Seductive Secretary の小説・ストーリー

Quickly walking off, I turned once I was on the stairs to see him staring at me. "Coming?" I seductively said over my shoulder. Without warning, I was scooped up as I was being carried to our bedroom. He started to kiss me yet again, as his hands roamed all over. Making it to the bedroom, he walked right in since the door was already open. Walking over to the bed, he laid me down as his eyes wondered all over me as he took in every inch of me.

Carlos sliding his hand, down to my vagina, fingering, making me scream his name while my eyes roll to the back. I could also try out those sex positions that I read from my karma sutra book. I have had so many fantasies for a long time now but Carlos just want to remain celibate which isn’t good for me. I am someone who doesn’t have that much luck in men because of my size but when Carlos came into my life as my secretary, I knew that I have hit a jackpot. Though I was crushing on him so badly, I never for once tried to tell him, he was the one who told me that he likes me.

She was damn good with her steps like a pro. “That’s one hell of a beauty.” A man beside me whistled, and I frowned. “I agree, her face looks new. Where on earth was MK hiding this beauty?” Another added. I was too mesmerized to shout at them for ogling at my secretary, I didn’t pay attention to them, all my focus was on Alyssa, my sexy secretary. As she walked to the front stage, she looked quite nervous, but she masked it with a smile. She did another turn before going backstage, the hall filled with applause and mostly Wolfe whistles from the men.

It was becoming too much to handle. “You have been dormant all these years, don’t mess things up here!” I warned, and immediately, it stopped and remained quiet. My heart stopped racing, and my body returned to its normal temperature, but I still couldn’t stop being interested in the fact that seeing her made my wolf stir. It had never happened before; no lady had ever made it happen before. “I am Alicia, your new Secretary.” Her words replayed in my head as I stared at her. I could notice how tense and anxious she was, but that wasn’t going to stop me from staring at her.

“Permit me to have a word with your employee.” “You… “It is fine, sir.” Luca interrupted Michael then gave him an affirmative nod. “I am ready to listen to you, ma’am.” “I like this boy.” She said wryly then walked to him, reached her hand to collar then whispered softly. “You made Michael embarrass me and I know you're delighted about that but, watch your back, dear Secretary.” Luca had mixed feelings as she moved away from him, waving at both of them. “Bye!”

But with the kind of audacity that belonged to only one person. I didn’t move. I heard the sharp click of heels, the scuffling of my secretary trying — and failing — to stop the intruder. “Sir, I tried to —” I finally turned. My secretary stood in the doorway, flustered, her hand still outstretched as though she had physically attempted to block the woman beside her. Renata Varela. My gaze swept over her. Short dress. Sheer fabric. The kind designed to make men weak. Dark red lips that curved in amusement, eyes sharp and knowing.

Sensing my discomfort, Neal shifts so that his huge body partially shields me from her judgmental gaze. “What exactly classifies as ‘proper representation’?” He demands. Pauline makes a show of studying her perfectly manicured nails as she drawls, “You know what I’m talking about. I’m just of the opinion that secretaries–no matter how bright they are– should know their place.” The elevator arrives at the ground floor and the doors beep as they open. Pauline graces us with a sarcastic smile, “Enjoy your trip,” before stalking out of the lift. Neal and I trail silently out of the building.

If she could read my thoughts, she would end up realizing how extremely cocky I was! Their hands moved down to my abdomen and created small invisible circles. Sydney hugged me from behind and massaged my back erotically and the woman wearing a mask did her service by licking my lips while caressing my chest. "Sir." My eyes opened when the door revealed my sexy secretary. I sat properly and I acted like I did not come from a wild imagination. Sydney was wearing a skirt with a long skirt in front, making her slender legs show up. Her top fitted her big breasts. She looked like a goddess marching towards me while holding an IPAd.

I know she desires me in the same way that I desire her, we can't resist what we feel, we both want more and more. I hold her by the nape of her neck while we kiss, ignoring the call from my secretary. With my other hand, I travel down her body, heading straight for her breasts, her waist, her ass, and her thigh. She moans wildly as my fingers find the hem of her skirt and begins to pull it up. I intend to rip it off, fuck her here, regardless of the fact that my secretary is a few meters away. "Sir, you can come out now, the women have left." Shit! My secretary's insistent voice pulls us out of our bubble of lust and passion. "I'll stay here and help you leave."

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”