Chapter 16

Wiping the steam off the bathroom mirror, Amara looked at herself.

Her naked body is reflected in the mirror.

She traced her fingers on the marks that followed a trail from the valley of her breasts to her abdomen.

RED and FRESH.

She sneaked into her room at the late hours of the night, when everyone, including the helpers, was in their rooms, convulsed in deep sleep.

Although it was a task to walk to her room, she didn't mind it. And if a certain part of her mind told her to feel guilty, she pushed it down without any second thoughts or regret.

There was no room for emotions like guilt or regret.

She barely had 2 hours of sleep before she woke up to her morning alarm.

And now she was fresh out of a warm shower, her body finally recovering a little from that sweet-sweet ache in her waist and between her legs.

As she traced every mark left by him on her body like initials left by artists, a surge of warmth filled her chest.

Every word whispered and every moan that dissolved in each other's mouth, she remembered it all.

And she didn't regret it.

She doubted she ever would.




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After two days of break from the company, she decided to resume her work as it would be considered unprofessional of her.

When she walked into the company, she felt eyes on her. People weren't very cautious but at least no one tried to probe her about the matter. It was probably because she was the owner’s daughter-in-law.

She sat on her desk and checked today’s schedule.

There wasn't much to do.

They had a meeting with the Finance department after lunch and she should be there assisting Jason as he will lead it.

She spent hours wondering what it would be like to see Jason now that they have established this “sort of a” relationship with each other.

Especially because she hadn't seen him after she left his room last night.

Grandpa Harvey has arranged a designated personal driver for her along with a black BMW 7 series. So she was driven to work in that because now Jason had no reason to drop her off.

So she didn't know what to expect.

The lunch passed and soon it was time for the meeting.

She took in her role as his assistant and began arranging the necessary files and reports, Jason might need in the meeting.

The meeting room was packed with all the people from the finance department that were required when she entered.

She put the reports on the conference table before the head seat, where Jason would be sitting.

Just as she was standing straight after arranging it, the door swung open and Jason walked in clad in a navy blue suit over a crisp white shirt and a matching blue tie.

She took his appearance in as secretly as she could.

The rest of the employees stood up in greeting and Jason nodded his head in return of the greeting before advancing towards his designated seat.

She stepped back to make way for him but instead of passing by her front, he passed by from behind her.

She was confused for a moment until she felt a palm squeezing her butt.

A short gasp left her lips and she jerked a little at the sudden (welcomed) surprise.

She quickly glanced around the conference room and felt thankful in her heart when she saw the room was already dark for the presentation and no one was paying attention to her.

“Mrs. Harvey, Are you alright,” Jason's secretary asks her.

Since he was close to where she was standing he must have noticed her movements.

“Yes, I'm fine,” She replied and gave him an assuring smile for good measures.

And then she turned around to take the seat on Jason's left side making sure to (fake) glare at him on her way.

But he acted like he didn't see her at all.

The meeting started and thankfully it wrapped up before she received any further surprises from him.

She started to arrange the things before leaving.

“Miss Avery, would you mind taking the reports to my office for review?” Jason asked.

She raised her head to see him standing by the door. His sentence is more of a demand than a question.

“Sure, Mr. Harvey. I'll bring it right away,” She replied and he left after nodding once.

An indifferent expression on his face.

No one thinks anything is odd.

It's good they don’t.

But she knows it's not just a plain simple request.

She hides a smirk and picks up the reports before making her way out of the conference room.



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As soon as she enters the office, she spots him sitting on his chair in a leaned-back position.

He might have been waiting for her if his posture is anything to go by.

“Lock the door,” he says and she registers the thickness of his voice.

She locks the door and saunters over him with deliberately slow steps.

Swallowing as excitement shimmers inside her body while she assesses his heated gaze.

Rounding the table she stops at the corner, a foot or two distance away from him.

His eyes follow her and he turns around in his swivel chair.

And only now she registers the very visible tent in his pants.

