All Chapters of The Double Life of My Hot Secretary: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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81: Scale of one to ten

Alan pov I’d stayed up all night staring at the ceiling, raking my fingers through my hair every five minutes, worrying about Hazel being alone in that apartment. I finally gave up around four and crashed, eyes heavy as hell. My phone rang and I grabbed it half-asleep, voice groggy. “Hello?” “Alan?” Her voice came out small and scared. I sat up fast, heart slamming. “Hazel? What’s wrong?” “Of course you can come over right away,” I said, already swinging my legs off the bed. “I’ll come get you. Just stay where you are. Did something happen?” “No,” she whispered. “Fine. I’m coming.” I hung up and jumped up, one hand buttoning my shirt while the other snatched my keys off the nightstand. My feet fumbled into my slippers, one almost falling off as I hopped toward the door. I didn’t even bother with socks. I just ran out of the elevator, shirt half-open, and jumped into the car. I pulled up outside her building in record time and she was already waiting on the sidewalk,

82: Strip

I choked even though there was nothing in my mouth. I stepped back fast, hand on my chest, coughing hard until I caught my breath. “What?” Hazel raised an eyebrow. “Damn, okay.” “Wait, no, no, no,” I stammered, raking my fingers through my hair. “I do....I mean, I do. I’m, I’m confused.” She turned away from me and started walking back toward the stove. “Uh, never mind.” I grabbed her waist quick, pulling her back against my chest before she could get far. Her ass pressed right into my cock and it got even harder, straining against my sweatpants. I held her there tight. “So badly,” I said, voice low against her ear. “I want to fuck you so badly that you forget your name.” She turned around in my arms, still close. One hand slid up and started fondling her tit through my shirt, rubbing her nipple in slow circles until it poked even harder against the fabric. She put her other arm around my neck, pulling me down a little, “like this?” “Fuck,” I drew out, long and rough,

83: The hottest strip show

Hazel pov I almost broke into laughter right there. The look on Alan’s face was priceless, his eyes wide, mouth open like I’d just slapped him with the words. I raked my fingers through my hair and leaned back against the bed frame, biting my lip so I wouldn’t laugh out loud. God, it felt good to see him like this. “I want you to give me a strip show,” I said, crossing my arms. He blinked hard. “What?” “You want to take care of me, right?” I tilted my head, watching him scramble. “My period and all that. So give me a strip show. It’s fine if you’re not up to it.” His face crumbled for a second, cheeks going red as he tried to find words. “I...uh... Hazel, I mean-” I felt this rush of satisfaction hit me hard. For five whole years I watched him control every room, every person, every deal. Now he was the one stuttering in front of me and I loved it. I was ready to take full advantage because he owed me and he knew it. He stepped closer, his voice dropping low and sex

84: My Billionaire

I wanted him to fuck my guts out. He stared at me deeply, waiting for my next instructions. “That’s enough for now,” I said, betraying my own body and waved my hand toward the door, “you can go.” Alan stood there completely naked, chest still heaving, cock rock hard and glistening. He raked his fingers through his hair, looking like he wanted to argue, but he just nodded once and grabbed his boxers off the floor. He pulled them on slow, eyes never leaving mine, then walked out without another word. The second the door clicked shut I burst out laughing. I fell back on the bed, hands over my mouth, giggling so hard my stomach hurt. The big bad billionaire, the man who used to control every room, had just stripped and jerked off for me like my own personal toy. I raked my fingers through my hair and laughed even harder into the pillow until my cheeks ached. God, that felt good. I curled up under the covers still smiling and let myself drift off. When I woke up

85: Stay with me

The elevator doors slid open on Alan’s floor but neither of us moved. I stayed pressed against the wall, heart hammering, while he kept me caged there with one hand beside my head and the other still in his pocket. His mouth brushed my ear, as he continued, “I could slide my hand up this skirt right now, push your panties to the side, and finger you until your legs shake. I’d drop to my knees, spread you open, and eat that pussy until you’re dripping down my chin. Then I’d bend you over, right here, and fuck you so deep the whole building would hear you screaming my name.” I was soaked. My thighs clenched together and I could feel how wet my panties were. I tried to keep my breathing steady, “you’re not doing any of that.” He leaned in closer, lips grazing my neck, “no? Then why are your nipples so hard I can see them through your shirt? Why are you shaking like you’re already close?” I furrowed my eyebrows and pushed at his chest, but my hands stayed there gripping his s

