Chapter 4 Strip to save your job

ARICA

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Arica fluttered her eyes open and immediately shut them back.

Gawd, today isn't going my way at all.

"You should open your eyes, Arica," he taunted.

Shit. How did he know my name?

She was suddenly too aware of his close proximity. Her head rested against the crook of his arm, the masculine scent of his aftershave wafting through her nostrils, making butterflies flutter in her stomach. He was leaning in too close.

She decided to fake innocence.

Blinking repeatedly, she groaned softly. "What... what happened?"

He crossed his arms, looming over her, a hard smirk etched on his face. "You walked into my office and fainted. Quite a reunion, no?"

She stared defiantly into his blazing eyes. "Excuse me?"

He straightened his jacket and stood up. "I believe you're the one who excused yourself. At 7 a.m. With my watch, wallet, and-let's not forget-my diamond engagement ring." His eyes mocked her.

She subtly dodged his mocking glare, brushed herself off, and sat up. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't," his voice dripped in sarcasm. "Just like you didn't know how you sneaked out of my hotel room with half my belongings." He chuckled.

"Look, it's not like I planned to run into you here," she snapped, trying to regain control.

He chuckled darkly as he walked toward his desk, hands tucked in his pockets, leaving her disoriented on the couch.

"Cute," he said as he sat by his desk. "So what brings you here? Let's get it over with."

Arica stood up, grabbing the file, trying to regain her composure as she walked over to his desk.

"I brought an investment deal that would be of great interest to Elysian Bank. A colleague has already reviewed the contents of the deal with the board of directors. All that's remaining is for you to sign it."

"You must be out of your mind if you think I'll sign that," he scoffed in disdain.

She paled, realizing the weight of his words and the effect they could have on her already failing career.

She swallowed hard, her bravado cracking. "Please... if you don't sign this, I'll lose my job. Please."

There was silence for a few seconds as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Strip."

"What?"

He flipped his eyes open, orbs burning in annoyance. "You did it just last night, Arica. So strip." His lips curled in a stunning yet devilish smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Arica contemplated it for a second. If fucking this sexy man again was the way out-well, to hell.

It still didn't make it easier. Her hands fidgeted with the buttons of her shirt, and she clumsily slid it from her shoulders.

His eyes were already black with lust. "Keep going," he encouraged.

She kicked off her heels and slowly unzipped her pencil skirt, shimmying her hips as she let it glide down her body to pool on the floor.

She stood before him in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties, her face flushed bright red. Eliano licked his lips, his eyes devouring her half-nude form.

"Nice try, Arica. But when I said strip, I meant everything."

Arica breathed slowly as she unclasped her bra, trying to calm her fluttering heart. The straps slid down her arms before falling to the floor. Her nipples, now bare, instantly hardened under his heated gaze.

Finally, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pushing them to the floor.

He feasted his eyes on the v-curve of her crotch as he stepped around his desk to her nude form. Her thighs squeezed together as his hands teasingly ran up and down her bare legs.

"I didn't think you'd do it," he huskily whispered into her ear.

"Well, I did," her voice trembled. "Now sign the deal."

His fingers trailed the slick line of her wet pussy as she bucked her hips toward him, her heart thundering in her ribcage-silently begging for him to dip his hands into her drenched heat.

He curled his fingers and slipped them inside her, her wetness acting as natural lube. His action was met with a pathetic moan. Her moans grew louder as he fucked her pussy diligently with his digits.

The slick sounds of her cunt made the air thick with the scent of lust-sweet and heavy. She cried out in pleasure as she creamed around his fingers.

"Arica, open your eyes," his gruff, sexy voice commanded.

She slowly opened her lids and fixed her dazed eyes on him.

"Look down," he nodded.

She glanced down to where his fingers connected with her pussy and watched as her juices soaked his hand while he continued his thrusts.

He quickly slipped his fingers from her cunt and whipped her over.

They collided with the edge of the desk, papers scattering to the floor. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her onto the surface.

His belt came undone in one swift moment. He pulled his pants down and his dick bounced out eagerly, free from its restraint.

He leaned over to his drawer and, in one quick movement, had his cock wrapped with a condom.

It made Arica subconsciously wonder how many office sex encounters he'd had.

She cried out in pleasure as he rammed into her repeatedly. His moans became deeper and more desperate with each thrust, his shaft delving deeper and deeper into her slick heat.

Arica watched him get lost in the pleasure, his hips speeding up before he buried himself to the hilt.

Her walls involuntarily tightened around him and he quickly jerked out of her, his seed spilling onto her bare buttocks.

He neatly used a handkerchief tucked in the pocket of his shirt and wiped her clean.

Her hips vibrated against his. His head leaned back, mouth hanging open, sweat making his chiseled chest and abs shine.

Arica huffed, casting her heavy-lidded eyes over his beautiful body.

He looked down at her, a sexy smile tugging at his lips. "Your investment deal."

"Yeah?"

"Consider it signed."