Sky POV
Her kisses were something I couldn't comprehend. They were soft, slow, sweet, and sensual. The whole of me was already melting for her touch. I was arching my back, signaling her to touch me already — I was dying.
Deep down, I was already wet. I was actually soaked. I could feel it. I was letting out these low moans — they were too much for me to keep in. I began grinding against her body, showing her that I needed more.
She let go of my face, and her hands began roaming around my body, touching all my sensitive parts one by one. She moved her lips away from mine, giving me tiny wet kisses, then licked and sucked on my neck. I felt my soul leave my body for a second. She was so good at it.
Who was this diva? I asked myself.
She then moved toward my left ear and licked it — this almost ended me.
"I need you, please," I begged through my moans.
She paused, then pulled away, looking at me. I swear I saw her smirk in the dark.
"We have all night, cupcake," she smirked.
I lifted myself from the bed and met her juicy, full lips again for another breathtaking kiss. Her lips were so addictive — I didn't want them to part from mine for even a second.
This time around, the kiss was intense and a bit rough. I loved it regardless. Our tongues were coiled together, exploring each other's insides. She tasted so sweet — her breath had a hint of mint and some beer.
Girl, ravage me already. Waste me.
I began unbuttoning her shirt. Her fragrance smelled so good — I wanted it all over me. I dropped her shirt to the floor, and there they were, all pointed in my direction — beautiful, pink, and yummy, just as I had imagined under that shirt.
They looked so soft — I wanted to squeeze the hell out of them and maybe leave some print marks if possible. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
"Can I touch those?" I hesitated.
"Sure, cupcake."
My eyes lit up. I grabbed one tit gently and began to massage it. Damn — it felt just like I had expected. This made her bite her lower lip as she looked at me.
I moved to her nipple and started drawing circles on it as I pulled it a bit.
Damn, I want those in my mouth now, my mind screamed.
Ding ding ding—my 6:30 a.m. alarm could be heard ringing from afar. Ding ding... it was getting a little closer and closer.
I lifted my sheets, which felt a bit drenched with sweat from my body, then searched for my alarm on the side table with my hand without looking.
"Fuck no. It can't be time already… damn."
I then sat up slowly on my bed.
"Damn, that was one hell of a dream… me with a woman?? Who was that diva? Her face wasn't clear, probably because I was drunk in the dream."
"This company can do better than this," I said, looking at everyone thoughtfully after my presentation.
"Of course it can. And about your proposal—explain it further," Dad said.
"My proposal is simple. We just need to add a few more departments here and there so our company can grow bigger than this."
"I understand. And what departments do you want to be added?" Mr. Smith, one of the shareholders, asked.
"Like cosmetics. Since we deal in women's clothing and shoes, we can add that too."
"That's a fruitful idea. I love it."
"Me too," said Mrs. Meyer, another shareholder.
By the end of the meeting and presentation, everyone had agreed on my new plan. This made me feel a little proud of myself.
On getting out of the boardroom, there she was Electra—standing, leaning against a wall.
When Electra saw me, she straightened up, then began walking toward me. She was wearing a well-tailored black suit, hair tied neatly into a bun, looking all professional.
She was a beautiful woman. Regardless of all this drama , she had a nice build and beautiful features—full lips, hazel eyes. Damn, that color made me fold a little, but I wasn't falling for it.
As she got closer, her body was screaming aura. She was now standing about two feet from me.
"Let me help you with those," she offered, referring to the files I was holding.
"No, thank you," I said, walking away. But I could feel her eyes on me. That wasn't so good of me—but I didn't care.
I felt her following me, taking slow but steady steps. Damn. I was already hating this.
I reached my office, opened it, and entered. My stomach growled.
Damn, I'm starving. When did I last get a full meal?
It was almost lunchtime. I placed the files on my table, then turned to look at Electra.
"I'm hungry," the words just escaped from my mouth.
"So?" she shrugged.
"I'm going out to eat."
"Okay."
"I'm going alone."
"No, ma'am. You either go with me or have your lunch from here."
"Hell no."
She looked puzzled for a second.
"Let's get going," I said, grabbing my handbag from the table and handing her my car keys as I led the way