radicalducati CHAPTER 84. A NEW JOB
CHAPTER 84. A NEW JOB
I am glad he thought it wise to cover his hypnotizing sinful body before I disregard brought me here and jump on him. I should keep my desires in check, honestly. I being too hard on him. Why can’t I refrain myself when it comes to him? It seems I am under his spell, and breaking out of it seems like the hardest thing I have faced. Probably because I don’t even want to break free from it. Sigh!
As I wait for him to return, I amble to the kitchen, serve myself a glass of lemonade, shuffle back to unwind on the couch. This house serves as my second home, just mine serves as a second home to him. We visit each other, with or without notice.
That is how free we have become, and my feelings for him are growing intense day day. Honestly, I am not certain if what I am about to request is a wise idea, but I willing to risk it. What can ever go wrong anyway?
"So, are you okay?" Damian asks, dropping beside me.
I nod my head and place my glass of lemonade on the table. Well, he is still as hot as , and the image of him earlier can't seem to leave my dirty brains.
"You wouldn't be looking like this if you were okay, Ellie. What's up?" He queries, in a figure-four posture and pulling me to his chest, raising my chin to give a small peck, which I don't object to. "You can tell me anything," he says, looking my eyes.
I know I can tell him and ask him anything. I stretch my hands on his shoulder and my head up to him as he plops his head to gawk at me. "I wanted to ask if your is still up," I mumble.
He glares at me for a while, his eyes darting into mine as if not inferring what I . "I have made a lot of offers. Which one are you precisely asking about?" He .
Yeah, yeah! I know. Him and offers, huh! He never runs out of them. "The one about . I want to work for you."
He lifts an eyebrow. That beautiful curve above his eye. "What happens to the coffee ?" He queries, concealing me with both his arms and feeding me his warmth.
"I will do both. Grace can manage it for me, and I will be there on weekends to the progress,” I elucidate. That is the best plan I could cook in my head as I here. And I think that can work really well. Grace is competent enough. He the work well and seriously, perhaps even better than I have been handling it.
I can trust her.
"Okay." He mumbles and keeps quiet, browsing my face.
Huh! What now?
"So, do I still have a chance to work for you?" I query after moments of pure silence.
He looks away for a minute, then turns to look at me again before speaking. "I have waiting for that chance for far too long," he says, rubbing my shoulders, and my throbs with ecstasy.
Damian and Ellie are partners. Darn! That thrill, huh! This would be the best working I will ever have in life. "Is that a yes?" I query, my lips curving up to a for the first time today.
"Mmh. Why don't you drop your resume off at my office tomorrow? We will go it and find a suitable slot for you. How is that?" He asks.
"Fantastic. What time?" I query.
"At ten. After we go through the resume, I can show you around," he explains.
"Mmh. Wouldn't it be best to wait until I pass the interview before I familiarize with the place?" I query.
He grins broadly, putting his bewitching dimples on display. "I don't think so, and as boss-to-be, I decide when the right moment is for everything."
Huh! I see. I see. I can visualize the fun already.
I pull away and stand up, saluting him playfully. "As you say, boss."
That earned me a full-mouthed, admirable grin.
At this moment, as he springs up, there is palpable electricity in the air—a magnetic drawing us closer together. His movements are confident yet gentle, as if every is a dance choreographed solely for the two of us, or maybe it indeed is. And he pulls me into his embrace, enveloping us together as if to fuse us to become , and time seems to slow down, the world fading away until there is nothing left the heat of his body against mine, the soft rhythm of our breaths intertwining.
Then he leans in and in and in, suggesting enough. And our lips meet, crashing in desire in a slow-burn kiss. We lose ourselves in the moment. It is as if the entire holds its breath, a symphony of sensations flooding our senses. The warmth his touch sends shivers cascading down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me threatens to consume every inch of my being. Each passing moment feels like an , yet somehow, it is never enough.
His lips move against mine with a tender urgency, a silent plea for more, and I can't but respond with equal thirsts in kind, losing myself in the intoxicating blend of and desire. If only I could, I would halt time here, right at this particular , and live like this forever. In his embrace like this forever. Kissing him deep, , and sweet like this. Dancing to the tune of our heart desires like this. Savoring mind-boggling feeling forever.
In this embrace, in the way he holds me so tightly against him, there is a sense of that transcends words. It is as if our souls are entwined, bound together by unbreakable bond that defies logic and reason. Every touch, every caress, and single gesture speak volumes, whispering the secrets of a love that is as deep as ocean and as boundless as the sky.