Chapter 25 UNUSUAL DINNER
I decided to bake a carrot cake, complemented with chocolate sauce, and set the table, taking the liberty of choosing one of the wines I saw in the small, improvised cabin wine cellar. I didn't realize the hours were passing, but a clearing throat sound caught my attention. Furthermore, I turned my body in that direction, and there was my boss, stunning, just out of the shower in sweatpants and a sweater, slippers on his feet, and his hair styled with his fingers. It was such a magnificent sight that would make any woman stop breathing and contemplate, which was exactly what I was doing.
Regaining my composure and adjusting my embarrassed posture, I realized I was covered in flour on my clothes. Patrik approached, looking at the table, and smiled excitedly.
“If the taste is as good as the appearance and smell, you can poison me as much as you want.” He teased me, making me laugh.
“I wouldn't risk becoming unemployed.” I joked.
Patrik came closer, running his finger on my face near my mouth, cleaning the chocolate from my skin.
“Putting chocolate on yourself to be the dessert?” He raised his eyebrows provocatively, and I blushed, stepping back.
“I'm clumsy, remember?” I bit my lip shyly. “Well, you can serve yourself; if you'll excuse me, I'll take a shower.”
“Don't take too long; I'll wait for you!” Patrik sat back, relaxed, waiting.
“You don't have to, please, eat while it's hot.” I hurried to say.
“Mrs. Elisabeth, you better hurry before the food you worked so hard to make gets cold!” He shrugged, making it clear he wouldn't eat until I came back.
I nodded and quickly went upstairs, taking the fastest shower I had ever taken in my life. I put on a long dress to face the cold, remembering I didn't have any underwear to wear. Furthermore, I rubbed my temples, feeling uncomfortable.
I went downstairs quickly, seeing him sitting with a half-full glass and tapping his fingers on the table.
“Did I take too long?” I asked apprehensively.
“Not at all!” Mr. Morgan replied curtly. “Shall we? I don't like to covet and not be able to eat.”
I noticed the double meaning in his words, but I chose to ignore it. We started dinner talking about the contract points, some story predictions, and themes that would be popular this winter. The interaction was surprisingly light, considering that, in my three years at the publishing house, we had never talked beyond what was necessary.
I was so relaxed that I didn't realize I had drunk a bit too much. I had finished the wine bottle, laughing at some office gossip.
“No, Rachel and Rick? That can't be true!” The CEO chuckled.
“Yes, I'm surprised you'd be upset to find out your employees were caught making out in the file room.” I frowned, laughing at his reaction.
“What can I say? Desires cannot be contained. But were they really caught because of her intimate piercing? That kind of pain kills a man's mood!” He laughed, amused. “Where was I when this happened?”
“You were in Florida, sir, in a meeting with our model writer, Mr. Samuel!” I laughed, getting up, clearing the plates, cutting a slice of the cake I had made, and bringing it to the table for us.
“True, indeed, Samuel was an excellent acquisition, so I can't complain about missing out on this comical scene with my employees.” Patrik ate the cake calmly. “You cook very well; this dessert is wonderful. I think I'll skip the ghost and enjoy your talents.”
“Thank you, but I'll charge extra for that.” I joked.
Patrik grew serious, pulling the chair closer. He took the cake spoon from my hand and dragged my chair to his side, placing me close.
“How much will you charge to show me your other hidden talents?” Patrik's husky voice made me shiver. He leaned in the chair, smelling my neck and lightly biting the tip of my ear.
His daring hand landed above my knees, lifting the dress a bit up to the middle of my thighs, where he sensually squeezed, leaving the area tingling with desire.
“Mr. Morgan...” I sighed, throbbing between my legs, feeling warmer from the wine. “That's not what I implied; I'm not that kind of woman.”
“That's why you're so interesting, Mrs. Elisabeth.” Patrik squeezed firmer, making a moan escape my lips. Resting his forehead against mine, he sighed, moving his hands up and letting his fingertips dangerously approach my intimacy. “Spread your legs!”
He ordered, my body reacting to his commands, obedient. I spread my legs, clearing the way for him.
“Good apprentice!” The CEO whispered, biting my lower lip and moving his fingers closer to my intimacy. He went to the groin, squeezing and massaging subtly. “Do you like massages?”
I looked at him, sighing and trying to pull back, but he pressed his teeth harder on my lips, keeping me in place.
“Answer!” Mr. Morgan ordered sharply; even his ruthless voice made me throb with desire.
“Yes...” I murmured, our lips still together.
“Yes, what?” He growled, biting my mouth again and pressing his fingers harder on my groin.
“Yes, I like massages!” I moaned in response.
Moving his hand boldly, Patrik teased the tips of his fingers at my entrance, squeezing my sensitive spot and pressing lightly downward. I moaned at the sensation, trembling.
“Seems like you enjoy a massage here too...” He teased huskily, threatening to enter a finger.
Pulling me by the nape, he claimed my lips in an intense, possessive, and voracious kiss, exploring every corner, biting, and sucking my tongue. Without warning, two fingers provocatively entered, moving in and out, while his thumb deliciously massaged my most sensitive spot.
Moaning between our lips without breaking the kiss, matching his rhythm with my hips, needing more of his touch, making him smile with every breath between the kiss, increasing the intensity. I felt like I was about to explode. I tried to break the moment; his other hand grabbed my nape firmer, biting my lower lip hard and sucking it, breathless.
“Don't even think about escaping.” Patrik spoke sensually, pressing my sensitive spot even more and taking my lips again.
I exploded into a beautiful orgasm, having spasms in my legs from such intensity. Panting, still kissing him, I pulled his hair, deepening my tongue and pushing him back, sitting on his lap. Smiling, the CEO grabbed my butt, squeezing firmly and lifting the dress more, leaving my skin completely exposed.