Semua Bab The CEO's favorite Is A College Stripper (BWWM): Bab 51 - Bab 60

Bells POV.At my request, the computer plays us a track from my RnB playlist. The lyrics are so sinful, but that's the mood I am aiming to create. I run my hand, which is still holding the dick clamp, up and down the bulge of Karanos's dick, and he moans softly, closing his eyes for a bit. My other hand caresses his chest through his shirt as my fingers work their way to peel off his buttons, possibly two at a time, and before I know it, Karanos helps me take off his shirt completely. He pulls me deeper into him and kisses me, grabbing my butt."Mhm, wait, Kal," I say, causing him to break the kiss."Yeah, what's wrong?" He holds me by my shoulders and stares into my eyes."Kal, though it’s not our first kinky sex, I feel the need to establish some basic rules. It is essential that we discuss our boundaries and limits as well as ensure that there’s enthusiastic consent around the clock."“I’m totally up for anything,” Kal assures me, kissing me again, but I pull out again."I know yo

Taleela's POVAs soon as I get to my office, I flop into one of the couches scattered around my office. Even after having a decent meal, I feel drained from the events that happened minutes ago. I had seen Susan off to her department before coming up to my office, and honestly, the ride up here wasn't really it. I kick off my heels and bend my upper body so my hand can massage my sore feet. The run to the van had almost been fatal if not for the guard who held me up immediately. I tripped and toppled to the side. My phone rings beside me, and I take my time to massage my feet before I check who's calling. It's Karanos. He's requesting a video call again, and honestly, I can't complain. I love seeing his handsome face on my screen. I drop my feet back on the floor before swiping and picking up the call. My camera opens to reveal Karanos in another setting. "Hey," I begin. "Where are you this time?" That's when he falls back into his bed before donning his pillow. "

Kal's POVThe night is not getting younger, and I lead Jemmah towards my car so that I can drive her home. She's slightly drunk, and her words are slurred. She's laughing a lot and making different kinds of jokes. I never knew she was this funny, and I laughed heartily as I settled her into the car and tucked her in. Shutting the passenger door, I hurry to the other side and pull my car door open before slipping inside and closing it. Jemmah's head is resting on the headrest of her seat, and she turns her head to give me a look as I rev up the car's engine. She looks so pretty, and even in a drunken state, she still has a way of making my groin tighten. "You look so sexy," she says. Her hand stretches out and rests on my cheek, the pad of her thumb rubbing against my cheek. Her hands are so soft. "I'm slightly drunk but not drunk enough to talk nonsense. I am aware of what I am saying, and I am saying all these because my tongue is loose, and I can say whatever I want to say

Kal's POV "Oh my goodness," Jemmah gasps. "This place is so beautiful," We are just stepping out of the car, and the driver has gone around to the back of the car. He opened the trunk and took out our luggage. Jemmah's, actually. She had packed a whole lot for just a week's vacation. Women. A duffel bag is all I came with, and that's enough for me. Besides, I still have a few clothes in here from the last time I was here with my parents for spring break. The lawns are neat, and the house looks well-kept. Thanks to our old gardener who has dedicated his life to taking care of this place. He does it well. He should. He gets quadruple the amount he's meant to be paid, thanks to my mother, who is annoyingly empathetic at times. Jemmah is busy taking a look around and taking selfies. In one of her selfie sessions, she leans against me, and I smile at the camera before she snaps. Jemmah is now standing before me and scrolling through her gallery as she smiles. Then

Taleela's POV We're out of the ocean now and lying on the flat of our backs on the towel I spread earlier. Karanos is sipping a glass of burgundy while I eat cookies from a cookie jar. We're silent as we listen to the ocean waves roll back and forth. It's night already, and the skies are lit with tiny dots of stars scattered across like pieces of glitter illuminated by the full moon. I love the scenery, and I want to enjoy it to my very best. "The sky is beautiful tonight," Karanos says after taking a sip from his flute. He turns to face me, his elbows propped up to hold his head in place. I look up at the sky again and throw a broken cookie into my mouth, and munch while I speak. "Yes, it is," "Beautiful, just like you are," He whispers. I turn to look at him, smiling. Karanos rarely uses flowery words. He's always direct, and I'm so used to it. But him being poetic right now is making my heart warm. So, I finish up my last cookie and close up the jar before sitting