My Ex-Fiancé's Regret

Genevieve's pov

 It was Friday, precisely 3:30 p.m., I walked into Alex’s office while he was busy typing on his laptop. The sound of my knock broke through the quiet hum of the room.

 “Come in,” he said, his eyes still glued to the screen. I stepped inside and gently closed the door behind me.

 “Still working?” I asked with a small smile, my voice teasing. He finally looked up, his face lighting up as he saw me.

 “Yeah, trying to wrap up this report,” he replied. “But I’m glad you’re here.” I walked over and sat on the visitor’s chair across from him, unable to take my eyes off the effortlessly charming man in front of me. He looked so… perfect.

 “You know I’ve told you not to sit there,” Alex said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Come here!”

 “Someone might walk in,” I whispered nervously, glancing at the closed door.

 “That’s my problem to handle,” he said with a smirk, gesturing toward himself. “Come to big daddy.”

 I felt my cheeks heat up at his words, but I couldn’t help the small smile that spread across my lips. Slowly, I stood up and walked over to him. He pulled me onto his lap without hesitation, his hands immediately cupping my face. His lips met mine in a kiss that was soft, passionate, and utterly intoxicating. I wanted it to last forever, but I broke away, my nerves getting the better of me.

 “Someone might walk in,” I murmured with a low voice.

 “So?” he said, his lips curving into a playful grin.

 “Are you that shy of me?” he teased.

 “No, baby,” I replied quickly, shaking my head. “I just don’t want problems. Every woman in this building has eyes for you, and I don’t need my name dragged into their rumors."

 Alex’s smile deepened at my words and then a soft chuckle escaped Alex’s lips as he looked at me. “Since when did you start caring about people’s opinions?” he teased, his voice low and teasing as his fingers moved to untuck my shirt from my skirt. Before I could answer, I felt his hand slip under my shirt, moving upward toward my chest.

 “I don’t,” I replied quickly, trying to stay composed. “I just don’t like attention.”

He smirked again, his hand pausing for a moment. “You don’t like attention, and yet you’re in love with Alex Woods? How interesting.”

 “Don’t throw that in my face,” I said with a soft laugh, but it was quickly interrupted by a quiet moan as his hand brushed against me.

 “Easy,” I managed to whisper, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I tried to steady my breathing, but it wasn’t working.

“You don’t like this?” he asked, applying just a little more pressure, his touch igniting something I couldn’t ignore.

 “I do,” I admitted softly, my face burning. “It’s just… My boobs have been so sore lately. Any movement on my nipples just… gets to my head.”

Alex didn’t respond with words. Instead, he gently raised my shirt, pulled down my bra, and without delay, latched onto my left nipple while his other hand fondled the right. The sensation was overwhelming, soft and warm, and yet so intense. He sucked like a man who couldn’t get enough, and a soft moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

 “Alex!” I breathed out, barely able to keep my voice in check. My hands found their way to his head, holding him there, guiding him as if I couldn’t bear for him to stop. The painful pleasure was intoxicating, and as much as I hated admitting it, I wanted more.

 “Fuck, yes,” I whispered under my breath, my body responding to every touch, every movement.

 “Genevieve,” he murmured, spreading my legs just slightly, the position on his lap making it impossible for me to resist.

Alex’s low voice sent a thrilling chill down my spine. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin.

 “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible.

 “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on.

 “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. All I could do was nod, too consumed by the sensation to speak. Before I could process the intensity, he slid two fingers inside me. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm.

 “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.”

 “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself.

 “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge.

 “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped.

 “Why?” he asked, his voice dripping with dominance.

 “I… oh fuck… yes,” I stuttered, my mind hazy with pleasure.

 “Talk,” he demanded, his tone firm.

 “I want your dick in me,” I finally admitted, my voice trembling.

 “Beg for it,” he said, his fingers still driving me wild.

 “Please, baby,” I whimpered.

 “Please what?” he growled.

 “I want your huge fat cock in me!” I cried out, no longer able to hold back.

A wicked smile spread across his face. “You’re gonna get what you want, bitch,” he said, his words rough but filled with lust. He slapped my pussy lightly, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me before guiding me to stand.

Alex stood as well, bending me over his desk. He pushed my skirt up, unbuckled his pants, and lowered his briefs. With a firm pat on my legs, he positioned himself, slapped my ass, and then slowly entered me from behind.

 “Hmmm, yes, baby!” I moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he thrust into me. He started slow, but it didn’t take long before his pace became rough and relentless. The desk creaked under the pressure, but I didn’t care. Every movement pushed me closer to the edge until we both came, my body trembling as he emptied himself inside me.

 “Love you,” he whispered in my ear, his voice soft and tender, a stark contrast to the heat of what had just happened.

Blushing, I made my way to the adjoining bathroom in his office on shaky legs. I cleaned up, adjusted my clothes and hair, and stepped out, my heart still racing. Instead of returning to the visitor’s chair, I went straight back to Alex’s lap. He wrapped his arms around me without hesitation, pulling me close.

 “I want to show you something,” he said, his voice warm. Before I could ask what, it was, he leaned forward, opened his desk drawer, and pulled out a small square-shaped box.

My throat went dry, and my heart pounded in my chest as realization dawned on me.

 “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” he began, his eyes locking with mine. “But I was waiting for the right time. I can’t imagine you existing in this world and not being mine. It made me realize I had to act fast because I’d be so damn jealous if another man took you away from me.”

He opened the box to reveal a stunning ring, and I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes.

 “Will you marry me?” he asked.