Chapter 20 DO NOT DENY!
“What am I feeling?” I widened my eyes, surprised by the intensity of the sensation running through my body.
With a teasing smile, Patrik slid his hands between my legs, applying pressure calculatedly and exploring sensitive spots without directly touching my intimacy. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he moistened his attractive lips, giving me a provocative massage on my thigh, dangerously close to my center.
“Yes, this heat you're feeling... I can tell you're wet without even touching where you desire.” He murmured, intensifying the proximity and challenging me to succumb to the stimuli. I contained a moan as I felt the pulsating desire.
“I...” I tried to contain my response, but a moan threatened to escape between my lips. I tried to move his hands away, but Patrik seemed to be amused by my resistance. He withdrew his hands, placing them over mine and guiding them to the area of the massage.
“Do you usually pleasure yourself?” He asked directly, with his eyes narrowed. “To give pleasure, you need to know how to pleasure yourself.”
I closed my eyes shyly at the question, trying to pull my hands away, but he kept them firm, dangerously moving them towards the entrance.
“Do you like massages?” Patrick asked huskily. “Like this?”
Pressing a finger on my hand, he touched my sensitive spot. A spasm and tremor ran through my body with his boldness. I felt pulsating between my legs as he continued guiding my hand in circular massages on my intimacy. I sighed, giving in to desire and pulling his hand even more for direct contact, not just over my hands.
Patrik didn't avert his gaze from me; I felt his penetrating gaze even with my eyes closed. I realized I was giving in too much to the moment. The sudden thought hit me: He is my boss!
I pushed his hand abruptly, surprising him, and quickly escaped. I didn't look back, running straight to the bedroom, where I slammed the door and slid down it, trying to calm down the fast beats of my heart.
“Damn it, Elisabeth, you're giving in!” I scolded myself, still feeling the pulsating between my legs and wishing for more than what we were doing. I decided to grab a book I had brought in my bag to read, since my notebook was in the living room and I wouldn't risk going to get it. Nervous, I wondered if Mr. Morgan would go through all the pages I had already written, the bold details...Shit! I cursed mentally, appealing to the saint of daring writers to protect me from my boss's malicious mind. I sighed deeply, heading for the bed and diving into a world of fantasy where an alpha wolf found his destined one, starring in an atypical love affair where the difference was present. Furthermore, I didn't know how long I stayed immersed in reading, but eventually I fell asleep, being awakened by soft knocks on the door, accompanied by whispers at the entrance.
“Mrs. Lis, are you awake?” Mr. Patrik's husky voice echoed.
“Hmm? I am now, Mr. Morgan... Is something wrong?” I asked sleepily, looking through the window and realizing it was still night.
“Yes, something's wrong. You didn't finish your reading, and I can't sleep!” The seriousness in his voice made my eyes widen before furrowing my brow.
“Mr. Patrik, what time is it? You must be joking. You're an adult man; find a way to sleep without disturbing your tired secretary.” Despite my efforts to maintain a professional tone, the fatigue was evident. I turned to the side, pulling the blankets, and turned my back to him, closing my eyes.
I gasped when I felt him settle into the bed next to me, pushing me to the edge.
“Mr. Morgan, for heaven's sake, what are you doing?” I spoke sharply, turning on the bedside lamp.
“Following your advice and finding an adult way to deal with my insomnia!” Patrik replied amused, pulling the pillow and adjusting it for both of us, reaching out his arm to beckon me with the other hand. “Come on, let's rest this afternoon.”
I stood still, staring at him in shock, stunned. I cleared my throat, breathing deeply, and asked any entity on duty for wisdom not to lose my balance and explode with anger at this invasion of my room.
“Sir, is there a problem with your bed that prevents you from resting in it?” I kept my tone calm, although inside I was trembling with anger at this invasion.
“Yes, my favorite writer isn't in it.” He shrugged, as if his behavior were completely normal. I rubbed my eyes, exhausted from his games, and tilted my head to the side, watching him lie down, relaxed, still with his arms stretched out, waiting for me.
“If I read to you, will you go to your room and leave me alone?” I asked seriously, sighing deeply.
“No, you're tired; reading won't be as fun...I have a better idea.” Patrik sat up, pulling me onto the bed and bringing me close to him, wrapping his arms around my body. He whispered in my ear, “Now, be a good girl and turn off the light. We need to rest to work tomorrow. I heard your boss is terrible!”
“Mr. Morgan, is your goal on this trip to get me into bed?” I turned to him seriously. “You're an attractive man, you know that, and your history with numerous models doesn't deny your beauty... You know the professional conflict we have, so...”
I bit my lips, gathering courage to continue.
“Ask...” He leaned in, speaking softly, almost in a whisper.
“Why are you doing this to me? I've told you I'm not going to sleep with you!” I concluded, feeling my face blush, that the dim light of the bedside lamp reflecting the color on my face.
“First, miss...We've already slept together in your apartment.” Patrik smiled, mixing amusement with boldness. “Second, I want to get to know you better; I don't care about protocols or professional conflicts!”
I sat up in bed, but he pulled me back forcefully, turning over my body and positioning his hands on each side of my head.
“I care; it's my career and image we're talking about; you can't play or manipulate my life!” I yelled in his face, nervously trembling.
“Miss Elisabeth, I've already told you, I don't have time to waste!” He adopted the stern tone of a CEO, making my eyes widen and immediately ceasing the trembling that had taken over me when his words echoed. “I'm not going to harm your career or image; on the contrary, I'm willing to propel your life hastily, whether you like it or not!”
I turned my face, avoiding his analytical eyes, squirming under him. Although my mind was furious with the control he exerted, my body reacted in the opposite way, eager for his touches and the warmth of his body, making my intimacy throb.
“And what justifies coming to my bed in the middle of the night?” I whispered, nervously biting my lips.
Patrik stroked my hair, smelling my neck, before turning my face to meet his bright eyes.
“I need to have a good night's sleep to be ready to impart all the knowledge I possess.” He smiled. “I'm a dedicated instructor.”
“You're taking advantage of the situation.” I retorted, frowning.
“No, I'm awakening in you the desires that you said would awaken.” Patrik moved closer to my lips, brushing his against mine, running his hands through my hair, and playing with the tips of his fingers over my nightgown. “Whenever you write, I want you to close your eyes and remember these contacts, these sensations, the yearnings, the agony of your body for more... I want you to write so deeply about every desire that your readers can feel just by reading your words!”