Chapter 3 Erotic Date

Chapter 3:

Diego, a billionaire with a sense of pride that matched his wealth, arrived late to the office on Monday. His extended sleep from the previous night's events had taken its toll. Mrs. Joy, the owner of the company, couldn't hide her frustration. Her patience was wearing thin, and her anger almost led to Diego receiving a termination letter.

"Who will be your savior now, Diego?" murmured the workers, eyeing him with a mix of jealousy and disdain. Their arrogance towards him was palpable, stemming from his position as the company's Chief Executive and Mrs. Joy's favored employee. They whispered among themselves, unable to conceal their envy.

"He's always in Mrs. Joy's office," one worker muttered. "He must be up to something."

"Probably thinks he's better than us," another chimed in, bitterness evident in their tone.

Despite their harsh words, Diego remained unfazed. His confidence and charisma were unmatched, making him the best worker among them. Mrs. Joy's affection for him only grew each day, much to the chagrin of his colleagues.

Whenever their eyes met, Mrs. Joy would give him sultry looks, her smile filled with unspoken desires. Stupid Diego, she thought, never noticing her advances. She often wore sexy clothes, hoping to catch his eye, but Diego's focus remained on his work. He greeted her politely, never lingering on her attire.

Mrs. Joy stormed into Diego's office. "Why were you late today?" she demanded, her voice laced with irritation.

Diego tried to explain, but her anger clouded her judgment. She barely heard his words, her mind fixated on his lack of attention towards her. Their argument escalated quickly, and before he knew it, Diego was holding a sack letter in his hands.

His eyes filled with unshed tears, making him look even more attractive. "Please, Mrs. Joy, I need this job. I'll do anything," he pleaded.

Mrs. Joy's anger melted at his desperation. "Anything?" she asked, a sly smile forming on her lips. "Then take me out on a date tonight. And afterwards... well, you know what I want."

Diego had no choice but to agree. They went to the finest restaurant in Texas, conveniently located near Mrs. Joy's office. They sat down on a plush sofa, and Joy's eyes roamed over Diego's features. His dark curly hair, deep mahogany complexion, and lightly trimmed mustache made him undeniably attractive.

As they talked, Diego found himself drawn to her sincere brown eyes. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in and their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss was electric, and he pulled her closer, his hands exploring her body. Their breathing became ragged as they indulged in their forbidden desire, each touch igniting a fire within them.

Joy moaned softly as Diego's hand slipped beneath her dress, touching her intimately. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire. The intensity of the moment consumed them, their surroundings fading into oblivion.

She reached for his zipper, her hand slipping inside to stroke him. Diego groaned at the sensation, his mind clouded with lust. He lifted her onto his lap, guiding her movements as she rode him slowly. Her moans grew louder, each one driving him wild.

"Faster," she urged, her voice needy. Diego complied, moving with increasing intensity. He shifted her into a new position, giving her a doggy style that made her cry out in pleasure. "Oh yes, Diego, just like that!"

He raised her legs, angling her hips for deeper penetration. His tongue flicked over her sensitive spot, tasting her sweetness. The scent of her arousal drove him to the brink, and he couldn't get enough. He preferred his boss's passionate responses over his wife's indifferent meals any day.

Their encounter was intense, filled with raw passion and unspoken desires. By the time they were done, both were breathless, their bodies entwined. Diego had secured his job, but at what cost? He couldn't deny the powerful attraction between them, and he wondered how long they could keep their affair hidden.

that their relationship would never be the same again.

After their passionate encounter at the restaurant, they decided to take things further. Mrs. Joy insisted on going to a luxury hotel nearby. As they entered the suite, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Diego could feel his pulse quicken as he took in the opulent surroundings. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed draped in satin sheets and a panoramic view of the city.

Mrs. Joy wasted no time. She turned to face Diego, her eyes blazing with desire. "Take off your clothes," she commanded, her voice firm and seductive.

Diego obeyed, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then slid out of his trousers and underwear. He stood before her, fully exposed, his heart pounding in his chest.

Mrs. Joy's eyes roved over his body, taking in every detail. She licked her lips, her gaze hungry. "You're even more magnificent than I imagined," she said, her voice husky with need.

She approached him slowly, her fingers trailing over his chest and down his abdomen. Diego shivered at her touch, his arousal growing. Mrs. Joy pushed him onto the bed, straddling him as she leaned down to kiss him deeply. Her hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of him.

Diego's hands found her hips, and he pulled her closer, his need for her overwhelming. He could feel her wetness through the fabric of her dress, and he groaned with desire. Mrs. Joy ground against him, her movements slow and deliberate. She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes.

"I want you to make me scream," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Diego's eyes darkened with lust. He flipped her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs. He tugged at her dress, pulling it off and tossing it aside. She lay beneath him, wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties. Diego's mouth found her breast, sucking and biting gently through the fabric. Mrs. Joy moaned, arching her back in pleasure.

He moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her glistening folds. He could smell her arousal, and it drove him wild.

Diego's tongue flicked out, tasting her. Mrs. Joy cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring her most intimate places. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his mouth. He could feel her muscles tightening, her body on the edge of release.

He pulled back, looking up at her. "Not yet," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Mrs. Joy's eyes opened, filled with frustration and need. "Please, Diego," she begged. "I need you."

Diego couldn't resist her plea. He moved back up, positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him. Mrs. Joy gasped, her nails digging into his back. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect positioning The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, their moans and cries echoing off the walls. Diego's thrusts grew harder, his need for release building. Mrs. Joy's body tightened around him, her orgasm approaching.

"Diego, I'm going to... oh God!" she screamed, her body convulsing in pleasure.

Diego followed her over the edge, his release crashing over him like a wave. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat. They lay there, breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in their chests.

After a few moments, Diego rolled off of her, pulling her close. They lay in silence, the aftermath of their passion settling over them. Mrs. Joy rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin.

"That was incredible," she said softly.

Diego nodded, unable to form words. He could still feel the remnants of their encounter, his body humming with satisfaction. But beneath the euphoria, a nagging worry lingered. What had they just done? And what would happen next?

Diego awoke the next morning to the sound of his phone buzzing. He groaned, reaching for it on the nightstand. The screen flashed with a message from his wife, reminding him of an important meeting he had that day. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as the reality of the situation hit him.

Mrs. Joy stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled, stretching languidly. "Good morning," she purred, her voice still thick with sleep.

Diego forced a smile, his mind skipped a bit. "Good morning," he replied, trying to keep his tone light.