All Chapters of Unraveled by Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

But that feeling was quickly washed away by the anger I felt when I remembered how he had refused to answer my question yesterday and instead told me to go to bed. "What are you doing here, Steve?" I blurted out, desperate to redirect both his attention and my own thoughts. Steve stood up, buttoning his suit jacket, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good morning to you too, Mabel," he replied, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the effort it took for him to keep his gaze on my face rather than letting it wander down my body again. I groaned internally as I thought about how he saw me in a short towel the first time, and now here I stood in a see-through nightgown. This man had a hold on me already and it hadn't even been three days since we'd met. I was losing control. I'd never been like this with anyone. The sex with Steve was... intense. His dick had only been inside me once, but it had made me come for the first time with a ma

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. "I'm fine, Steve. I'm just not used to being watched while I eat," I admitted, my voice barely audible. Steve leaned back, concern etched on his face. "I'm sorry. I'll give you some space." I smiled warmly, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "No, no, it's okay. Thank you for staying by my side. I’ll also thank Hazel when I see her.” As I finished my meal, I suddenly looked at my wrist for my watch, forgetting I wasn't wearing one. "Oh no, what's the time?" I exclaimed, my voice laced with a hint of panic. Steve glanced at his phone, his eyes scanning the screen before responding. "It's 3:45 PM. Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. I sighed in relief, feeling a wave of tension wash over me. "I thought I was late for work," I admitted. Steve's expression turned serious, his e

“Beautiful.” He leaned down, capturing one of my nipples with his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. I gasped, my hands gripping his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through me. "Fuck…. Steve…," I breathed, arching into him. "More," I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled against my skin, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. "Steve," I gasped, my body arching into him. "Please," I begged, my voice thick with desperation. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "What do you need, Mabel?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "You," I replied, the conviction in my voice firm. "I need your cock inside me, Steve." With his eyes locked onto mine, he extended his hand. I took it, allowing him to guide me toward the bed. He sat down, pulling me to stand between his legs.

The air thickened between us, but Steve didn’t back down. “I’m not leaving. I’ll wait for you until you close,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. “We need to talk.” “About what?” I asked, feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity. “I want to drive you home, and I’ll tell you on the drive to the apartment,” he said again, his voice steady. “You shouldn’t wait behind,” I replied, crossing my arms. “It’s going to be a while.” Steve leaned in closer on the bar counter, his eyes on mine, lowering his voice to a soft, intimate tone. “You should let me drive you home if you don't want a repeat of what happened in the staff room.” His lips curved into a playful smirk. I felt my cheeks getting red with embarrassment. I hesitated, torn between wanting to go with him and not wanting a repeat of what happened in the staff room. I shouldn't be doing that at work, it's very risky and unprofessional. “I don’t kn

The unexpected, electric contact caused my entire body to freeze, sending an involuntary shock through me. The tidal wave of sensation that swept over me drowned out the protests and desperate cries for reason that screamed in my mind. I was powerless to stop him. Every last glimmer of my resolve was consumed by the raw, unquestionable bond that had ignited between us from the start. I gave him a fierce, hungry kiss in return, as though I were extracting life from his lips. As I parted my lips, inviting him closer and allowing him complete access to my tongue, my fingers automatically became tangled in the soft strands of his hair, gently tugging. He was more than just a man, he was a potent, intoxicating drug, one I knew I couldn't fight, and one I desperately, utterly needed in that very moment, but I had to stop. We had to define what this was, where this was heading to. I slowly pulled away, brea