The Depressed CEO is my boss

pace. "That's not the point, Ms. Jonathan. No one dares break my rules especially this particular one. You've crossed the line. And whoever breaks any of my rule

on't f

yes. Afraid, hurt, and devastated, yet he refuses to open up. There was something he wasn't saying. "What? No! I don'

over her face, lingering on her lips. "What are you proposing?" He inquired, dangerously standing too close to her. Their lips inches away. Her breath catches in her

his lips, begging

eady been kissing for hours. As if she could barely stand to just kiss anymore. His arms wrap around her and pulled her clo

t heaving. "Isabella..." He called out, feeling aroused. "Don't talk... just feel." She stepped closer, feeling reckless and alive. P

She runs her hands down Ethan's body, relishing the way he breaths and the fire in his eyes. As her hands snake lower, she feels how much he wants her throug

finger, skimming her tongue over the tip. "

fall for you. Tell me not to touch myself, thinking of you..." Ethan groans, collapsing against her and ravaging her mouth with his. Hi

w much you want me." Ethan's lust-fogged eyes roves over her, he bites

bad

finger over Ethan's chest, not stopping until she tug his chin towards her. "An an

overheated and overdressed. Swallowing hard with trembling hands, she gripped Ethan's shirt and tug it loose. Ethan gulps as she p

g her eyes to savour the smoothness of his skin. His muscles flex beneath he

un her fingers through his hair and moan. The sound of a cell phone ringing breaks through the fo

ke dismally and sighed. His body language was tense as he reached for the phone. Just bef

d the office towards his private room to take the call.

that would be

on't say that.

n tone. She sighed and stepped out of the office as