Chapter 122- Unquenchable Hunger
HARDIN'S POV
I couldn't sleep, not when it felt like I was hearing the sounds she made repeatedly in my head. I've had three cold showers and yet nothing was enough to calm me down and it didn't help that she was just one door away from me.
I've always been a man of control but I don't know what happened tonight, the fact that I almost fucked my boss was still shocking but did I feel any single regret?
The answer was no.
If it wasn't the fact that something stopped me when I tried to enter her we would have still been at it. Me, inside her and her screaming at the top of her lungs.
Calm down man, calm down.
I cautioned myself when my member began to swell.
I was still shocked that a woman dripping of sex like Ariana would be pure, untouched.
The way she acted was like she was experienced, like she knew what she was doing but nothing prepared me for that shock.
How am I going to face her without the thought of what happened between us coming back to mind. I've tasted her and I crave more, something I shouldn't.
I was stepping into a dangerous zone and I knew that if I didn't pull myself out of it as soon as possible I was going to regret it.
“God,” I groaned when another vivid image of her squirming beneath me when I ate her out came to mind. My mind was filled with only thoughts of her and there was no escaping.
Her smell, her taste, her sounds, it was all glued to my mind like it had always been a part of it. Like the missing part was finally found.
I released a sigh as I got up from bed and then I walked to the balcony to receive fresh air. Maybe it would calm me down.
I'm doomed if I don't find a way to get her out of my mind.
This sudden obsession was going to be the death of me.
And I didn't want to be ruined.
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ARIANA'S POV
He's your assistant, he's your assistant. I kept chanting in my head like a mantra.
That shouldn't have happened and now that it has, my mind can't seem to think of anything except him.
His fingers were perfect.
Stop! Stop it Ariana, he's your assistant remember? I cautioned my mind.
I groaned as I stood up from bed, I needed to breathe.
I was just about to walk to the balcony when I noticed that Hardin was standing on his balcony so I stopped.
That was close, he would have seen me.
As I retreated back into my room, I couldn't help but glance at him one last time. The man was a work of art, a special piece made from heaven by the Porter himself.
He had no shirt on and I felt my body shiver in need and the way the moonlight illuminated his silhouette made my heart skip a beat. My mind was in total shambles and chaos.
How did we get here? It was supposed to be professional, straightforward––nothing like this, nothing prepared me for the things he was making me feel. He made me breathless and trembling, wanting more.
I pressed my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. Hardin was the last person I should be thinking about like this, he shouldn't even make me feel this way.
He was my assistant, for God's sake! But that didn't stop my mind from replaying every moment, every touch, every sound that escaped my lips. He just had that much power over me.
I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't want him and besides didn't he reject me because I was what? A virgin.
My mind had a mind of its own and it was all focused on Hardin, the more I tried to push him away the more space he took. The more I tried to push the thoughts away the more they came running back like they never even left. I was so fucking confused.
My assistant, I could still feel his lips on my skin, his hands guiding me to a place I'd never been before.
And that look in his eyes, I could see his hunger and restraint, like he was holding back everything he wanted to do to me. And the thing is I felt like I wouldn't have stopped him.
A shiver ran down my spine just by the thought of it and I couldn't help but groan in frustration
No. I had to put an end to this, this madness. It's wrong, all wrong.
I had to do something before things got out of hand
Tomorrow, I'd set things straight, make sure there were boundaries; clear ones that neither of us could cross. We couldn't afford to let this continue. We couldn't afford to let desire rule over our common sense. There were so many things at stake.
But as I lay back down on my bed, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if we crossed that line. How would it feel to give in, just once, feel his arms around me, his breath on mine, how would that feel to let loose? We both wanted it, right?
No, Ariana. You're better than this. You have to be.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to think of anything but Hardin. Anything but the way his hands felt on me, the way his breath sent shivers down my spine, the way his voice echoed in my mind.
For heaven's sake! Stop this now Ariana! Stop this! Just fucking stop!
I have to deal with this as soon as possible. Tomorrow, I have to talk to him tomorrow, end everything, not like there was anything, whatever it was that just happened tonight, I need to make sure it never happens again.
But as sleep slowly claimed me, I knew deep down that this wasn't over.
Not by a long shot.
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