CHAPTER 35

**CHLOE DUARTE**

The sound of the slap is loud, but James doesn't seem to care about that sort of thing at this point as he begins another sequence of slaps on my ass which burns with the force of his hand.

I sigh loudly feeling the man of every woman's dreams fuck me harder and harder, I close my eyes moaning softly feeling his hand grip my neck from behind forcing me to lift my head and stand with my hips higher than before.

“James, please!", I groan wanting more and more and he doesn't deny me this as he moves away from me quickly.

I feel my body being lifted off the table and seconds later I am with my body against the clear glass of the large living room window, my eyes meeting the busy city outside wondering if anyone downstairs or in another building can see us here.

But by then I too have lost all control left inside me, I feel my body completely sweaty and my skirt clinging and wrapped around my waist as James turns me to face him and picks me up on his lap.

My legs circle his bare waist again this time feeling his hard cock nudge my entrance again, and when he penetrates me again my moans are muffled by his mouth which is soon against mine.

My body is manipulated by his hands as if I were his property, our tongues meet and mingle with each other as our bodies collide.

When the air begins to rush, we end the kiss and with my head leaning against the glass behind me I stare into James' blue eyes that seem to be on fire.

“What is it about you that drives me completely insane, Chloe?", he asks moaning with his face against my neck where he licks and sucks my skin again.

This time the second orgasm doesn't take long to come, my hands find James' back and I don't control myself as I dig my fingernails deep into his skin, he moans shuddering as I do this and I join him reaching the peak in his arms.

James presses me tighter against his own body moaning loudly this time with his face close to mine, I am completely delighted as I watch his handsome face twitch which he also enjoys.

My arms encircle his neck as his head lays on my shoulder, I close my eyes for a second catching my breath and enjoying the moment after the exotic and delicious sex with the man I most desire in this world.

But unfortunately this moment doesn't last long, because soon James seems to come to his senses and releases me on the floor, I slide down his arms trying to decipher the expression he has on his face now.

Is it regret?

He doesn't look me in the eye as he walks away to discard the used condom and straighten his clothes, I stand still in the same place feeling like an idiot.

We were having fun and were carried away by the moment, but it seems that reason, conscience, and the ability to think more clearly have returned in each of us.

We really shouldn't have done this, but it's over and there's absolutely nothing more we can do to change it, I watch him adjust all the buttons on his white shirt before walking to the door and sighing.

“Get dressed and ready, we're leaving in fifteen minutes, Miss Duarte!", this is the only thing he says to me before opening the door and quickly leaving as if it never happened.

I frown, irritated and hurt at the same time by his unusual reaction, even though I knew I wanted this, at this moment I feel used.

I snort, fixing my hair before hurrying to fix my skirt and put on the remains of my clothes and it is at this moment that I realize that the asshole has taken my panties again.

I curse softly heading to the bathroom to fix my appearance before grabbing my purse and leaving my office to find James chatting about something with the watery receptionist.

Even for the short time I have worked as his assistant, I have never seen James Colucci smile at another woman in his presence, but this is happening now and in front of me.

I feel something aching inside me when I see my asshole boss flashing a wide smile at the blonde who says something laughing to him, I stop seeing that neither of them has noticed my presence yet and I take this opportunity to notice the posture of the blonde who thrusts her bust on the counter in James' direction.

What kind of asshole is he now?

I control the anger building inside me as I walk briskly across the hall, hearing the loud sound of my heels echoing off the floor as I pass them and stop in front of the elevator with my back to both of them.

“We can go now, Mr. Colucci!", to add to my anger I wait for one of them to dare to give me a cheeky answer, but am surprised to see him standing next to me seconds later.

Neither of us says a word as the metal doors open and we enter together into the metal box that seems too small for the two of us.

I just wonder what the hell his problem is now, less than 15 minutes ago he was moaning my name and now he can't even look me in the eye.

“Is there something wrong with me?", I ask, breaking the silence and staring at his face which is fixed on the elevator doors.

“Not that I know of, Miss Duarte!", he says in an automatic tone, but he knows what I am referring to at this moment.