Fall In Love With Lover: The Temptation of a Beautiful Secretary

Cannot Avoid

"You're funny."

This masculine man chuckled as he looked at my stiff behavior. He was still holding his wine glass with his body only wrapped in a towel limited to the navel to the knees. I was confused how.

"Your dress is good" she said, then wanted to touch the string of my dress.

I dodged, not wanting to be touched by him. I don't know why my body reflexes so easily. He then placed his wine glass on the table, then crossed his hands across his chest while looking at me.

"Oh .. so don't want to be touched by me after successfully teasing me?" he asked with murderous intonation.

I thought quickly to find the right reason to answer his question. "Em, Sir. You better rest first. I want to go out for a while" I said as I draped the hair behind the ear, covering the groggy taste in the heart. Then I went out from before him.

"Cecilia." He held my hand as he walked past. "You are the best. Your acting is amazing when men are not provoked. But when the man is hooked, you want to leave him?" He said that while holding my hand.

I turned to face him. "Master, I guess ...,"

"What do I think, Cecilia?"

Jackson walked over to me. He held both of my arms and lowered his head slightly. His face is so close to my face. It seemed like he wanted to speak with the distance of his lips close together.

I really don't know how to. It was as if I could not escape from his clutches. We haven't done anything yet, but the hunt has been so pronounced.

"I like your dress." Then he held my shoulder. "But I'd rather have the rope down." She then lowered my dress strap.

"Tuan—"

"Shh." He stuffed my lips with his index finger. "Do you remember if you've ever picked up this finger?" He kind of reminds me.

Her breath was so warm on my cheek. He slowly pulled my hair to the side. It felt like her fingers were so softly touching the surface of my neck. And I don't know why I was closed when his fingers passed through the nape of my neck. It was like enjoying every touch of it.

"You are beautiful. Can I be the only one entitled to it?" He whispered in my ear.

My body was goosebumps, a gentle whisper from him as if pumping the pace of my heart. My heart is beating because of it. Plus his fingers like accidentally tickling the nape of my neck. I have trouble controlling myself.

"Sir."

"Milk ...."

He held my face gently with both hands. He then brought his lips closer to mine. I don't know why I can't move right now. He's like a magnet that locks my body so it can't run. Slowly but surely, his lips were getting closer to mine. Until warm breath feels so hunting. And finally with just a little more movement, our lips can meet. I closed both eyes too.

That sound?

Amidst the almost-shrinking atmosphere, I heard the ringing of her phone. A little more we could kiss. Then I opened both my eyes. I saw him reluctant to pick up the phone. But he finally picked it up too.

"Hello?" the answer.

I don't know what he was talking about on the phone, I feel like this is the right time for me to run. Or at least, I can buy time by pretending to go where I used to be. Then I left. However, at that very moment he held my hand.

Sir, you ...?!!

Hold her hand really tight. He doesn't want me to leave here. He kept calling while holding my hand. Until he finally turned off his phone. He then turned to me.

"Cecilia, you're making me nervous." He pinched both of my cheeks.

"Tuan—"

I swallowed my saliva, I felt the surrounding atmosphere turn dark as he forced me to stay with him. But a moment later, I felt the atmosphere change so quickly as he pulled my hip. He sat me on his lap.

"I don't have the handcuffs to hold you in this moment. So accompany me to email for a moment."

We sat in front of a laptop desk with me sitting on his lap. He then sent me an email with both hands locking me from the right and left so as not to run away. Her warm breath was so felt in this arm.

I know that no matter how hard I try to escape, tonight he won't let me get away. He was filled with his desire for me. She wanted me. I too was caught in my own trap. I can't run.

"Done," he said after sending an email. "You don't shower, Cecilia?" tanyanya while looking at me from the side.

"Em, okay. I took a shower." I woke up from him. But... "Master!" Suddenly he pulled my body back, hugged me and lifted me up on the bed.

"Cecilia, there's no more time." He took off his towel in front of me.

Holy hooch! Holy hooch!

I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. The curves of his body were so plain without being covered by a single thread. He threw the towel on the floor and lowered his body to get closer to me. Both of my eyes twinkled as he saw himself getting closer to me. He's like a hunter who won't let go of his prey tonight.

"You know, Cecilia. You're like a fish that's biting the bait but doesn't dare eat the bait." He said and then grabbed both my hands.

"Sir Jackson, please don't be in a hurry!"

Those words were spoken just like that as he intended to fondle me. He stopped, not to fondle me.

"Sister Jackson? Perhaps, I like that nickname, too," he said, biting my ear.

"G ...."

I admit if my body is tense because it is still trying to survive its aggressive attitude. I try to survive every touch. But the more it survives, the more wildly it plays me. Until finally both of my hands were limp in his grip.

My eyes were filled with charm. His masculine body, his body fragrant. The entire muscles that make up his body seem to hypnotize me. Plus tonight he can seduce me. Seduce with speech behavior that is not as usual.

This is his original habit. The conquest he made on me wasn't like the conquest of a boss to his personal assistant. Except for a male's conquest of his female. It does this naturally and is not made up. I can feel it.

"Cecilia, your body is driving me crazy!"

He forced my dress down until it was revealed what I had been hiding from him. Two hills ranum with a red mole in the middle, making him swallow spit repeatedly.

"Cecilia, you're mine."

Those words I heard. Maybe he's really drunk tonight. He then swept my chest with his lips. Slowly until that little vibration I felt from inside my body. Warm and amused mixed into one as his lips guerrillaized on the surface of this chest.

"Sir Jackson, emmh ...."

It was like he knew what I wanted. I don't want to rush the game. Until he finally played his part well. He made me fall into his game.

"Sister Jackson, ticklish. Already .. ah!"

He slowly peppered my chest. Inhaling the scent of every inch of my chest. Until finally his lips stopped right at the tip. He then inhales it, kisses it, perhaps intending to play it with a crazed rhythm. My body squirms on its own, but I can't run. Both of my hands are still in his grip.