His Only Addiction

CHAPTER FOUR—FROM FILE TO FIRE

I rode the elevator to the twentieth floor. I didn’t regret the hangover I’m having. My choices were either too much alcohol or a night with my vibrator. I’d have the best orgasm, starring Hot and Dangerous in my thoughts.

My family made the party fun, wish I was bold enough to tell them the job was not going to stay for long.

I dropped my stuff into the bottom drawer of my desk and when I saw Philip was not there yet, I left to grab a cup of coffee and returned to my table. Thinking of him being my boss terrified me. I should have done some proper research, but he’s too young to be a CEO. I thought to myself.

“Miss Parker!”

I jumped in shock when he appeared beside me, smiling widely.

“Good morning, Mr Philip.”

“You’re my lucky charm,” he mutters. “Come with me to my office.”

I followed him immediately.

“So there’s this contract I'd been hoping over the years for Mr Blackwell to award to me, but it didn’t seem possible. Guess what!” He spoke with so much excitement. “He just called requesting to see the portfolio.”

“Wow, that’s big, Congratulations,” I managed to say, still thinking about my resignation.

"I appreciate that, but let’s save it till it’s fully awarded to our department. We have to work really hard."

“We?” I managed to ask.

“Yes, we or are you going somewhere?” he asked.

“No, not really,” I replied, giving a weak smile.

“He wants you to bring the documents into his office right now.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you Mia,” he said, smiling. “That’s why I said you’re my good luck charm.”

I took the document heading to Mr Blackwell's office. Why does he want me to bring the documents myself? What does he want from me?

I took the elevator and headed to the twenty-second floor.

When I got there, the secretary informed him of my presence. He was in a meeting, he asked me to wait.

After ten minutes, I was allowed to go in. I lost my breath at the sight of him. Why does he have this effect on me? When am I going to be immune to his hotness?

“Hold my calls, Vivian,” Ethan said to his secretary. His office was a lot bigger than my apartment.

He hit a button on his desk that closed the door, then another that instantly covered the clear glass, covering us from the view of his employees. Privacy was assured.

He took off his jacket and hung it on a coat rack. Then he came to where I was standing. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No, thank you. Mr Philip asked me to bring this document to you,” I said softly.

He gestured towards a black leather sofa.

“Have a seat.”

“I have to go back to work sir,” I replied.

“And I have a meeting at ten. So let’s work this out and get back to business.”

“What do you want to work out?”

“I want to f**k you, Mia,” he said bluntly.

“I find your approach rude and offensive.”

I guess it was a major turn on for me, but I’m not going to admit that.

He gave me a sharp look. “It may be blunt, but it’s honest.”

“Are we done?” I stood up to leave. “s*x that’s planned like a business transaction is a turn-off for me.”

I walked to the door and pulled the door handle hard, but it didn’t open.

“Let me out, Mr Blackwell”

“Don’t call me that. It sounds so formal,” he said with a wicked smile.

He comes up behind me, his palms pressed flat on the glass, caging me in.

I can’t think of anything whenever he is this close to me. Time stopped, everything around him ceased to exist when he leaned closer.

I could feel his breath, everything inside my entire body was drawn to his.

What is wrong with me? How can I be turned on by a man whose word is supposed to get me upset?

“Turn around, Mia.”

My eyes closed, I couldn’t control my body from obeying him.

God, he smells so good, his presence radiates heat and hunger, increasing my crazy desire for him.

“Say stop if you don’t want me,” his voice was low and strong. But I couldn’t say a word.

He stepped closer, taking over my space. One hand came up, resting beside my head. The other grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Then he kissed me—hard.

His mouth claimed mine without hesitation, deep and demanding. I melted into it. My hand grabbing his shirt as his lips moved over mine like he owned them. There was no hesitation— just heat, control and want.

I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender.

My c**t beat for attention, pounding along with my heart beat, I moaned into his mouth. He looked down, pushing my skirt higher, revealing my p***y.

“Jesus Mia, you walk around the office without panties.”

I could hear his heart beat. I watched Ethan’s body lower to mine, my legs spreading apart to accommodate his hips.

The tension increased, the fire I'd been craving from the day I woke up from his hotel room.

He carried me back to the sofa, got down on his knees, spreading my legs apart. His mouth was right between my legs where I was soaking wet and desiring more.

The tip of his tongue moved through my p***y, found my c**t and focused on it, moved his tongue softly on it.

I gasped from the pleasure, it was driving insane. I’ve never had anything like this. Every movement of his tongue causes a pause in my body. It was so good, my brain froze.

I moaned loudly, my body didn’t know how to handle the pleasure. I held on to the couch for support. It felt like I was losing my mind while trying to endure this torment.

My legs shivered, and when he increased the pressure of his tongue, my moans increased.

His lips closed around my c**t and sucked gently, feeding my body pleasure until the only thing pounding in my mind was approaching orgasm.

He pulled himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there breathing heavily and close to climax. Then I realized why he reacted so.

Someone was behind him.