She swallows again at the view before she is hauled forward and lands on his waist sideways.

He looks at her up and down, his hand squeezing her waist and then he dips his head to her exposed neck.

Nipping at it softly, he moves his hand to cover her abdomen.

There are no words spoken between them and it's probably good for both of them.

Both of them are aware of what the other exactly wants.

It was easier that way.

“Get up,” his voice whispered in her ear as he licked her earlobe.

It instantly ran a shiver down her spine.

She did as told and then he pushed his chair back and pressed the button on his intercom.

His secretary, Alfred's voice questioned from the other side, “Yes, Boss?”

“Don't let anyone in my office until I tell you,” Jason ordered him in a firm tone, not once did his eyes stray away from hers.

When Alfred replied Yes, he released the button and the intercom went silent again.

As he got on his feet he stretched his hand out for her, she took it and walked to him.

“Get on your knees and suck me just like the slut in you did last night,” he commanded. His voice was dirty and teasing.

Heat pooled between her legs as her brain fogged up with last night's endeavors between them.

She didn't argue and got on her knees.

Her throat bobbed with the desire that pulled on her core.

All while her eyes stayed in contact with his.

Then she strayed her eyes away from him and onto the visible tent in his pants before her eyes.

She had a taste of him last night after months of pent-up frustrations and she was still as greedy for it as she could.

She brought up her hands to use and with quick and precise movements, his trousers were hanging loosely by his thighs.

He had already stripped down his blazer.

She looked at his Calvin Klein black and red accented boxer briefs that did little to no work in hiding his erection.

Hooking her fingers on the waistband of his boxers, she pulled it down.

His hard and veiny cock sprang up from its place as soon as it was free of all the restrictions.

Amara’s face was barely inches away from his manhood.

She took in the sight and almost drooled before she realized she was allowed to take it in.




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Amara’s POV


As soon as it sprang out I was all too ready to have it in my mouth.

Grabbing it with my hands which looked tiny around its girth, I swallowed the drool that had made its way into my mouth.

I looked up at him as soon as I touched it and saw his breathing pick up as he looked down at me.

Returning my attention to his cock, I licked my lips.

I gave it a couple of pumps before leaning forward and taking his tip in my mouth.

The salty texture of his pre cum made contact with my tongue and I moaned at the taste.

I looked up at him as I rolled my tongue on it and saw his slightly ajar mouth.

“Deeper,” he ordered.

I wanted to as well but a dirty thought came to my mind and I decided to tease him. Just a bit.

So I bobbed my head and covered his length only halfway.

A moan vibrated in my throat and for a minute I deliberated the idea of teasing him.

Well, that was until, I felt him grab my hair and then with one thrust he filled my mouth to the bottom of my throat.

I gagged at reflex and my eyes brimmed with tears.

But I liked the feeling of his hands roughly guiding me by the hair as I bobbed my head up and down on his length, too much to care.

Every time his tip touched the bottom of my throat, he either cursed or grunted.

Hissing quietly he left my hair and I almost whined at the loss if my mouth wasn't filled.

But then he placed it back on my head as I continued to take his length in.

I released his length with a pop and then used my tongue to lick his whole length before I kissed and licked his tip and took it all back in, as deep as I could.

“Fuck,” I felt him twitch in my mouth and adjusted my pace to slow and deep.

His thrusts became sloppy as he reached his edge, getting closer to his release.

A minute in and he was all ready to explode.

Before I knew it he pulled his cock out of my mouth and directed it on the floor as it spurted ropes of semen on the dark hardwood floor.

I was left there panting on the floor with tears on my cheeks as I watched him ejaculate his release.

When his releases subsided, he pulled me by the hair and into a searing passionate kiss.

My arms found their way around his neck while his one hand pulled me into him and his other on the back of my neck.

As we released each other's mouths for much-needed oxygen.

He tipped my head to meet his eyes, “Bend over, ass out,!”

And God did I like the sound of it.