All Chapters of Irresistible Boss: Succumbing to Your Touch: Chapter 1171 - Chapter 1180

Rafael’s POVI let Hannah go this morning, when what I really wanted was to keep her in bed with me until she admitted she wanted me and would drop all that nonsense and stay with me. Then I would keep her in bed a little longer just to celebrate that she had finally decided to stay. But she was adamant and I had to think of a way to convince her.After she left, I went to the bar. I needed to get things in order and organize the team. Flavian wanted to place undercover cops to arrest the rest of Domani's gang as soon as possible. But when I got to the bar, if I looked at the dance floor, all I could imagine was Hannah dancing in that little green dress, and if I looked at my desk, all I could imagine was Hannah lying on it while I fucked her like a madman. I had to grab my papers and go work hidden behind the bar counter, just to try not to think about her. But it was in vain."Fuck, Rafael! You're a man, not a teenager! Forget that crazy woman and focus on your work!" I pushed the la

Rafael’s POVI was sure my crazy girl wasn't going to call me, so I went home and decided to follow that other lunatic's advice, because Adele was just as crazy as Melissa. As soon as the store's delivery guy confirmed he'd made the delivery, I decided to call Hannah."I'm dreaming of seeing you dancing for me, my crazy girl," I said as soon as she answered."You'll keep dreaming." She huffed on the other end of the line. "And I'm going to return this little gift of yours.""Oh, my beautiful crazy girl, don't make me suffer like this. You'll look even more stunning in that dress. I bought it for you, I really want to see you dancing in it," I pleaded, but she was unwavering."You're not going to see me anymore, you psycho! Why is it so hard to understand?" she replied irritably, and from the way she was talking, I was certain she wasn't at her desk."Ah, my crazy girl, I'm not going to lose you! Dance for me, just once?" I asked and heard her exasperated groan on the other end of the l

Rafael’s POVI finished the conferences I had to do and made payments to my suppliers. Looking at the organized desk with no pending tasks, I smiled. I could finally go after that crazy Hannah, since the stubborn woman wouldn't come dance for me, at least not today. I stood up and grabbed my phone, and as I was walking around the desk, my security manager opened the door."Boss!" He poked his head into the room with a smile, so it couldn't be anything bad. "Remember that short girl you saved from her ex-boyfriend?""What’s wrong?" I looked at him with interest, and his smile grew even wider."She just arrived, asked me if you were in the house. I think she wants to thank you. What a hottie, huh, boss! I think you've become her hero!" he said all cocky, and I couldn't suppress my smile. My crazy girl had come."A hottie, and I don't want any of you getting fresh with her." I pointed at him. The nerve! "Go downstairs, and if any guy other than me tries to approach her, you get him away f

Rafael’s POVI looked at Hannah and the image was even more beautiful in person than I had imagined in my mind. That woman had no idea of the power she held over me. I saw the exact moment when she let go of her hesitation to grab me, and that was all I wanted: for her to decide to grab me for good. I went back to kissing her, desperate for every inch of her, for every sigh and moan, crazy to see those almond-shaped eyes rolling back in pleasure."My beautiful crazy girl, I'm going to kiss every inch of you." I started with her face, her ear, her neck, and spent plenty of time on her breasts, between kissing them, sucking them, licking them, and squeezing them between my fingers. Oh, they were delicious!I continued kissing her entire body, going down her belly, the side of her hip, her thigh, all the way to the tip of her toe, which I rested against my chest. She had beautiful, delicate feet with nails painted white. I ran my hand over it and took the other one, giving it equal attent

Hannah’s POVI got home and looked at the clock. I knew my mother's rules and that I should be at her house by seven in the evening or the drama would start before I even walked in. And although it was already close to four, I wasn't worried. I didn't need much, just one of my pre-approved outfits and shoes too, that is if I didn't want her to have a hysterical fit and her husband to grab me by the hair again.I felt ridiculous in those dresses that looked like potato sacks. They were nothing more than a square of fabric with sleeves, usually in khaki or shades of that color, paired with a beige cardigan; and the cardigan was mandatory, even if it was blazing hot. Black flats on my feet and no makeup on my face. And it wasn't that my mother was tacky, she wasn't, but she said that under no circumstances should I make her look old or compete for attention with her, who was always dressed with maximum elegance and refinement, I might add.I took that thing off the hanger and threw it on