Chapter 46 - Amethyst Eyes 1: The Secretary & the CEO (1/2)

Up in one of the elegant offices, on the forty-fifth floor of a prestigious tower in the heart of Victoria City, far from the hustle and bustle of the streets below, the people had long since left for home saved for the two souls who remained to work on some important documents.

The night had gotten deeper, however, and work had been finished a couple of hours ago, and yet, the two stayed in the modish office, this time engaged in another urgent activity as the boss described it as such.

The bright lights had been switched off, replaced by a dim, hazy brilliance, casting shadows in the spacious room. The faint illumination, nonetheless, was enough to see the silhouette of the diligent staff working their way into each other in the most intimate of ways.

A hand lay flat against the glass wall, pushing against it as another one – a larger one covered it as two people tried their best to support themselves. The darkened room was silent saved for the monotonous humming of the air-conditioning and their pants as the two locked in a primitive embrace at the corner of the room. Their shirts were in total disarray while their lower clothing pooled around their feet.

”Wait – ah!” the smaller and slender figure in the shadows protested. Her creamy white skin radiated even in the darkness. She gasped when her lover pushed himself within her. He fully impaled his huge shaft as he crowed with pŀėȧsurė.

”I –”she added just as her lover took possession of her own throbbing nub in front, pressing on it in a deliciously torturous pace and all thoughts disappeared, her logic flying out the window.

Her would have been protests died in her lips, replaced by throaty cries as white-hot sensuality invaded her system, racking her body with its electrifying intensity.

”Mine…” she heard her lover whisper against her ear as she felt sharp teeth nibbling her lobe and her body shuddered, her mind focused on nothing but the bulbous shaft pushing, moving in and out of her softened core, hitting the sėnsɨtɨvė bundle of nerves over and over, driving her to the edge.

She was nearly there, she knew, and soon her toes curled up, her legs collapsing as she screamed her release, his sėx dripping white ribbons down her legs as she scratched the glass wall.

Weakened, she felt herself being lifted off her feet and consequently transferred to the huge oak desk. By the sounds she heard, her lover had haphazardly cleared his office table, but she didn't ponder on that. Lying flat on her back, her lover spread her legs as he stepped in between them. He stared intently at her eyes as he then wrapped her legs around his waist and almost immediately, she felt her lover's manhood within her once more.

”Oh…” her lover mȯȧnėd as he bent over her, his lips zeroing in on hers and she reached out; her hand clutched at his hair, pulling him against her as she felt another wave of pŀėȧsurė building up at the pit of her stomach.

”Oh God,” she whispered as she continued to pant, while her lover collapsed on top of her.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, each catching their breaths, feeling their heartbeats as they gradually normalized.

”Up,” she commanded and the man grinned in the shadows before he planted a playful kiss on her shoulder and lifted himself up. ”Close the drapes before you open the lights,” she added upon seeing the man's silhouette crossing the room for the switch.

”Why are you so worried? We're sky-high – no one would peek on us,” the man retorted but he followed anyway, pushing the buŧŧon that would close the drapes before switching on the lights.

Brightness flooded the room and the woman who remained lying flat on the table flinched, her arms automatically lifted, covering her face, blocking the sudden light which hurt her eyes.

”Oh, hello there Secretary Zhang,” the man greeted her mockingly and the woman, Ashley Zhang, slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head high enough to see him.

Her vision, however, was half blurry as she knew without a doubt that somehow, as they made love earlier, she had lost her other contact lens somewhere.

She could still see clearly with her other eye, however, and what she saw made her breath hitch. Her lover, with his six feet frame of rippling muscles, tanned skin and acres of powerful legs stood lazily against the wall near the switch where his pair of intelligent almond eyes surveyed her as she lay on the table. He was nȧkėd save for the unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt that he had on. He wore such a boyish grin on his small handsome face which had sent so many hearts aflutter, flashing that perfect set of white teeth of his and she swallowed hard seeing the huge manhood resting in between those sinewy thɨġhs.

She, on the other hand, wasn't that much to look at. Ashley was cursed with a slender body, regardless that she took pains on working out, she remained that – slender. Aside from that, she had a dislike of her own very fragile feature too with her doe-shaped eyes and a mop of black hair that was at this moment in total chaos. She knew that at this moment, she looked a total mess and a bout of insecurity ȧssailed her again.

Other than her milky white skin, she thought she had no other redeeming feature. So until now, she couldn't quite believe that the man – the godlike man before her was hers. Yes, Alex Li, her boss and her lover was hers.