Chapter 19 READ
His challenging gaze exerted an irresistible dominion over me. A moan escaped my lips as his own lips took me once more, more voraciously this time, pulling me to sit without breaking the intensity of the moment. With enviable skill, he removed my robe, leaving only the blue nightgown adorning my body. Patrik leaned back slightly, running his eyes over me with a daring smile.
“You look incredibly stunning,” Patrik declared, a proud gleam shining in his eyes. He threatened to resume the kisses, hovering inches from my lips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, but the kiss did not materialize. As I opened my eyes, I was met with his smile, and he backed away.
“Write!” he ordered, presumptuously, getting up to hand me a notebook, leaving me confused. “I...” I glanced at my posture angrily for falling into his provocations, quickly straightening up on the couch and grabbing the robe, which he snatched from my hands and threw into the fireplace. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I said write!” His eyes were merciless, maintaining the posture of the formidable businessman Mr. Morgan assumed in the company. “You know, I hate waiting.” I lowered my eyes to the computer, starting to write. His eyes never left me, occasionally coloring me with the intensities of the moment I was transcribing into my story, making it spicier and more engaging.
“I'm done...” I commented, turning the notebook toward him. “Good reading.” I threatened to get up, and he raised an eyebrow, staring at me and smiling.
“You're being a very rebellious apprentice, Mrs. Elisabeth. Should I punish you?” An intrusive thought arose, wondering what his punishments would be like. I bit my lips inwardly, reprimanding myself.
“How so, sir?” I pretended not to understand.
“I said I wanted to hear a story before bed. I didn't say I would read it. I thought I was clear. Read!” Patrik spoke firmly, stretching out on the couch and spreading his legs on each side around my body.
He closed his eyes, waiting with a serenity that made the imminent nature of what was to come unavoidable. I sighed, realizing there was no escaping it. My eyes wandered over his robust and well-defined body, moving up towards his shorts, where his bulge was undeniable. I swallowed hard, aware of the intensity of the moment.
“I feel your hungry eyes on me, Miss Elisabeth!” Patrik teased, making me blush instantly. I quickly turned to the computer, trying to hide my reaction. “Be a good girl and read before I decide to give you another lesson.”
“No need, sir!” I spoke hurriedly, returning to the text. “The mysterious man from the nightclub had landed on the bed with subtlety, his relentless lips tracing a dangerous path over my body, leaving each place they touched tingling with eagerness for more contact. He then looked at me seductively, his eyes fixed on my mouth. Despite being almost naked, it seemed to be the part of my body that caught his attention the most.”
I glanced up at Mr. Morgan to see if he was paying attention.
“I hear you fidgeting, but not reading. Continue, Miss,” he said drowsily, throwing his arms over his eyes and covering them.
I sighed, continuing:
“He stopped inches from my lips, running the tip of his tongue gently. Teasing seemed to be his goal; my longing was increasing along with my...” I bit my lips, widening my eyes as I realized what I was writing. It wasn't just the sensations of the character I was transcribing, but my own that were being awakened by the CEO.
“Excitement?” Patrik's husky voice was seductive, even sounding less arrogant than before. “I'm liking the direction the story is taking. Continue!”
I cleared my throat, running my hands through my hair and shifting in my seat. I leaned back on the couch, pressing my leg against Mr. Morgan's, who seemed unfazed. Furthermore, I returned to reading aloud:
“My excitement grew along with my anticipation of what would come next. The mysterious man toyed with my imagination, teasing it with some bold touches and the promise of touches that sometimes did not materialize...” I lowered my voice a bit, noticing Patrik's body relaxing more and more, guiding him into a deep sleep. “The problem with your games is that they are becoming dangerous. I already wished to feel more. The mysterious man seemed to read my mind, opening my mouth and leaving it slightly open. His tongue threatened to enter, remaining provocatively at the beginning. On impulse, I leaned forward, seeking more contact. He withdrew his advances, smiling: “Behave yourself; I'm the one who sets the rules!”
I stopped, looking again at Mr. Morgan, completely relaxed. I admired his features; the CEO's face was sculpted with striking characteristics that exuded confidence and authority. His smooth, highlighted tan skin highlighted the perfection of his well-groomed skin. The jawline was strong, with a meticulously trimmed beard, adding a hint of refined masculinity. The mouth, with the thick line of slightly full lips, was attention-grabbing, and a subtle dimple in the square chin made him more charming!
Damn, Mr. Patrik Morgan was tempting in every way! I sighed; it was totally inappropriate in that situation. Why didn't I go work for Carters? At least my boss would be a near-seventy-year-old dinosaur who only yelled at his executive secretaries, like all the normal CEOs I knew. But Mr. Patrik was not ordinary; he never was. So young, he achieved success and became the most coveted billionaire in Seattle, and who could blame women? His beauty seemed like that of an angel sculpted by God.
“Mr. Patrik? Are you awake?” I whispered, afraid of waking him up if he was sleeping, but no response was given. I leaned forward, placing my hand on the side of the couch near his hip. Leaning my body forward, I allowed my breasts to brush against his intimacy, trying to discern if he was indeed asleep.
I screamed as Mr. Morgan swiftly wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me further onto his body.
“Mrs. Elisabeth, it's tempting to feel your breasts so erect against my body!”Patrik smiled, adjusting my body over his in a provocative manner. “Do you realize how attractive you are?”
I tried to push myself up on his chest to stand up, but his arms around me kept me in place.
“If you weren't sleeping, why didn't you respond?” I growled, impatient and terrified by the proximity of the contact. If I were standing, my wobbly legs would have made me fall.
“I wanted to see what you would do… I was disappointed you didn't take advantage of me while I slept.”Patrik joked, smiling. “I couldn't resist the brushing of your breasts against this fabric, so thin and sexy.”
“Mr. Morgan!” I spoke louder, on alert. He held my nape, turning his body and placing me against the couch's upholstery, face to face with me.
“Mrs. Lis,” he whispered huskily, seductively, with predatory eyes. “Why do you deny what you feel?”