PRELUDE: Fulfilling Dirty Desires.
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Do you think it's crazy for a married man, whose wife left him six years ago and has remained celibate for one woman. A woman who isn't his wife, a taboo if he ever reaches out to her about having himself buried inside of her because she's just his employee and he is the CEO, to still continue to have dirty thoughts towards his best model?
Yes, Mr. White Flemming. The thirty seven years old CEO of Expression, whose wife left six years ago to marry a richer man. It happens to be that she was just a gold digger, but you know what? He loved his wife, but he just wanted his best model, Clarie Greene the twenty seven year old beauty in his bed.
The first day she walked into his office, six years ago with her white shirt and denim trouser sticking to her perfect figure like a second skin as a result of the heavy downpour that day. His d**k spoke for him instantly, but thank goodness for an office desk.
He watched her take her interview with himself j*********f without an expression on his face.
She talked about herself and all, but his hardened manhood stained with a bit of precum gave him deaf ears.
'If only I can bend her over this desk and f**k all day long, till she's calling out my name in whispers?' He thought to himself.
His thoughts are broken by Claire who just shut the door of his office and he his brought back to the present.
"Sir, I designed six clothes already, but I will be able to wear just one. The other models can try them on, we have a show this evening." She says to him and he smiles richly.
"Perfect." He says, but he doesn't mean the word for her job alone. He is also complimenting her not so official, but cool dress hugging her perfect figure nicely.
"In that case, I would leave now." She says stepping out, while swaying her hips.
She knows she has a lot of effect on her CEO too. She had always had a crush on him, even before they met. Yes, before they met. She saw him on the front page of a magazine and then a newspaper which had a headline of his wife leaving him.
Even if it was unplanned for the rain to make her look naked on the first day, she was quite happy. The groans that escaped his lips, made her know he was doing something fishy beneath his desk.
Was he j*********f? No it can't be, his hot face his filled with coldness and seriousness. He might be groaning because of her appearance then?
She had imagined herself getting f****d by her boss countless of times. She wished for it, even if it was just once.
"You made a mistake for the first time, are you sick today?" One of the models, who also happens to be her friend asks and she raises her brows.
"Lexi, what do you mean? I'm not sick." She replies.
"You forgot the needle on my dress." She says with a small pout and Claire laughs as she hits her best friend's shoulder.
"I thought it was something else." She replies.
"I wish I don't love you sometimes." Lexi grumbles and Claire laughs.
"I'm not marrying you, Steph is willing to." She replies. Yes, if you haven't gotten it. Lexi is interested in women, but not her best friend.
They both walk into the room set apart for dressing before they all walk out for the big show.
"Childish." Lexi mumbles as she sees the other models fighting over the dryers, comb, cream.. like they aren't more than five.
"Baby." Steph says and Lexi blushes. Claire gives her a knowing expression and they both smile and walk away, leaving just Claire.
She sits far away from all, as she watch them argue and fight and when all have stepped out, she strips out of her current dress and take up another.
Just when she's about to unzip the dress she created, Mr. Flemming walks in on her half naked and they both gulp. She would have screamed, if it were to be another person. But, because it's her fantasy man, the only action she takes is to cover her body with the dress.
"I'm sorry, Claire. The door wasn't locked." He says and turn to leave, but then he stops and turn to look at her again.
"f**k leaving you like this." He cusses as he walk towards her and rest his left hand on her bare back. Their eyes locks and they are both feeling hot, when the room is absolutely cold.
He moves to kiss her, but she looks the other way. Thereby letting his lips meet the side of her mouth.
'The feeling isn't mutual' He concluded within himself and walk out.
She doesn't want him. He thought to himself angrily as he walks back to his office with clenched fist and regrets of making the first move.
He sits on his swivel chair a minute and stand up again. He paces around and finally, he walks out. The show seems to have started and the only thing he has to do is to make a speech about his models.
He waits behind the curtains, backstage. He stays there, waiting for his turn to make a speech so he can go for a strong drink.
Just when he closes his eyes to think straight, the noisy sound of Claire's heels hits his ears and he opens his eyes to his the woman he has always lust after.
"I'm sorry." She says, not knowing why she's apologizing.
"What are you sorry for?" He asks coldly, causing her to flinch and maybe regret apologizing.
"Mr. Fleming..." She trails off, while biting her bottom lip in embarrassment, but that only turns him on.
"Take your bottom lip out of your mouth, it's mine to bite." He says huskily as he stands up and hold her still.
"Pardon?" She asks.
"You're beautiful, I always wanted to do this." He says and kiss her lips, not passionately, but with pure want.
He ravishes her lips like he hasn't been kissed in twenty years. His desires are finally coming through. She doesn't disappoint too, she breaks off the kiss and he frowns.
"What if I say the feeling is mutual, Mr. Fleming? She asks seductively and initiate the second kiss.
~MATURE CONTENTS BELOW~
Without breaking the kiss, his hands roams all over body. Everything seems to be a dream to him, even if he always got everything he needed. He just couldn't use such a power on her.
She disentangles her hand from his neck and begin to unbutton his shirt, but he holds her hand and she breaks the kiss.
"We won't take off all our clothes, this is a public place for the staffs." He says, knowing fully well that no one will come now. Everyone is seated at the show.
"Okay?" She stands still and stare at his grey orbs.
He holds her by her waist again and when she thought he is going to kiss her, he moves his lips to her neck. He sucks on the nape of her neck, earning a soft moan from her.
He moves his hand to her clothed breasts and squeeze them. Her hands automatically finds his belt buckle and she unbuckles his belt, her soft hand find it's way into his boxers and she strokes his manhood.
He groans as he begins to unzip her beautiful black gown, exposing just her brazier as he pulls the cloth to her tummy. He unhooks her bra and hold her left breast, stroking her now hardened n****e, he takes it into his mouth. Her hands strokes his manhood simultaneously with his mouth on her breasts.
Her loud moans and his low groans are muffled to others because of the show going on.
He holds her hand, stopping her from stroking his manhood as he sit on the iron chair and move his hand beneath her gown. He removes her lacey panties and put it in his pocket.
Without wasting much of their time, he buries his head under gown, between her legs as his mouth finds her wet s*x.
He slides in just a finger with his tongue on her soft spot and she moans.
His hardened shaft is still out as he places her to sit on his lap at the same time entering into her. She takes some minutes to adjust to his big size before he moves her.
They switch positions and he finally finds his release inside her after a warning.
He raises her up and help her dress again.
"I... Um... Show..." She stutters and he smirks.
"Mr. Fleming, now." The presenter says and he smirks at her before moving out, leaving a confused her.
Their wishes are both fulfilled. Whatever happened backstage is a secret that will never repeat itself again as she will be leaving his company next week.
*THE END!*
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