Eleanor's POV
What happened years back flashed to my memory and I couldn't help but recall the intimate moment we shared.
He was too good for my body, I could never handle someone like him. If I'm to agree to his request, he will definitely torture me to death in bed.
In fact, accepting to be his woman would take everything I have.
That night, after having those drinks, it gave me the courage I needed to go home with him.
Of course, I wasn't brave enough to tell him it was my first. I just had to work hard to keep up with his pace and unending desire.
After going the first round, I wasn't nervous anymore. I couldn't deny the pleasure he gave me. I wanted more, more of him.
I felt that old yearning for him, the same I felt years ago, and my body relaxed beneath him.
I moved slightly, rocking my hips, feeling the hardness of his shaft.
His eyes were filled with desire and I relished the power it gave me.
The smallest movement from him made his body react.
He might be the boss when it
