sex-me boss.

After a quarter of an hour’s drive, they finally arrived in front of Olivia’s apartment building, and she was just anxious to get out of the car and get some fresh air, because things weren’t going well at all. She had to wait for Damon to get out before opening the door for her, since he had made it clear that he was a gentleman. When hers opened, she abruptly got out of the car and started straight away when Damon held her by the arm. He disagreed with her that she wanted to leave as if she were running away from him. When he turned her around, she collided with his chest and he imprisoned her by placing his hands on her hip, pinning his erection against her.

Deep down, she thought that if she worked directly for him, she’d be tendering her resignation after that evening, but luckily there was an intermediary between them.

-Did I suck so much during the evening that you wanted to leave like that, Olivia?

He was wrong to think he’d been such a loser, she thought, but she didn’t have the courage to admit it to him. She was the one who wanted to escape this tension between them to avoid committing the irreparable.

-I’m sorry, I just thought you should get home in time.

-I’m the one who came to see you at your flat, so do you think that if I really wanted to go home as you say, I wouldn’t have decided to do it myself?

She said nothing as she could see that her excuse hadn’t worked at all, preferring to keep her mouth shut until he decided on his own to set her free.

Instead of letting her go, Damon placed his forehead against hers. He was tempted by her lips, but fought against himself not to kiss her, since he didn’t know whether she was willing or not. He didn’t want to force her despite her desire.

-Have a nice Olivia.

She was disappointed when she heard that because she wanted him to kiss her, she wanted him to put his lips on hers even if it would cause trouble between them afterwards, but he’d held her back just to say good night, which didn’t suit her at all.

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Reluctantly, Damon released her and she left without looking back. He waited a few minutes to make sure she got to her apartment before leaving.

When Olivia turned on the lights in her apartment, she didn’t see anyone and figured the girls hadn’t shown up. At least this way, she wouldn’t have to explain her absence to them. She tossed her bag on the table and went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of ice-cold water, which might help to soothe the burning in her lower abdomen. When she had finished, she headed for her bedroom and when she turned on the light, she saw her friends in bed, fast asleep. And she who’d thought she wasn’t going to give them any explanations was dead. She needed a good shower, but since that would certainly wake them up, she decided to go back to the sofa in the living room and wait for the next day.

Damon had just arrived home and to say he didn’t have a full head of steam would be untrue. He’d just left her, yet he was still thinking about her. That girl was going to kill him one day. He needed a good cold shower and, above all, he needed to jerk off for a good part of the night because, despite the fact that he still had the numbers of her booty calls, none of them could make him forget Olivia the way he’d like, so it was best that he fend for himself.

Olivia had been lying in bed for a while and couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her boss’s face again, and it reminded her even more of the moment when he had licked her lips. She wished that moment could have lasted forever, but it didn’t. She even resented the fact that the orchestras had stopped playing. She was aware that if they hadn’t stopped, she’d be having sex with her boss, but she’d have preferred that situation to finding herself alone and regretting it.