Chapter 14 His Possessiveness
ANGELICA'S POV
To say the last two days have been awkward would be an understatement. Every time I go to report to my bosses about their schedule, I can't help but think about what Dylan said to me.
I know he was being earnest about it. I could feel it in his eyes.
I wanted to believe that I didn't want to give into his temptation, lift my skirt right now, bend over that dark desk of his, and let him fck me. I swear I was trying my best to control my emotions.
I looked at Dylan, who was busy typing something on his laptop. As much as I hated to believe it, I wanted this between us. I was craving it.
He must've said that momentarily because he was tipsy after the party or because he felt pity for me, but my thoughts were only in one direction.
I wanted him like a woman needs a man in bed.
With a sigh, realizing where my thoughts were taking me again, I turned around and left the office cabin, which was suffocating me because of my growing need for them.
Yes.
Them.
This was the primary reason I couldn't put my mind around the situation.
I wanted Dylan, but he wasn't the only one I craved. I wanted Ericson, too.
The need for them confused me. I just probably needed a dck inside me at this point, or that was what I have been telling myself to calm my horny horses.
A year of not having sx can really do things to you, no?
"Are you not going to eat with us today either?" Ericson suddenly whispered into my ears from behind, and I nearly squealed, jumping in my place and almost dropping my phone in the process.
However, he had good reflexes and grabbed it before it could hit the ground. As he picked my phone, he involuntarily came so close to me that when he stood straight, his chest and manhood rubbed into me.
As if the visuals weren't enough for me to imagine unmentionable things about them, he had to rub into me. I gritted my teeth before turning around, my breath hitching when I saw his face up so close.
He didn't move. I was stuck between him and my desk, and as much as I hate my mind that had probably thought about more innuendos this week than my entire life, I couldn't help but think about how his manhood was pressing into me. My core throbbed at the feeling. My vagina once again started aching with the need to be filled with that organ that was pressing into me.
I wanted to moan his name, moan his name so loud that he would understand how much my body was yearning for this.
If only he could drop his pants, let me sit on the desk, rip my panties open -
I was harshly brought out of my thoughts when he cleared his throat. His eyes were dark as they looked at me, and I gulped.
It was as if he almost knew what I was thinking because the next thing I knew, he stepped closer to me, making my brasts pressed against his.
My heartbeat started picking up pace, and I tried to look at anything but him. But was it really possible when he was standing right in my face?
"What is it that makes you so comfortable around Dylan but anxious and nervous around me?" He asked, and I looked at him, confused.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
Did I hear it right?
"Why is your heart beating so fast when I am near you? I can feel your heart drumming against my chest right now," he said with a plain voice, and I didn't know if his stoic self even realized the meaning behind what he was saying or doing.
"That's because you are my boss and the serious one?" I tested my answer even though I knew it was absurd.
I feel more anxious around Ericson because he seems like the tough one. From the day I signed the contract with him to today, I have seen him more serious and quiet than Dylan.
Besides, could I tell him what was going on and why my heart was drumming like this without sounding like a slt who was crushing over her bosses?
"I can be the fun one too. It depends on the person I am being with," he looked into my eyes, and I bit my lips subconsciously.
I really wanted to cross my legs right now to stop the wetness from my core from leaking into my panties. I hate being wet like this, and for some reason, I have been constantly wet since I met these boys.
I sighed and hummed subconsciously.
We didn't speak for a long time, and I was starting to feel more awkward as my mind went haywire.
"If I want to stand this close to you, feel your heart beating against my chest because it's strangely calming me, would it be called sexual harassment at the workplace?" Ericson cupped my jaws, rubbing his thumb on my cheeks.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, but it was a bad decision since his intoxicating scent wafted through my nostrils, making it even harder for me to concentrate.
Sexual harassment? Heck, you can push me down on that table, rip my clothes open and fck me as hard you want to, and I won't complain, I swear.
It's not sexual harassment if the other party wants to do it more than you. I wanted to scream this in his face but held back my tongue at the end.
"Are you there?" He brought his hand down, massaging the junction between my neck and shoulders with his thumb, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
I looked at the man wide-eyed, who looked least bothered, and continued what he was doing.
My gaze traveled to his lips for a minuscule second as I supported myself on the desk since my legs felt like Jello.
"Mi Vida," he whispered, forcing my gaze back from his lips to his eyes. I widened my eyes in shock when I saw his eyes almost glowing.
I am sure it wasn't the sunlight penetrating through the large blinds or any reflection. His eyes were glowing so prominently that it almost felt like they were actually changing colors.
I couldn’t help but freeze in my place. What was going on?