ROBERT . .I felt my heart hammering against my chest as the memories of all our past encounter flooded into my mind. I felt my breath suddenly catching at the back of my throat. As if sensing the tension, Bryan opened his mouth, but then closed it. The room seemed to shrink around us, trapping us in the gravity of our desires. I didn't even realize how much I craved having his cock inside of me. God! how could one overcome their wildest fantasies? Especially when that fantasy was staring at you like you're their favorite meal.Bryan stepped closer. He was just a breath away from me, and I was very conscious of that. His eyes moved down to my slightly quivering lips, before returning to my eyes which have become painfully moist with desire. “Bryan...” I whispered, my voice both a warning and a plea. A plea for him to deny me that pleasure I so badly craved. “Tell me to stop,” He said softly. He was so close now that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my face. But No.
ROBERT....I came down the stairs, making barely audible noise. It wasn't like I was trying to sneak away from my own house. It was just that I had an unsettling feeling that Isla wouldn't be glad about my meeting with Bryan. As I rounded the stairs, my eyes settled on her frame. She sat curled up on the couch, her eyes lifted to meet mine the moment I entered. The way she looked at me made me pause. It was a curious gaze. I hadn’t told her about the dinner with Bryan and his associates tonight. Not yet.Her gaze drifted over my dark suit, her eyes lingering more on my chest, on the part where I had undone the buttons that were supposed to cover the flesh on that area. I just wanted to beat the heat. "You’re going out?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant like she ought not to ask.I nodded, trying to steady my own voice. "Yeah, just a small dinner with a friend. Business stuff."Somehow I felt there wasn't any need to bring up Bryan.She gave a small smile, but I caught the subt
ROBERTThe restaurant buzzed with the quiet hum of morning conversations, the clink of cutlery against plates, and the soft strains of classical music playing in the background. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floors and the crisp white tablecloths. It suited my taste well enough. Bryan sat across from me, his perfectly tailored suit impeccable as always. He sipped his espresso, his eyes scanning the menu with that ease—like someone that felt comfortable in their skin. I stirred my coffee, the aroma rich and comforting. "When are you heading back to Greece?" I asked, keeping my tone casual.Bryan looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Why do you ask? Are you trying to get rid of me?"I chuckled, taking a sip of my coffee. "Just curious. You've been here for a while."He leaned back in his chair, studying me. "Is this about Isla?"I paused, the question catching me off guard. "What makes you say that?"Bryan shrugged, a
ISLAThe conference room emptied slowly, the murmur of voices fading as the exquisitely dressed attendees filed out. I gathered my notes, the weight of the meeting still pressing on my shoulders. The condescending manner in which Mia had regarded me, and how everyone in the room had took notice of me, gnawed furiously at my stomach. I wouldn't forgive her for that.As I stepped into the hallway, the cool air offered a brief consolation. I leaned against the wall, waiting for Robert, while causally flipping through the minutes I had just taken down. Suddenly a familiar scent of expensive perfume filled my nose. I knew who it was. I could recognize that signature smell that always seemed to be all over me. "Isla," Mia's voice rang into my ears.I looked up, meeting her gaze. She always wore that cocky triumphant smile, like she was auditioning for some dental care products. "Yes." I sounded even more irritated that I thought I was.She stepped closer, her heels clicking ominously aga
Soon, Isla and I were on my bed cudddled up naked in each other's arm. I buried my nose into her hair, inhaling the sweet mild citrus fragrance on her well shampooed hair. "This is the first time we spend the night together," her voice slurred out, carrying on a drowsy note. "Is it?" I arched my brows up. "I think it's the second time." I trailed kisses on her cheeks, and down to her neck. She moaned out in exhaustion. "Robert." The way she said my name, barely above a whisper, melted something deep inside me. It wasn't full of desire—it was something else entirely. Something that felt so genuine. I pulled her closer, tightening my arms around her as if to claim her, and let her know she belonged to just me. "You okay?" I murmured into her hair, brushing a gentle kiss against her temple. She nodded slowly, her fingers drawing idle patterns across my chest. "I think I’m just... tired. But a good kind of tired." I chuckled softly. "The kind that makes you feel alive?" "Exac
ISLAI tossed my head backwards, yelling out a moan. It only gave Robert the cue to quicken his pace, my climax was getting near. His hand kept fondling my breast, he snatched one nipple in between two of his fingers. "Roberrrtt," I cried out pleadingly. I wanted relief, but I wasn't certain I would be getting it from this man any time soon. He gave me more torturous strokes that left me gasping for air. His hands grabbed my waist and he held me upright, spun me around and carried me in his front, wrapping my legs around his waist. My fingers tangled in his sleek wet hair. He inserted his cock into my pussy, causing a moan to escape my lips. My body shook from the feeling of pleasure. He started the deep thrusts, hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst in my head. I leaned closer against him, my lips uttering all sorts of pleasurable moan. He regained his control, his pace quickening, his thrust becoming more harder and much more demanding. The slapping sound of his cock s