(Mabel’s pov)
His fingers just kept working me, going deeper, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. How the hell did we even get here again? With him, I just…lost it. Every single time. I felt so overwhelmed, my head, light and spinning with how he was touching me. Like my brain was short-circuiting. "Hmmmm…." Another stupid moan tore out of me. Oh, God, no. All that talk about wanting him to leave, about Luke and lunch? And here I was, practically screaming that I wanted his head between my thighs. My resolve? Gone. Just utterly gone. Then, just like that, the pressure stopped. His fingers slid out, and the heat of his body pulled away, his mouth leaving my breast. It was so sudden, that hollow ache hit me instantly. I felt empty. My eyes flew open, blinking fast, desperate to see him, to get him to not stop, to just keep going. "Get on the couch," he ordeSteve watched me intently, urging me to talk.“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Steve.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.“We were just about to have sex, Mabel!” He raised his hands, exasperated. “Now you're going for lunch with another guy?”“Is that what this is about?” I scoffed. “Sex?”I should have known. He wasn't worried about me going to lunch with Luke. He was just annoyed we'd been interrupted.“You're not bothered that he interrupted us, Mabel?”Jerk. Asshole. Selfish prick.“No, Steve. I’m not bothered about it,” I stated calmly, my voice steady. “I already made up my mind last night.” I couldn’t and wouldn't, tumble into another chaotic relationship, especially not with my boss. Steve's jaw tightened. The flash of hurt vanished, replaced by a cold, hard glare that made me shiver despite the warmth of the room. He took a step closer, h
I thought he had left, and a pang of disappointment shot through me. But I was wrong. I knew he'd already seen every part of my body, but him seeing me like this, standing naked in my bedroom, was still deeply embarrassing. I groaned internally.Steve's eyes darkened with desire, still wearing nothing but the towel that hung loosely on his waist. He closed the door with a quiet click and began to walk towards me. I spun around, fumbling to pull my bra on. I could feel his gaze burning into my backside as he got closer, his footsteps silent, yet loud enough to tell me exactly when he stopped behind me, towering over me.Then came the cold contact of his palm on my ass cheek. He gently squeezed, then delivered a light slap that echoed through the room, making me gasp in shock. Still, I refused to turn around. I wouldn't let him see the immediate effect his touch had on me. If I gave in now, he'd probably have me right here on the dresser.As I
The question hung in the air, cold and heavy. My eyes were still wide, fixed on him, waiting for the final blow. My whole body felt numb, frozen in place. This couldn't be real. My mind was just blank, except for that one terrifying thought. My boss. Steve held my gaze, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, a slight curve touched his lips, not quite a smile, but something close. "Not exactly, no," he said, his voice calm, like we were just discussing the weather. "I don't hire or fire people, Mabel. I don't manage the day-to-day. But, yes, in a way, I suppose I am.” He didn't sound bothered. Not at all. He sounded amused. Like this whole situation, my shock, my panic, was just another thing he found interesting. He reached out, his hand gently touching my cheek. "It doesn't matter, Mabel. Does it?" he murmured, his thumb brushing my skin. "It doesn't change anything between us.” Us? My mind screamed. I don't even k
(Mabel’s POV)I stirred in my sleep, slowly waking up, eyes still shut. I tried to move just a little, and a low groan slipped out. My whole body ached. Every single muscle felt used, stretched, and thoroughly worked over. Last night had been... a lot.I felt a warm, heavy arm tighten around my tummy. Steve. He was already awake. I could feel his gaze on me, even with my eyes still mostly shut. His fingers moved to my waist, then slowly stopped on my hip.“Morning, sleepyhead," he mumbled right next to my ear. Shivers went down my neck."Morning," I managed to respond, my voice thick, like I was still half-asleep. I tried to move away a bit, to get some space, but he pulled me closer. I could feel his cock poking my ass. I gulped."Restless?" he asked. His fingers moved in slow circles on my hip.“I probably should get up," I mumbled to myself. This man was insatiable, and he wouldn't think twice about putting me throug
(Steve's pov) "Would you like to give this whore head, Mabel?" I murmured, my voice a low, dangerous growl. Her eyes were wide, still glazed with the remnants of her orgasm and a fresh wave of embarrassment. But she didn't flinch away. Her hand, still limp from her climax, was now wrapped around my shaft, thanks to my guidance. Then, with a subtle shift, she took control. Her fingers tightened, firm and possessive, and her thumb, so soft yet so deliberate, glided across the tip of my cock, smearing the precum that was already leaking. A low groan ripped from my chest, raw and involuntary. Fuck. Just that simple touch, that quiet confidence she suddenly showed, nearly undid me. My fingers instinctively loosened their hold on her hand, letting her have it. "I don't mind giving this whore head," she whispered, her voice low and husky, a defiant glint s
(Mabel’s pov) His fingers just kept working me, going deeper, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. How the hell did we even get here again? With him, I just…lost it. Every single time. I felt so overwhelmed, my head, light and spinning with how he was touching me. Like my brain was short-circuiting. "Hmmmm…." Another stupid moan tore out of me. Oh, God, no. All that talk about wanting him to leave, about Luke and lunch? And here I was, practically screaming that I wanted his head between my thighs. My resolve? Gone. Just utterly gone. Then, just like that, the pressure stopped. His fingers slid out, and the heat of his body pulled away, his mouth leaving my breast. It was so sudden, that hollow ache hit me instantly. I felt empty. My eyes flew open, blinking fast, desperate to see him, to get him to not stop, to just keep going. "Get on the couch," he orde