Page 8 of Curvy Girl for the Boss

Before I can react, he's unzipped his pants, his thick cock pulsing in front of me. I gasp, his size and power causing a delicious shiver down my spine.

"No, Zander...we should...we can't..."

He silences me with a finger to my lips. "You've been driving me crazy since the day I laid eyes on you. Tonight, you're mine. All mine."

His words send a thrill through me, despite my better judgment. Taking my hand, he guides it to his erection, his heat searing my skin.

"Touch yourself, Chrissy. Show me how much you want this."

My cheeks burn, but I obey, unable to deny the hunger in his eyes. I slide my fingers over my wet folds, coating them in my juices.

"That's my girl," he growls, his need palpable.

Without warning, he positions himself between my legs, guiding his cock to my entrance. My protests die on my lips as he slides inch by aching inch inside me. Heat pools deep within me, melting my resistance.

"Feel that, Chrissy? That's how perfect we are together."

He's right...God, I hate that he's right.

As he moves inside me, slowly at first, then faster and harder, I can’t deny the passion that rages between us. In Zander's arms, I've never felt more alive.

He angles his hips, hitting that spot deep within me, and I cry out. I'm so close, so...

"Come for me, Chrissy. Come on my cock," he growls in my ear, his voice dark and commanding.

That's all I need.

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, crashing against the shore of my senses. My body arches, my moans echoing in the dimly lit office. I grip onto his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as ecstasy melts my bones. Zander grunts, and I feel his hot release inside me, sealing our union.

As our breathing eases, we stay entwined, our hearts racing in tandem. In the aftermath, the weight of our actions settles upon me like a heavy blanket. “You need to go,” I whisper as I step back from him.

“Chrissy,” he growls in protest.

“We have work in the morning,” I remind him. “And it’s late.”

He clenches his jaw shut tight before he tucks himself back into his pants and turns to leave. But then he turns back and kisses me soundly before whispering “You’re mine, you beautiful girl,” against my lips.

When I close the door behind him, I slump back against, my knees no longer to hold me up in the wake of the storm that is Zander.

five

?. . .?

Chrissy

I stare intentlyat my computer screen, trying to lose myself in the intricate details of Zander's schedule for the upcoming week. The cursor blinks, taunting me with each passing second. His presence lingers at the edges of my consciousness, a constant distraction despite my best efforts to avoid him.

The door to my office swings open and Zander strides in, his tailored suit hugging his lean frame in all the right places. My breath catches in my throat as our eyes meet, a startling jolt of electricity passing between us.

"Chrissy, I need the quarterly reports on my desk by noon," he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. His gaze lingers a moment too long before he turns and leaves, the air still crackling with tension in his wake.

With shaking hands, I return to my work, determined to push thoughts of Zander from my mind. But it's a futile effort.He's everywhere—in the spicy scent of his cologne that clings to the air, in the ghost of his touch on my skin from accidental brushes in the hallway.

A soft knock at the door jolts me from my reverie. I glance up to see Zander's assistant, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips as she hands me a small, elegantly wrapped box.

"From Zander," she says simply before disappearing.

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