Cupid's miss

mmh

After coming home she never remembered her past. Although her father still cared for her she felt deep down how he looked unhappy and might even blame her for being the cause of her mother's death.She bumped into someone. This brought her back to reality. The lady was wearing a short maroon skirt which hugged her hips exposing her small waist and a white blouse with a coat on top of her shoulders. She stepped back with a sorry escaping from her mouth. She remembered her she was introduced to her earlier to her by Karen as Robert's friend.

"Sorry yourself for your miserable life. If you think I've not seen how you eye Robert just know he is not into cheap girls like you. He only does models and people in the same league and standards as him."

"Wait you think I want Mr Mackay. I'm only here for my work I can't date my boss so please I have a day to prepare for. Oooh And I'm not that cheap"

Astrid walked away from her with a smile on her face. Everyone had seen that. News of Astrid and CeCe's confrontation had spread fast across the offices as no one could believe if Robert will really hire her.

CeCe scoffed at her and composed herself and entered Robert's office with a

confident stride and locked the door behind her sealing them in without the interference of the outside. Her presence filled the

room with unspoken desire. Robert had not moved from the way he was seated since Astrid was there.The familiar perfume made him look up his gaze intense and hungry. CeCe's

deliberate choice of attire hints at her

intentions, and as she approaches Robert

her steps controlled and strikingly beautiful. The air crackled with anticipation as CeCe strode into Robert’s office, her heels clicking sharply against the

polished hardwood floor. Her confidence was palpable, every step exuding a quiet power that filled the room enclosing them in a space that suddenly felt charged with unspoken desire.

Robert, seated behind his expansive mahogany desk, didn’t bother to hide his hunger. His gaze locked onto her,

intense and unyielding, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all day.

CeCe’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she approached, her hips swaying subtly beneath the tailored skirt

that hugged her curves. Her blouse, silk and sheer, hinted at the lace bra beneath, a deliberate choice she knew

would drive him wild. Robert’s eyes darkened as she neared, his hands resting on the desk’s edge, fingers

twitching with impatience.

“You’re late,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, though there was no reprimand in it—only a promise of

what was to come.

CeCe’s smile widened, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. She put her coat in the chair opposite him.

“Better late than never, don’t you think?”

Before he could respond, she closed the distance between them she was now beside him. Robert’s

hands shot out his grip firm as he seized her waist pulling her flush against him. There was no preamble, no

hesitation—just raw, unbridled need. His touch was electric, his fingers digging into her skin as if to remind her

who was in control.

CeCe’s breath hitched as he tilted her head to the side, his lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck. His kisses

were hot and hungry, his tongue tracing a path that sent shivers down her spine. She gasped softly, her hands

instinctively clutching at his shoulders, her nails biting into the fabric of his crisp dress shirt.

“Robert,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire, but he didn’t stop. His hands moved upward, greedy and insistent, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. His

thumbs brushed over her n*****s, already tight with anticipation, and CeCe arched into his touch, a soft moan

escaping her lips. His grip was firm but gentle, his fingers squeezing and kneading as if to imprint her softness

into his memory.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” he growled against her skin, his breath hot against her ear.

CeCe’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the moment. Robert’s dominance was

intoxicating, his touch both rough and reverent. He pushed her back, guiding her until her thighs met the edge

of the desk. She sat down slowly, her skirt riding up her thighs, exposing the lace of her thigh-high stockings.

Robert’s gaze devoured her, his hunger undeniable. He stood up, his hands sliding down her waist to grip

her hips, pulling her closer to the edge. CeCe’s heart raced as she realized what he intended, her breath coming

in short shallow gasps.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice a husky whisper.

CeCe obeyed without hesitation her thighs parting to grant him access. Her p***y was already wet her core

throbbing with anticipation. Robert’s eyes darkened further as he knelt before her his hands sliding up her

thighs pushing her skirt higher. His fingers brushed against the lace of her panties teasing the edge before

hooking them and pulling them down her legs.

“Such a wet little cunt,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.

CeCe’s cheeks flushed, her body trembling with need. She watched, mesmerized, as he leaned in, his tongue

flicking out to taste her. His first touch was light, a teasing stroke along her folds that made her gasp. Then without warning he plunged his tongue deep inside her f*****g her with his mouth in a rhythm that was both

relentless and exquisite.

“Oh God fuuuck Robert” she moaned her hands digging in his hair removing the hair tie and pushing him deeper in her.

He hummed against her, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her. His tongue was relentless, his lips

sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh. His fingers joined in spreading her wider as he sought out her c**t his

thumb rubbing circles around the swollen bud.

“You taste so f*****g good,” he muttered, his voice muffled against her.

CeCe’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body arching off the desk as pleasure coiled tight within her. Robert’s grip

on her hips tightened, holding her still as he devoured her with a hunger that left her breathless. His tongue was

everywhere, his mouth a tempest of sensation that threatened to unravel her.

“Robert, please—” she begged, her voice breaking as her orgasm loomed.