86: Pop the question

Alan pov I kept watching her until her breathing got slow and even. Hazel was finally asleep, curled up against my chest in my bed. My eyes kept drifting down to the way her tank top stretched tight over her tits, nipples pressing against the thin fabric. My cock was already rock hard just from staring at her like this. I shifted my hips, trying to ignore how bad I wanted her. She groaned softly and shifted again, face scrunching up like the clothes were bothering her. “Do you want me to change your clothes for you?” I mumbled, voice low so I wouldn’t wake her fully. “Mhm,” she answered, half-asleep, barely moving. I sat up slow and started unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time. When the last one came open her tits spilled straight out, full and soft, nipples hard from the cool air. I froze, staring, my mouth going dry. Fuck. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t sit here and keep touching her while I was this hard. I buttoned the shirt back up quick, hands shaki

87: Strip for strip

Hazel pov I opened my eyes the second Alan walked out of the room. I’d been pretending to sleep the whole time, breathing slow and even so he wouldn’t know I was awake because it was the only sensible way to get him to stay in bed with me without seeming like I wanted him there. The minute he left I couldn’t even pretend anymore. My heart was still racing from the way he’d unbuttoned my shirt earlier. I almost broke character right then and moaned when his fingers brushed my skin. I sat up, staring at the empty doorway. A few minutes passed. I couldn’t stay in bed. I got up, pulled on a hoodie over my tank top, and went after him. I found him on the balcony talking on the phone. I waited until he hung up and now I was waiting for him to pop his question. He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Never mind.” “What?” I pushed off the rail. “You can’t just straight up bomb on me like that.” “Yeah, it’s okay, fine,” he said, shoving his hands in hi

88: Pole dancing

I pointed at the chair in the corner of the room, “sit down.” Alan didn’t argue. He walked over and dropped into it, legs spread wide, eyes locked on me the whole time. I raked my fingers through my hair and jogged over to my bag in the guest room. I pulled out the bedazzled mask I’d packed, slipped it on, then quickly changed into the tiny black bra top and matching short bikini bottoms I’d brought. The fabric was barely there. My nipples were already hard from the cool air and the way he was staring. I walked back to the pole, hips swaying slow. “You ready?” He nodded, hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Yeah.” I gripped the pole with one hand and started spinning slow, letting my body roll with the movement. I arched my back, pushing my tits out, then slid down the pole until my ass almost touched the floor. I looked straight at him. “You’re already breathing hard and I haven’t even started yet.” Alan shifted in the chair, jaw tight. “Hazel…” “Shh,” I said, climb

89: On the edge

I kissed him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth, and climbed straight onto his lap. The chair creaked under us as I straddled him, yanking my bikini bottoms to the side. I didn’t wait. I grabbed his cock, lined him up, and sank down in one slow, deep slide. “Fuck, Hazel,” Alan groaned, head falling forward until his face was buried between my tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth hard, moaning around it while I started bouncing. I raked my fingers through his hair and tugged, riding him faster. “You act like you wanna fuck some children into me.” He groaned louder, sucking harder on my tit, hips snapping up to meet every bounce. “Yeah. I do.” I laughed breathlessly and slammed down harder, the wet slap of skin filling the room. “Remind me to take the after pill after this. Since you chose not to wear a condom.” He switched to my other nipple, biting gently then soothing it with his tongue. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So wet for me.” I leaned back a li

90: I love you

I stepped into the room with Hazel still in my arms, both of us naked and breathing hard. I set her down gently on the cool floor and kept my hands on her waist, thumbs stroking her skin. “Why do you even have this room?” she asked, looking around at the ropes, the bench, the hooks on the walls. I chuckled and pulled her back against my chest, arms wrapping around her from behind. “What if I just have it as a form of art?” She pushed me away, turning to glare at me, arms crossed under her tits. “No, leave me alone.” “Oh come on,” I said, stepping right back in and squeezing her tits from behind, rolling her nipples between my fingers, “let’s focus.” She shivered but didn’t push me off this time. I kissed the side of her neck and walked her over to the center of the room. “Last time we were in here we were very gentle,” I said, grabbing the soft black rope. “We didn’t go deeper. Do you want to explore more things now?” She looked up at me, eyes dark. “I’m in.” I tied

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