Let's Love Again

Her Dream

“To hell would I let my own brother work under that maniac who calls himself the CEO.” I paused and looked into her eyes. My dad always said we got our pretty brown eyes from our mother. I gently held her cheek and smiled. “I've saved enough to cover your college expenses. As for Dad, I'll find a new job to afford the car I promised him. Sky will work elsewhere in the city once he graduates. But right now, I think you should be more concerned about your skincare routine. Did you stop using the glutathione oil I got you?”

“It’s finished, which is why my face looks like this.”

“There’s plenty of it in my cosmetic room. Come on, let’s fix that face of yours as soon as possible.”

“Did my father employ you to sit here all day and laugh?” His voice cut through the air sharply as he stepped into my office, a file clutched in his right hand and a fountain pen poised elegantly in the other.

I stammered, trying to collect my thoughts. “I was, um… I was just congratulating my sister, Jessie. She passed her entrance examination into—”

“I don't care,” he interjected, his tone dismissive and commanding. He let the file drop onto my desk with a soft thud before closing the distance between us. He approached so closely that I felt the warmth radiating from his body, almost suffocating me. My heart raced violently in my chest, the sound pounding in my ears as his gaze bore into mine.

He held my eyes steady, unwavering, while his hand rose to gently stroke my face. A chill ran down my spine, a mixture of surprise and delight flooding through me. The coolness of his fingers against my warm skin sent a wave of shivers across my body, leaving me breathless and captivated.

“You're still as beautiful as you were,” he murmured, the sincerity in his voice both disarming and electrifying. The compliment lingered in the air, filling the space between us with an undeniable tension.What did I just hear him say? Did he still have feelings for me? Perhaps he did.

He moved closer to me as his tongue found its way to my neck. I moved my head up to face the ceiling granting him proper access to my body.

“Look how vulnerable you still are,” he said, his voice a low, sultry murmur that sent shivers down my spine. As he grasped my face, his fingers were warm and reassuring, and a slow smile crept across his lips—one that was both inviting and dangerously tempting. I was powerless to resist him, caught in the magnetic pull of his presence.

In that moment, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I missed the way he used to touch me, the warmth of his attention that felt like a soft blanket wrapping around my heart. I missed him, the sensation of being close to someone who understood me in ways I never thought possible.

With a tender, deliberate motion, he leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on the tip of my nose, as if marking me with a memory. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing the thrill of his caress as I instinctively leaned back, craving even more of this connection. I opened my mouth, words bubbling up inside me, eager to break the silence and express what I felt—but before I could utter a sound, he gently pressed his finger against my lips.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made the world around us fade away. It was a pact of understanding, a silent agreement that some things were too precious to be put into words. His gaze was unwavering as he stroked my face once more, this time with an exquisite gentleness that felt like silk against my skin. In that intimate moment, I felt both cherished and completely exposed.

He kissed me softly. I wanted to push him back and yell but deep down my body wanted him so much even though my head hated him with so much passion.

I couldn't go at his pace. I grabbed his neck and pinned my body against his chest. I breathed heavily like I just ran a marathon. He could tell from my eyes how bad I wanted him again.

He crushed his lips on mine as we press our bodies against each other. His hand now on my waist while the other unbuttoned my shirt.

“I want this as much as you do. I need you”. He whispered as he unzipped his pants.

“Ohhh”. I smiled.

“Now I want to hear it from you. Do you want this?"

“Yes, I do”. I nod.

In less than a minute, he slided through me. With a sheepish smile on his face, he felt a brief sense of power and control. He bent me over my desk. He kept going with the rhythm as I moaned. Sooner than expected, he filled me with his load. I was now dripping. He was satisfied but I wasn't.

“I want more,” I teased, brushing my lips lightly against his in a playful manner.

“That's enough!” Suddenly, Kevin struck my desk with his hand, the loud bang startling me awake from my unexpected nap. Blinking rapidly, I took a moment to gather my surroundings, my heart racing from the abruptness of the noise.

“What is it?” I stammered, still groggy from my unintentional slumber. “I fell asleep and I’m really sorry.”

His voice rose, full of exasperation. “The next time this happens, I swear I’ll make sure you’re fired for good. Honestly, I don’t understand why I still keep you around in my company.” With that, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of my office, leaving me feeling both rattled and slightly guilty.

A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I buried my face in my hands. "Oh no! Please tell me I didn't just have a... dream about him," I whispered, my heart racing at the thought. The vivid images from the dream flooded my mind, sending a flush of heat to my cheeks.

I felt a mixture of shock and confusion, grappling with my emotions as I recalled the intimate scenarios. It was both thrilling and mortifying, and I couldn't help but wonder what this meant for my feelings toward him. The weight of the moment hung in the air, and I desperately wished I could erase the memory from my thoughts.