Mag-log inHis hands returned to my thighs and ass, rubbing and squeezing as I rode him lazily. Every small shift sent pleasure radiating through me. Adrian’s head fell back against the couch, eyes half-lidded in bliss. “This is how I like it,” he murmured. “I thought you loved it fast ?” I responded as I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I continued the slow, deep grind. My breasts pressed against him through my thin top. He slipped a hand under my shirt to cup one, thumb teasing the nipple. The dual sensations, his cock stretching me and his hands everywhere, built the tension higher.We stayed locked together like that, slow-fucking, His hands never stopped rubbing my thighs, my ass, pulling me down harder on each downward motion. Our breaths mingled, quiet moans hidden by the film’s audio. I was still straddling Adrian’s lap, his thick cock buried deep inside me, my walls clenching around him with every subtle rock of my hips. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, guiding my mov
I turned my head to look at him, our faces close in the flickering light. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with arousal despite the casual way he was still pretending to watch the movie. “You’re insatiable,” I teased lightly, but my voice came out breathier than intended as his fingers dipped bolder under my skirt, rubbing directly over my clothed pussy now. The friction made me twitch, my body responding even as my mind was trying to adjust. He grinned that dark, knowing smile, the same one he wore when he had me on my knees or bent over the couch. “Only for you, babe.” His hand pressed more firmly, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my clit through the thin panties.The fabric grew damp quickly under his touch. With his other arm still around me, he pulled me tighter against his side, letting me feel the full heat of his hard cock pressing against my hip. He slipped a finger under the edge of my panties, finding me already slick and warm. A low groan escaped him as he felt
“I just placed an order. They should be here in ten minutes,” Adrian said. Before I could respond, he gently pushed my head toward him until it rested against his chest.I stiffened for only a second before forcing myself to relax. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoed faintly against my ear. He suspects nothing, and that was what made this so difficult.The movie previews played quietly in the background. Ten minutes into the movie, as the protagonist was navigating some high-stakes chase scene with explosions lighting up the screen, Adrian’s hand began moving. It started innocently enough, his palm resting on my thigh just above the knee, warm through the thin fabric of my lounge shorts. But it didn’t stay still. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers started rubbing my lap, tracing lazy circles that gradually widened, venturing higher up my thigh with each pass. The pressure was light at first, almost absentminded, but I knew better. This was Adrian. Anytime we got really, really
Still breathing in the serene scent drifting from the candles, I sat quietly as the soft music played in the background. “Come a little closer,” Adrian said. Before I could respond, his hands found my waist once again, gently pulling me toward him. I let out a small sigh and allowed him to guide me closer. The warmth from his body contrasted with the coolness of the wine glass resting on the table. Adrian brushed my hair away from my face. A few strands had fallen forward earlier, and he carefully tucked them behind my ear. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against my cheek. I forced myself not to flinch. Not because the gesture was unwelcome. But because my mind was elsewhere. His thumb brushed lightly against my hand. “You haven’t relaxed all evening.” I laughed softly “Maybe because I spent all day packing my life into boxes.” “Your life?” Adrian repeated, sounding slightly amused. There was a hint of surprise in his voice. As though he couldn’t understand why
“When all this is over, we should go on another vacation,” Adrian said. I forced a smile. Vacation. The word immediately brought back memories of the last one. And I also remembered I needed to take him to the address the blackmailer had sent to me on the strange device. Nothing about that trip felt relaxing anymore. “I think I forgot something at my house,” I said casually. “Will you come along to help carry it? It wasn’t inside the truck that came to offload.” Adrian barely reacted. “We’ll do that later.” I tried not to look disappointed. “I haven’t had indoor time with you in a while,” he added. Immediately, I frowned slightly. I wasn’t in the mood for sex , or any of that.Not after being asked to lure him somewhere tonight. My brain was already overloaded. Adrian seemed oblivious to my thoughts. He gently shifted me off his lap. My feet touched the floor and I settled onto the couch. “I wanted to call Clara to join us,” he continued. “But for some odd reason, she said she
“Ready to see what I got you?” he asked. We were now seated in his living room. I sat on his lap while he reached into a leather bag resting beside the couch. His hands disappeared inside for a few moments before he pulled out a large brown envelope. He held it up proudly. “Here you go.” I frowned. “A document?” I said taking it out of his hands. “A copy of a document.” he responded, Puzzled, I took it from him. “A document of what?” His smile widened. “Open it.” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “You look way too excited.” “Just open it.” he pressed . Carefully, I slid the papers from the envelope. The first thing I noticed was the Aurex Media letterhead. My curiosity immediately intensified. Then I looked lower. My name. My eyes widened. I began reading. Dear Emma, You are hereby offered shares in Aurex Media… For a moment, I genuinely thought I was reading it wrong. I blinked. Then read it again. And again. My heart skipped. “What?!” I said as I shot up from Adrian’s la
His hands moved with purpose as he shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. The expensive fabric pooled at his feet while he loosened his tie with a sharp tug, then started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the faint trail of dark hair l
His hands were still lingering on my body when I shifted away slightly, creating a small but deliberate distance between us on the bed. The cool air rushed in where his warmth had been, making my skin prickle. “..c’mon babe, I said I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice softer. Adrian paused, then p
“You’re not losing me…” I responded quietly.And honestly, Adrian could be very dramatic about me sometimes.Even before all this chaos started, he always reacted intensely whenever he felt me pulling away emotionally. One unanswered call could make him restless. One cold response and suddenly he a
He stepped a little closer to the desk, not fully invading my space, but enough that I could feel the shift in the air between us. “I don’t need you to keep apologizing and disappearing,” he added, more controlled now. “I just… need to know you’re okay.” That last part hung in the air longer than







