sex-me boss.

-Would you like a drink, love? Damon asked Olivia.

The latter unintentionally felt a pang of jealousy rise up inside her. She’d known all along that she’d always been the one to bring back her mysterious stranger’s order, and given what had happened between them the first time, she couldn’t swallow her jealousy just at the thought that another waitress might have come in for the same thing, and besides, she’d found him coming out of the shower with just a towel around his waist. The last time he’d taken a bath at Le Bourget, she remembered well, had been after their good romp. She felt anger welling up just thinking that this man would have dared to sleep with another woman when he’d made an appointment with her. She disengaged herself from his arms and went to retrieve her dress, then advanced to the bed.

Damon had no idea what was suddenly going on with her. He’d racked his brains so much, but he still couldn’t see what he’d done other than offer her a drink. He huffed a few times, not really knowing what he was going to do, because he wasn’t the type to run after women to beg them to tell him what was wrong, but with Olivia, he couldn’t hold back at all. Seeing her pout at him like that was eating away at him. He stood up in turn and began to walk towards her. Even though she was angry, she couldn’t help blushing when she saw him move forward, because he was naked and even though she couldn’t see him, she could only imagine his muscles contracting with every step he took, and especially the movements of his full member.

When Damon reached the bed where she was sitting, he knelt down in front of her and caressed her cheek. She had restrained herself a lot so as not to show him how much he was affecting her, but that was without counting on her body, which had decided to quiver on its own. A smile stretched across Damon’s lips as he realized that even if she wanted to play the angry girl, her body couldn’t be angry with him.

He placed his lips on hers, and Olivia was surprised by his gesture since she’d expected him to explain. She resisted, but after fifteen seconds, she really couldn’t take it anymore. She broke down and responded to his kiss. She felt Damon smiling through her lips and it irritated her, but she wasn’t willing to end this kiss that was awakening her organs.

– Still angry? Damon asked between kisses.

– You cad,” Olivia asserted.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

A guttural laugh escaped Damon’s lips, and he got up to go into the living room to fill two glasses, one for himself and one for her.