Chapter 264: Caught
The day came fast and highly anticipated, as Stella, in spite of her hard front, ended up feeling at a great loss with Matteo absent. Without knowing, she had grown accustomed to sleeping off in his arms, and waking up to sweet treatments from him. And now that she thought of it, the idea of moving in with him did not seem so bad.
She walked into the office, almost floating off her feet with excitement as she closed the distance to the elevator. However, just as the doors were about to close, a foot donning a pair of leather black oxford, stepped between the gap, wedging the doors and stepping in—Matteo.
Her legs felt like jelly, gradually melting under low flames that were building up in their midst. Memories of the elevator moments at San Francisco suddenly flooded her mind, filling her with a burning urge to feel them once again—except this time, the situation was different. They were in an office environment, and they stood every risk of being seen.
Does he mind being caught? The thought graced her mind along with all of the other improper ones. With her peripheral vision, she observed him, hoping to notice some sort of reaction to being in the same enclosed space with her.
"Whatever’s going through your mind, is also what’s going through mine." When he made the statement, she turned to meet his gaze, and he was smiling knowingly. She turned away from him, fighting back the smile that broke out on her lips. A few moments later, the doors parted open and they made their way to his office.
"Lucky for both of us, you are the secretary, and I’m your boss. Now, come here." He whispered huskily, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her tenderly. He used his thumb to caress her lips, pressing his gently in a lover’s kind of kiss that made her core heat up with need.
"Mm, Mat—we’re going to get caught," She whispered against his lips, with her hands. She gently nudged herself out of his grip, but he held firm, refusing to let go.
"Then there will be no choice but to let the whole world know." He replied, abandoning her lips and trailing past her cheek, to her neck, and then to her collarbone. Her stretchy V-neck gown gave him ample access to her sensitive parts. He plunged his teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder, his hands riding up toward her breasts and kneading softly.
"Goddamn it, Stella, did you choose this gown on purpose?" His breath caressed the spot that he had just bitten, triggering a mild spasm in her. She brought her hands to his waist and clenched his clothes tightly.