Novel & Cerita Drunk And Daring: I Kissed A Tycoon

“The Head Manager of DrDB, Favian Drake?” When she looked up, she saw the unmistakable smirk on his face. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be that Favian Drake—the Nation’s Husband, the man every woman dreamed of. But the smirk said otherwise. Favian pulled a sleek black card from his pocket and extended it toward her. “Think it over,” He said, his voice smooth and commanding. “You might really need my help. If you decide to accept my proposal, come to DrDB and show them this card. They’ll let you in immediately.”

I step into her space, my hand reaching up to cup her jaw, my thumb sweeping over her cheekbone. Elena tilts her head up, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she surrenders to my height. I lean down and capture her mouth. The kiss is instant fire. It starts deep and possessive, my tongue sliding past her lips to taste the bitter-sweet stain of the wine on her tongue. She whimpers, a sweet, fragile sound that signals her total submission, her hands clutching at the lapels of my button-down shirt. I wrap my arms around her hips, lifting her effortlessly off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, her thighs clamping tight against my flanks as I carry her down the hallway, neve

Judging by the mastery of his kisses, I know he's good at everything. A moment later, we broke apart. Corvin peppered my shoulders with hungry kisses, his hands moving with expert grace to the back of my dress. He located the zipper and slowly began to pull it down. My breath hitched, the anticipation for his next move turning me giddy with excitement.

My heartbeat erratic. — What do you want from me, Dante? He turned my face with two fingers, with a disturbingly gentle touch. — Everything. — he replied. — But I’ll start with your obedience. Our faces were too close. Just one inch and... But I pulled away, breaking the contact. I felt ashamed of the frantic pulse between my legs. Of my body’s involuntary response to the touch of a man who held me captive. He respected the distance. Stood up and walked to the door.

My fingertips hover just above his stubbled jawline and I poke his cheek repeatedly with unsteady fingers. The alcohol still clouding my judgment, I let out a small, inappropriate giggle. "Hey, hey you. Wake up. Stop pretending," I slur slightly, poking him again. "Mission accomplished, okay? You can go report back that you successfully scared the hell out of me." But as I turned to leave, a strong hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. The unexpected contact sends me off-balance, my body betraying me as I topple forward without grace. I landed against his chest, my free hand instinctively bracing against his solid shoulder.

He lifted his hand and crooked a finger at her. His gesture was inviting and alluring. Perplexed, Harriet softly exclaimed, "Huh?" Delbert leaned in, his voice captivating as he whispered into her ear, "Kiss me." Harriet's cheeks flushed a deep red. 'Kiss him?' She thought in surprise. Delbert's face was chiseled by God. She could only admire it from a distance, not daring to touch it. Under the watchful eyes of the guests below, Harriet nervously swallowed and slowly leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

“Drink up. You earned it after hauling that cash out here like a good girl.” I took a sip, the whiskey burning down my throat, warming my chest. “This is insane. You really thought scaring a married woman half to death was funny?” Tyler grinned, sitting on the edge of the table right in front of me, knees brushing my legs. “Fucking hilarious when you showed up looking this fine. Short skirt, tight top. You dressing up for the blackmailer or for yourself?” Alex settled beside me on the worn couch, his thigh pressing against mine. “Tell us about it. The affair. What made a pretty young thing like you step out on hubby? We’re all ears… and eyes.”

He sucked and nibbles her bottom lip, savoring the taste of her strawberry lip gloss mixed with elegant blackberry and plum flavor. Maya heartbeat increased with each passing second. She felt like he was stealing her soul away from her only to give it back. Her legs felt jelly and she held his hair for support, kissing him back with passion. After what seemed like eternity, Damian broke away from the kiss and took the wine and glasses back to the kitchen. Maya was sitting on the bed when he returned, her legs crossed, exposing her luscious thighs to Damian lustrous eyes. "Gosh....she drive me so crazy wife," he mumbled, stripping out of the garments above his waist. He bent in front of her a