Page 90 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
“We aren’t, and that is the only reason we will need to restrain ourselves.”
“You'll need to restrain yourself.”
“For real? So, you're not turned on?”
The way he said the last two words, whispering in my ear, sent chills through every pore of my skin. But I stood my ground.
“I'm not. This is no place for that.”
“Well, I bet you are.”
“I'm not. And you have no way of proving it.”
“Oh, I do... your body gives very clear signals, my dear... But we can start by getting a little more comfortable.”
He adjusted the two seats, placing them in a lying position, so that the people in the front of the aircraft would not be able to see us unless they came closer. Which apparently wouldn’t happen. The staff were in the cabin and the nanny was even snoring in the seat furthest forward, along with Alice.
He brought his hand to my face, gently tracing the back of his fingers across my cheek. It was as if my skin burned from the contact. His thumb trailed across my lips, his hand slowly moving down my jaw to my neck, and then all the way back up.
I didn't want to let my own breathing betray me, but I couldn't control it and had to part my lips to be able to breathe better.
And if I thought those caresses were already driving me crazy enough, I didn't expect it to getworse. The hand went down again, this time down my collarbones, going to my breasts over the thin fabric of the dress I was wearing.
Attentive to his hungry gaze, I saw him look down and his lips curve into a mischievous half-smile. His fingers began to circle one of my nipples, slowly and torturously. The thin cup of the dress was not enough to soften the contact. I felt that my nipples were hardening due to his touches and, I was sure, Michael could also feel it in his touch. So much so that he declared, in a calm tone of voice, “That's one of the signs...”
What the hell! How could that man mess with me like that with such ease? God, was I turned on? I was about to rip off my clothes and spread my legs for him right there.
But, obviously, lucidity soon warned me that this would not be possible.
And I wasn't willing to give in either, so I looked for an excuse for my own body's reaction.
“I should’ve brought a coat, this air conditioning is making me cold, that's all.”
He laughed, obviously disbelieving my words. However, he got up anyway, opening a cabinet above our seats and taking out a duvet, which he used to cover me. He lay down on his side, facing me, also covering himself.
“Are you warm now, Miss Camila?”
“I am, Mr. Turner. Thank you for being such a kind boss.”
“You're welcome. Although I don't think you felt cold. After all, I'm sure there's a part of you that's quite warm right now.”
Underneath the covers, he lowered his hand again. I held my breath, holding back any sound that might escape my lips as I realized where he was going with this. His fingers slid lightly over the fabric of my dress and my panties.
“It's indeed really hot...” he whispered in my ear. “And I believe that counts as another one of your body's signals.”
“That’s not fair, Michael,” I whispered back, feeling my face heat up. “You can’t do this to me. We’re not alone here, remember?”
“They can't hear us from the cabin. And Alanis and Alice are asleep, and even if they wake up, they have no way of seeing us.”
“But they might hear it and end up waking up.”
“They won't if you're a good girl and control yourself.”
His fingers exerted a little more pressure in their caresses, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I thought I could keep it up, but he pulled my dress aside and, under the covers, his hand slipped into my panties.
I pressed one leg tightly against the other, until his whispered voice in my ear made a new wave of shivers spread through my body. “Open up to me, my love.”
“Don't do this to me, Michael...” I pleaded.
