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“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

The air between them thrummed—not with the hum of the walls, but with the pull of something they hadn’t named. Celine couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to. But the door shuddered, interrupting them with a sound like a muffled scream. A hiss escaped the cracks, sharp and metallic. Then the chalk shifted. Before their eyes, the words rearranged, lines erasing and redrawing in jerky strokes: Choose now. Celine’s breath hitched. The corridor lights flickered violently, strobing red across Liam’s face, across the door that seemed to breathe harder, faster.

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

It was Rue and with my consent, she walked in with a smile as she surveyed the room, her smile getting broader. “He liked it?” she asked and I shook my head in denial. Ever since the night before, when he had made me touch myself, I had felt certain pleasurable sensations that were difficult to describe. It was blissful and felt really good and I knew I could do anything to feel it again. I sought advice from Rue to help me seduce Alistair. I wanted him to want me, every part of me, and still wouldn’t be satisfied of me.

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Title: "Your Daddy, My Obsession." JANUARY How does one go about seducing their almost father-in-law? I really, truly do not recommend doing an internet search. The results are heavy on p**n and light on answers. In the end, I’m left to my own devices.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he swallowed every last bit, a look of pure triumph on his face. “You taste like temptation wrapped in sin,” he breathed, his expression hardening. He grabbed my hand and swept the documents off his desk. “Lean over. Raise your hips,” he breathed, rough and hungry, like a predator tasting forbidden prey. “I want to see every inch… what I’ve bought… what I’ll never let anyone else have.” I obeyed, my heart thudding against the wood of the desk. I heard the rasp of his zipper, the heavy thud of his belt hitting the floor.

Looking down, I see her gazing up at me, her lips curling in a smile and her eyes going slanted. That smile... God; it looks so sinister that I can almost swear I saw fangs peek out from her lips now. I shake my head hazely, my lust filled gaze meeting hers. From this angle, she looks like a seductress, a demoness, a--------- Haaaa! I gasp, my eyes falling shut as her lips fall on my right breasts, her tongue continuing her assault. I don't know how long I'm held still as she assaults my breasts, I'm only vaguely aware of how my toes are curled in on themselves, my hips moving while I rock her waist, chasing my relief.

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”