Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

sure no one would buy that story. I expected people to look down on me making me feel insignificant next to that cover guy.

Just an hour before the end of the work day of that Friday, Ingrid gave me a report in a dark folder so as not to reveal its contents. I knew what it was and just nodded to her without showing any particular interest. As soon as she went away, I opened it and eagerly devoured it, as if it were a treasure map.

That report contained a lot of data about Damian's mother. I didn't know Ingrid could be that good at collecting information. Damian’s mother participated in charities and donated to different causes. She was a horse race lover, never missed any important show at the theater and was also passionate about musicals, but her main passion was art. She spoke three languages, and her family was of Greek origin.

"Jeez! No wonder Damian is an Adonis," I sighed.

Then I resumed reading the report. She had three children, Miranda, Amelia and Damian, the latter being the youngest. She had been married twice. She was widowed at a very young age after her first husband died in a plane crash. All her children were the fruit of her second marriage to Mr. Devoir.

As expected, her favorite cuisine was Greek and her favorite dish was moussaka, a sort of lasagna made of layers of vegetables. She loved tulips and was fond of Persian cats. Passionate about fashion and a big fan of Prada, Loro Piana and Ermanno Scervino brands. She had major equity interests in publicly traded companies in the auditing and digital marketing fields, and she was the owner of various smaller companies: a legal consulting firm, a ballet school, and a theater company.

A ballet school? That was curious. Owning a law firm also seemed unusual to me, perhaps she needed it to take care of her own business. The theater company could represent her personal way of doing charity considering her passion for musicals.

The rest of the information concerned her family of origin, that was of high social status, and her studies: she majored in Art History. I imagined that her passion for art came from there, though there was no information about her favorite form of art.

I decided to keep that report in the only drawer that could be locked, because, with the luck I had, Damian would surely discover it. I could put it in my briefcase but it was still in my car. As soon as I closed the drawer, the door of my office opened to let in the person who had monopolized all my thoughts: Adonis in whose veins flowed real Greek blood and whose olive complexion was also the genetic inheritance of his ancestors.

"Ready to go out, honey?" he asked closing the door and walking calmly towards my desk. "I can wait as long as you want."

"Would you wait for eternity?" I asked just to provoke him. I was impatient to know what he would answer.

"If the reward is you, of course yes," he said so convinced that I thought he was sincere.

If he can do it, I can do it as well, I said to myself looking for a passionate answer, typical of someone who was in love.

"Don't wait then," I said getting up without taking my eyes off him. "I'm yours," I added hoping that he'd make some gesture or movement that would give me the green light to throw myself into his arms.

He moved so fast that I didn't even realize how, in an instant, he had imprisoned me in his embrace. His mouth eagerly devoured mine as my hands grabbed his neck so that he didn’t let me go. I didn't want him to stop. It was probably one of the most exciting moments of my life.

At the office, with a sexy boss, with a chance that someone could open the door at any moment. Who hadn't had an erotic dream like that? Whoever denied it, lied blatantly.

I felt his fingers work their way down my back to my hips, then he squeezed my buttocks to get me closer and make me feel the hardness of his erection. I sat on the desk opening slightly my legs and drew him towards me pulling his gray tie, so that he didn’t stop kissing me.

"We should get going. Aren't you hungry?" He asked the moment my lips moved away from his lips to go and lick his neck and then to his earlobe.

"I have another kind of hunger right now," I whispered before biting him and hearing him moan.

"Are you sure? Here?" he asked as if he didn't believe I was capable of it.

"Here and now," I stated, pulling his shirt so hard that, despite its high quality, most of the buttons popped out, leaving that huge pecs in plain sight.

I bit his chest as my fingers gently traced down his stomach. I unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. I slipped in one hand to caress his warm penis.

"Fuck," he moaned. I pushed him to make him take a step back and got on my knees and, to his astonishment, I lowered his pants and boxers to reveal his erect penis .

I slowly caressed his penis as I gradually put it in my mouth under his attentive gaze. The fact that he kept looking at me with desire encouraged me to continue. I started with a gentle rhythm until I accelerated the movement with my hand. I heard him moan with pleasure as I savoured his flesh with lust.

I was aroused, eager to give myself as I had never been before, probably because someone could open that door at any moment and we could be caught red-handed.

"Come here!" he exclaimed, grabbing my hair to make me stand up. He pushed me against the