Chapter 24 Pure Bliss
Chapter 24 Pure Bliss
Everything seemed back to normal, and I was finally returning to work. The interview set the facts straight, and people sent us their best wishes and rooted for our marriage.
I fixed my desk and opened my computer to check for Cillian’s schedule today.
We had agreed to treat each other as colleagues at work, especially today, when Mr. Fujitaka would be visiting.
“Morning, Sloane.” Conrad, one of our project managers, sought my aid.
“Morning to you, too. Here are the numbers you need.” I handed the folders to him.
“Thanks, see you later.” He said, walking away.
The intercom buzzed, and I picked it up.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Come here, for a sec,” Cillian commanded. I stood in my chair and entered her private office.
“Yes. Anything I can do to help?
He raised his chin as my eyes searched for his.
“Thanks? See you later?” He said, What the hell?
“How did you know Conrad was at my desk?” I asked him.
What an obsessive husband I had! I glanced around the room, and there were no cameras in here, only a mirrored wall.
“Cillian? Are there cameras in here?”
“Never mind, you can leave.” He replied, dismissing me.
I sneered, “Oh, but I do mind, Cillian, what have you done?”
He picked up a remote from his desk and pushed a button, “Give me floor twenty-nine.” He commanded, and the mirrored wall turned into a screen.
I was lost for words. I married a man who can buy the latest technology.
The vision of my desk appeared, and there was Maria and all the people I shared the floor with.
What the actual hell?
“You’ve been watching me, Cillian? Since when?” I gaped at him.
His blue eyes held mine, “It turns me on.” He yanked my hand and placed it on his crotch, and his hard erection rocked my core.
We stared at each other and froze. The air left my lungs as desires filled the air.
His hand cupped my face, “I can’t, we are at work.” I whispered.
“I want you.” He begged, wrapping my hand around his length.
“You don’t always get what you want.” I breathed.
“I do, I always do, put me out of my misery, wife.”
He was so hot, so tempting
I didn't move. Cilian dropped his mouth to my collarbone and licked my neck. Goosebumps shot down my spine, overwhelmed by his flaming touch.
“I have to get back to work,” I said, removing my hand from his friend's pants.
My husband was so hard for me under his tree piece suit.
No, walk the hell away.
And I did.
I turned and walked on; before I knew it, I was back at my desk.
“Everything okay? You’re sweating.”
Maria noticed, oh, it was all good, my hot husband wanted to fuck me on his desk, and I said no.
Easy let down.
“It’s a little hot, the aircon is not working.” I fanned my hand to my face. I lied to Maria.
And I lied to myself. I wanted him too, all of him.
“Hmm,” Maria answered, giving a full-blown side eye.
I fell into my seat, visibly shaken. Arman, another friend in the office, murmured in my ears, “Did he try to—”
“Shh.” I put my finger to his lips, urging her to be silent.
My eyes went up to the ceiling, “Nothing happened.” I told both of them, gesturing to them to go back to their desks.
Freaking cameras, and Cillian!
I thought hard about the angle I saw on his stupid screen, and I found it a small thing. I gazed in that direction and glared at him.
I knew he was watching me! I could feel his eyes on my skin. What was he thinking watching me?
A shiver of excitement rushed through me, unwelcome and uninvited.
Did he still have a hard-on?
I tapped my cheek, getting myself back to work.
I felt like taking off my clothes, lying back on my desk, and opening my legs so he could really watch.
Could he hear what we’re saying? Is there audio on that thing?”
These dirty thoughts had to stop.
Bathroom break—I had to cleanse myself with water, which helped.
“So hot when your husband is your boss.” Arman, my gay office friend, giggled and teased me.
“Let’s talk later, not now, he can see us!” I said, grinding my teeth.
“Of course, he can see us, your husband is a god, he knows everything,” Maria added, smiling nonstop.
“What kind of God? What are you talking about?”
“A sex God!” Arman said, and I gasped at his remarks.
“Get back to work.” I sighed; my working mood was ruined, and I could feel my wetness.
I typed on the computer.
“Dear Sir,
Please meet me in the storage room,
Asap, I need you for some assessment and inspection.”
Sloane Grace Lewis
Executive Assistant / Montgomery Group Of Companies."
The office chat popped up not a minute after I sent him a message.
“Will be right there, right away,
Cillian King Montgomery
CEO/ President
Montgomery Group Of Companies”
I heard the storage room locked, and I turned to Cillian, his face came an inch away from mine.
“Don’t fight with me.” He muttered, he breathed me in, and licked my lips.
“Then behave,” I said, shutting my eyes, feeling his tongue in my mouth.
“Still Lewis in your company name, I see.” He grabbed my ass and squished it.
I moaned at the surreal sensation he was giving me.
His hand grounded me on his waiting erection, our kisses turning frantic.
He pushed me up against the wall, tore my skirt up, and slipped his thick fingers underneath my panties. His dark eyes hold mine.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I said in a rasped tone.
“Say my name. Wife.”
“I belong to you, Cillian.” His finger found my wetness.
“You are so soaked, aren't you?”
He pulled out his finger and licked, “So sweet, and so fucking mine.”
“Cillain,” I uttered, losing my voice in the sensation.
“Look at you, a mess for me.” He said, circling into my spot. My nails dug into his skin. I couldn't take it anymore.
“Look at me when you come,” I glanced up at him, my body convulsing.
“Yes, come for me, baby, tonight you're mine, Sloane, no more running away, Flower.”
With him was pure bliss and living in the moment.