers finally settling in the dip of her waist. Their desperate kisses gradually turned into unhurried brushes of lips and slides of tongues.

Pulling back, the CEO immediately buried his face into her neck, pressing a greeting kiss to the nape. It instantly soothed the small trembles that had been overtaking her body. The kiss soon turns into him, sucking a hickey onto the delicate skin, big and bold.

Her boss slowly slid his fingers under the material of her shirt, groping at her tummy unabashedly while sucking a path of bruises down her neck. She whimpered, turning her head to muffle the sounds.

Grunting, Damon curled a hand into her hair and pulled back, savouring the startled yelp she let out and the exposed line of her throat. He took the opportunity to bite down on her pulse, feeling her heart rate spike beneath his lips before licking a stripe over it to soothe the sting.

"Beg me to make you come, Mia."

She scoffed. "In your dreams, maybe."

He brushed his thumb against her lips. "One day, I am going to punish your mouth."

Mia trembled under his touch, the promise making her lips slack. Did that mean they are going to do it again? She tried not to focus on that thought. Maybe it's just something her boss said in a fit of passion.

"Be glad I'm feeling generous today."

She was about to roll her eyes when he sucked a bruise into her neck, and even though she still had few hours in the office, Mia could not care less. It just felt euphoric every time Damon bit and sucked and licks, all across her aching skin.

"You're so responsive, kitten."

"Shut up."

Mia pulled back and wasted no time in sliding down his body until she's hovering over her boss pants. They need to come off. Now. Sliding the trousers down to the floor, she positioned her head over his cock, staring hungrily at the outline through the pants.

"Think you can take it," Damon smugly asked.

She wickedly smirked in return, "I've had bigger."

His mouth dropped open, eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly recovered and lifted her off the ground. "Okay then let me taste you first."

He quietly kissed along her neck, each one quicker and messier than the other. Damon's fingers blindly reached for the button holes at the front of her shirt, wiggling and prodding until all of them were loose. Just like that, the material slipped off her shoulders, exposing her honeyed skin.

The CEO made a noise as her nipples were on display, rubbing up against the sheer material, and hardening beneath it. Goosebumps prickled her skin at his intense gaze.

Damon latched his mouth onto her chest, and he tongued messily over the material. His palms gripped her wiggling hips as he bit a nipple over the sheer polka dots bra and soothed the burning, itching, sensation. Mia hissed as he blew against it.

Her boss lifted her thigh and secured it around his hip. She squealed, suddenly swept off her feet and into his arms. Digging her nails into his shoulder, Mia held on to the CEO.

He turned and laid her flat on her back. Damon's fingers thread through her hair as he kissed down her supple body. She felt his lips covering her torso in nibbles and kisses and sucked hard where he wanted to leave marks. Mia squirmed as he parted her legs and buried his nose in the crease of her groin. Her boss bit down carefully, breathlessly.

Mia yelped, her throat dry and eyes rolling back at the sudden movement.

Damon pulled away, but only long enough to smirk at her. Mia closed her legs back up, suddenly feeling shy at his intense gaze. Her boss watched with a bitten lip before bending down and moving to sprinkle kisses against her legs.

Mia moaned as his kisses inched higher. He pecked her inside the thighs and got a bit messy licking in between her inner thighs. She couldn't help but tighten her legs around his tongue. The sensation caused her to shiver.

"Please, sir..." She blinked the tears of frustration, not sure what she's begging for.

Damon lifted his head with a grin. That's exactly what he wanted from her.

"That's more like it, kitten," He encouraged.

Mia used her fingers to unbutton her pencil skirt, letting it glide down her smooth thighs. The CEO was standing right above her, selfishly took in the view before moving to do anything. She was aware of the image she might have created. Arching her back and begging to be touched while wearing the white lingerie which gleamed against her skin.

Her boss bent down and kissed her hip right before his fingers slid right over her mouth. Mia opened up and let him swirl his fingers inside, sucking at the tip teasingly. It was enough to make him groan. He retreated his fingers and pressed them right over her panties. The twenty five year old gasped loudly at the cold sensation, quickly followed behind with his fingers, rubbing the wet material between her folds. Desperately Mia rut against his fingers, hands clenched around the edges of the desk. It made her head spin.

She waited in anticipation as he bent down, blowing a cold breath against her skin. Her eyes clenched shut as her boss teasingly licked over the wet panties. It was torture. Mia desperately tugged against the ribbons that held the garment together. Anything to get his mouth on her skin.

Damon grunted at that and looked up. "Hold yourself open for me. Let me taste you, kitten."

His words were absolute filth, but she was enjoying every second of it. Not that she would say it out loud. Damon already had enough ego as it was.

Mia trailed her hands down to her thighs and spread her thighs open, the other holding her panties to the side. Her boss wasted no time becoming familiar with her sensitive, most private parts. Damon used his fingers to slide over her wet skin, lazily inching towards her hole before he slid in.

He kissed her clit, tongued it slowly, and then didn't stop licking her after that. Damon slicked up her hole with spit, making the glide of his tongue effortless. She was dripping, just as her boss started and he was not afraid to make a show of it. Her moans and whimpers filled the office room.

Damon rudely shoved his tongue in for more. His face was wet with it. His scruffy cheeks were sticky from it. The lace linen was absolutely ruined. None of that mattered as she cried out for more and thrust her pelvis against his jaw.

He flattened his tongue and allowed her to roll her hips, how she pleased. She swivelled them nice and slow, taking her sweet time riding back on his tongue before jerkily thrusting back and forth. Her abdomen clenched, and she could feel the tingling sensation all over her body.

"I-I'm going to come," Mia whimpered, her head thrown back.

As soon as those words rolled off her tongue, her boss stood up. He wiped his mouth with a glint in his eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" She cried, panting loudly.

"Thanks, that was fantastic." He simply said, rolling the sleeves of his shirt.

She stared at him with eyes wide. "You are so annoying!"

"You said that before," He murmured, looking more satisfied with the angry frustration in her eyes. How can he be so calm about it? Mia glared at him before pulling her skirt on and standing on her wobbly legs.

Frustration prickled at her skin.

"I can't believe you."

He simply shrugged. "I am just returning the favour, kitten."

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