Chapter 6 Emily Harris

• "Where do you think you're going?"
• He keeps walking and stops right in front of me, grabbing my arm. But I resist his attempt and just shake my head.
• "I'd rather leave, Mr. Walker. I don't think this will work out!" I speak confidently.
• I didn't expect a romantic involvement, but at least I wanted him to take me to a neutral place, not his slaughterhouse.
• "I believe I've already told you that when it's just the two of us, call me Noah," he tilts his head and grabs the knot that holds my blouse in place, pulling and releasing the tie. In a surprise, I hold it so he doesn't see my breasts.
• "Don't you dare do that," I look at him with fury, but he just smiles and gets even closer, while I try to tie the knot again.
• His gaze is intense, and I know what he's going to do. I feel cornered, but I'm getting excited by his proximity, especially by his touch on my skin. His fingers slide from my shoulder to my wrist, pulling me towards his chest.
• I feel like my legs and arms want to stay there, trapped between his arms. But a little bit of sanity screams inside me.
• If he wants me in his bed, it should be one where he hasn't slept with several women.
• "Please let me go, I won't stay in your slaughterhouse," he looks confused by my reaction and releases me from his arms.
• "Why do you think this is my slaughterhouse and not my actual home?" I pick up my purse from the floor and see that he seems a bit frustrated but doesn't come closer.
• I keep looking at him, he keeps his eyes on my face, and that same sexual tension that was present in the office is now hovering between us again. I look at him with that well-groomed beard, those blue eyes desiring me, and I can't resist his charm. I drop my purse on the floor again and press my lips against his, which are calling for me."
• He willingly accepts my initiative, I feel his hand holding the back of my neck and returning the kiss I gave him, his tongue seeks entry as my hands roam his chest and manage to remove his jacket from his shoulders and he lets it fall to the ground, his lips begin to explore every inch of my face and he moves down along my jawline and down to my neck, I let out a moan as his strong hands squeeze my breast, in a quick motion he lifts me off the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist, and we head towards the large sofa in his living room.
• The skirt that was clinging to my thighs bothers me a bit and I pull it up a little more, he runs his hands over where the black stockings I was wearing began, he stops kissing me and unties the bow that I had just redone, but once again the damn consciousness screams in my head.
• "Wait, not here," I get up from his lap and try to fix myself, he seems confused and even irritated.
• "Emily, what's the problem, just tell me," I turn to face him while adjusting my blouse.
• "I'm not just anyone, for you to fuck me where you've already slept with the whole city and..." He doesn't even let me finish speaking, he gets up from the sofa, grabs my wrist, and pulls me inside the house.
• We walk through the corridors and stop in one of the rooms, he opens the door and I am surprised by the stunning view it has, Lake Michigan is right in front of us and the scenery is beautiful, if at any moment I was irritated, that wonderful view completely disarmed me.
• He lets go of my wrist and I enter that room to admire the view in front of me, he approaches and I can see from the reflection in the glass that he takes off his shirt from inside his pants, removes his tie, and throws it at my feet.
• "We're in my house, I can't explain why, so don't ask me why I brought you here," even without turning around, the tone of his voice reassures me.
• He looks very seductive and I turn to admire his body as he takes off his shirt, and when I turn around my eyes land on a picture frame on the bedside table, I am surprised by what I see, but I try not to let it show.
• He walks towards me and his fingers touch my cheek, they descend to my neck causing a shiver, all this seduction game he was playing was making me increasingly wet, this time I let him take off my blouse, I raise my arms and he removes it from my body.
• My breasts are exposed, and my smile is one of satisfaction as I see that he likes what he sees, I turn my back so that he can take off my skirt and in a few seconds it is piled at my feet.
• My black lingerie matches the stockings I'm wearing and my heels create a perfect image of a sensual woman ready to make any man fall at her feet, but I don't want my boss to fall in love, maybe just a casual fuck sometimes, but I don't want a relationship right now, I'm not ready for that.
• He leans against me and I feel his erection pressing against my ass, a gentle kiss on my shoulder surprises me, he runs his hand around my waist, touches my belly, and delicately moves down until he reaches my intimacy, he starts massaging me over my lingerie.
• My breathing becomes erratic, and my mind is clouded at this moment, I just want him to give me everything I believe I will receive, his breathing is as fast as mine and I'm certain that a certain desperation has already taken hold of him.
• " I know you desire me as much as I desire you. Yesterday, I almost lost myself in the taste of your mouth. I am becoming thirsty to taste every inch of you, Emily. " His voice, rough and full of desire and promises, makes me grind against his erection, which I can feel growing behind me.
• " We were unlucky to be interrupted yesterday... " I let out a moan and grip his wrist as his finger slips into my panties, stimulating my clitoris.
• " Don't worry, we won't be interrupted today. " The desire for him and all his seduction makes my orgasm start to signal its approach. I try to squeeze my thighs together, but he stops me.
• "How about you lie down for a bit while I go get something."
• My breath catches when I hear his voice.
• What the hell does he have to get right now?