Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
His name is Mark. He is tall, dark‑haired, and he wears a suit that looks like it was made for him. I felt a strange heat in my chest when I saw him. I told myself it was just nerves because I really needed the merger to go through.
We sat across a long table. Papers were spread out, charts on the screen, coffee steaming in the corners. I asked about his company’s goals. He answered with a calm voice that made my thoughts drift. I could see his eyes flicker to my lips when I spoke.
I Wanted To Rip The Suit Right Off Of Him
After two hours the deal was almost finished. We both smiled, shaking hands. “Good work, Stella,” he said. I felt a spark. He suggested we go for a drink to celebrate. I hesitated…I knew this was risky, but I wanted to see the man behind the suit. I said, “Why not?”
We went to a small bar that smelled of old wood. The lights were low, the music soft and slow. We sat in a corner booth and talked about things that were not about business. I laughed, I frowned, I felt his gaze on my cheek. He said, “You work too hard, Stella. You need to feel something.” I felt a rush of anger at his words and a thrill at his closeness.
Time slipped. The bar closed. We walked out into the night. He took my hand, pulling me under a small awning. His lips met mine. It was fast, fierce, a wild thing that I had never felt in the boardroom. We ran to a taxi. In the back seat, we were a tangle of hands and whispered promises.
When we got to my apartment, I locked the door behind us and dropped to my knees in front of him. He bent down to kiss me as I unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor, revealing his beautiful BBC, pulsing at the sight of me.
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