CHAPTER NINE
Nyx's POV.
Judging from what Evander looks like right now, I can tell he's either had filthy thoughts or watched something naughty.
I can't resist the chance to tease him because I know he's weak right now, which makes it more fun for me.
I move closer to him, lowering my zipper even more to reveal more cleavage and his eyes hungrily drops to my chest, taking in every bit of skin he can see.
"Don't you want to feel good? I promise…I'll suck softly," I whisper in his ears and he stiffens, taking fast breaths.
My hands graze over his thick suit, smoothening down his chest area, watching his eyes follow my every move.
I slowly trail the curves of my boobs, folding them together and dropping them.
Evander's eyes glisten like he's yearning to have them in his mouth.
My hands slowly reach out to him again, trailing down his body until they settle on his crotch, and goddamn, he's so hard.
I start rubbing him softly and that's when he grips my hand, his firm tight and warning.
"If you ever touch me again, I'll make sure you regret it," He declares, even though his eyes say otherwise.
I break my hand free, rounding them under my boobs, "If you didn't want me touching you, why'd you not stop me?"
He frowns at me but he doesn't speak.
Just what I expected.
I shake my head, a small smirk playing along my lips, "Honestly, I think you're just trying so hard to resist me. You know you want me," I say tactly.
I don't mind having him either–sexually of course, I don't imagine anything else. In fact, I can't.
He scoffs, "I'd rather die celibate than be fucked by a woman who looks like the duchess of doom."
Ouch.
I don't care though.
I love my style and if he doesn't like gothic, then he's just boring.
I breathe a laugh, "What makes you think I'm not?"
Evander stared at me with a confused expression and then shakes his head as he proceeds to his executive chair.
"I wonder why the hell I even agreed to give you this job," he mutters.
"Because I'm Nyx. I get exactly what I want. And you're next in line." He glares at me and grins, smoothening my hair behind my ears to reveal my helix piercing.
He drops his phone, and starts going through files.
I lift a hip, resting it on his table, "Aren't you a little curious to see what my fingers can do besides typing on keyboards?"
He stops typing, "Miss Nyx, get your ass off my table."
I smirk, "And put it on you? You don't have to say that twice."
I rounded his table, stopping behind his executive chair. I lean forward, stopping behind his ears and his fruity cologne wafts through my nostrils.
"I can touch you while you work, make you lose focus in minutes, and I know you want that." I whisper in his ears, licking his earlobe.
He perks up, glancing over his shoulders, "This isn't one of your adult videos Nyx Arden! So you better stay in that employee character and quit slutting around me!" He snaps.
I blink back, tilting my head to the side, wow.
He already found out?
Interesting.
The game just got even better.
My lips part, but then his laptop flickers light and when my eyes dart towards the device, I notice the paused video on his phone.
I gasp softly, "So that's how you knew!" I bob my head, pointing to his phone.
Evander quickly snaps his head to the side, picking up his phone and slipping it into his pocket.
His face splits with embarrassment as he turns away from me, "If you didn't want people coming across the video, you shouldn't have indulged in such a disgusting profession."
God help me–I will smack his head into his laptop if he doesn't stop acting like a moral police.
"I have no problem with my videos. I'm just surprised that you watch me." I point out, still standing behind him.
"There's a perfect reason for–"
"Shut it."
He bangs a fist onto his table, "I'm your boss goddamit, why won't you accord me with respect?"
"Maybe because you don't accord people with respect? You look at everyone with such judgemental eyes like everyone's supposed to be a boring, basic human like you." I taunt him, now standing at his side.
His eyes darken, "Get out of my office, right now."
His jaws are clenching, and his expression is icy but none of that scares me.
"Not until I take care of what I caused," I say, pointing to his boner.
He rises from his chair, swinging his hand forward to grab my arm but I wrap my hands around his waist, pressing his bulge against my abdomen.
I rub myself against it slowly, "I can do exactly what I did to that guy to you." He softens in my grip, his cock twitching even more and I take that as the cue to continue.
"All you have to do is say yes," I whisper, dropping my hands to his ass and giving it a tight squeeze.
He freezes.
And then he grabs my neck, pulling me into a hot kiss.