Chapter 73 I want more
Giovanni feared that there might be a part in Roger that still longed for Tonia and hence his reason for holding back justice but Roger smiled evilly.
It wasn’t as if he had no plans in forcing the truth out of Tonia but just because he was too focused on mending things with Karen.
Besides, Karen was the one who almost died and as such, deserves to have her own style of revenge.
“No, but I prefer to move at Karen’s pace. Don’t worry, they shall all be brought to justice but do you have any proof for me?”
Every evidence was taken away that day and now he knew who was behind it all. “Of course. Karen was unconscious by then but they had it all recorded,” Giovanni revealed to Roger’s relief.
“But son, you might not like some of the content and will need to be prepared.” With how the Dawsons valued their women, Giovanni knew that Roger’s anger might explode if he sees exactly how Karen was molested.
Those fools were secretly recording to give to Tonia and all that served as evidence against her.
Tonia went too far in trying to harm Karen and she would pay with her life. Roger was tensed by his father’s words but if anything, he would only be prepared to watch the said video after Karen finishes her exams.
“Thanks dad, you have always been the best.”
“The contract has been renewed,” Dahlia announced excitedly when Roger ended the call. He turned around and instructed Dahlia. “Inform HR to give a one-month salary as bonus for everyone who worked overtime tonight.”
Securing their huge partnership was a great deal and as such, one month salary bonus for everyone who partook was not too much for Roger.
The cyber team plus his secretary’s salary per month would amount to a little over two million and that wasn’t too much for their hardwork.
Dahlia left with a smile on her face. Most of these high earning companies would have organized parties but in RD Group, the bosses understood that everyone’s needs were different.
By giving bonuses, the staff would use it for what they need and not what the employers think they want. “On it,” she smiled and left, thanking God for going by Karen’s rules.
As soon as the door closed, Karen turned to Roger and though tired looking, her question stunned him.
“And how much are you paying me, considering I haven’t studied much for my upcoming exams tomorrow?”
It was already pass midnight so she had just today to prepare for her exams tomorrow but somehow, her fatigue made her look sexy to Roger, as he leaned in.
His fingers snaked under her thighs, as he lifted and dropped her on the table in front of him. Gently, he removed her shoes and began to massage her little feet.
“Ahh, this feels so good,” Karen moaned, throwing her head backwards.
“Hmm,” Roger smirked. “I haven’t even started, my sweet, little wife.” his hands caressed her smooth legs, rising to her thighs, as he pulled down her panty, Karen gasped and caught his hand, her face red.
“What are you doing?” She asked shyly, Roger pulled her closer. “Giving you your reward, boss.”
Karen was caught off guard when he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue delving into her intimate parts and flicking her clitoris. A moan escaped Karen as she grabbed his hair. "
Ah," she moaned, "deeper, I want you inside me, Stallion."
Her moans spurred Roger on, his tongue delving deeper and his fingers caressing her breast through her clothes as Karen's release gushed out. She panted as if she had just run a marathon.
Roger pulled her onto his lap, embracing her shivering form as his hot breath tickled her ears. "How do you like my reward for your hard work?"
Karen took a deep breath, recovering from her release as she kissed him fiercely on the lips. “I want more.”
With a smirk, Roger slid his hand underneath her and unbuckled his pants, his hard member thrusting into her. The force penetrating through her walls caused a pleasurable moan to escape her, as their moans began to blend together.
“I love you, Kitten, I really do,” Roger said through pants as they released together. Karen smiled at him before dropping her head on his shoulder, giving in to exhaustion.
The office was big enough, and he could have easily requested a mobile bed or used the couch in his office, but the closeness was something he didn’t want to let go of, allowing themselves to remain like that.
As sleep was about to steal him, his phone rang, and as he was about to silence it to not wake Karen, he accidentally answered it without checking the caller. “Who is this?”
A familiar voice sounded in his ears. “Mr. Dawson, it’s me, Ryan. Can we talk please? I know it’s late but this is urgent.”