Lucas’s chest roared. The tightness almost made it impossible for him to breathe. He tried to stay calm, but unfortunately, tranquility seemed to be forbidden for him now.
“Bastard!”
Lucas quickly loosened his tie. He hoped that the open space would provide more oxygen and suppress his emotions. But once again, he was mistaken.
No use. The heat grew more intense, and it made Lucas growl even more.
Lucas should not be emotional. Illogical turmoil was a vulnerable thing. It could obscure his clear and broad vision. Everything could become blurry. That was dangerous.
Finally, he gave in. Lucas could not take any risks other than finding the right distraction. He needed to appease the thundering in his chest. He had to cool down the raging fire.
Lucas grabbed his phone. Without thinking twice, he called Velia.
Lucas’s call was answered quickly. If one were to count, it probably took only two seconds.
“Hello, Luc.”
Lucas closed his eyes. Velia’s gentle voice was like an oasis for the current heat tormenting him.
“Ve,” Lucas replied with a heavy voice. “Can you come to my office now?”
Perfect timing. The lunch break would come in five minutes. Velia would not have any problems disappearing for a while.
“Sure. I’ll come right away.”
Lucas took a deep breath when the call ended. He just needed to be patient a little longer. A few minutes that were insignificant.
A knock caught Lucas’ attention. His voice echoed, giving permission, and then a beautiful woman entered.
Velia closed the door behind her and walked to where Lucas stood behind his desk.
Lucas did not wait; instead, he welcomed Velia’s arrival. He moved and immediately embraced Velia when they finally faced each other.
“Luc?”
The tightness of Lucas’s embrace startled Velia. She squeaked and reflexively held Lucas’ chest.
The embrace did not loosen. It was as if Lucas had not seen Velia in a long time. He hugged tightly, making it difficult for Velia to breathe.
“Luc,” Velia whispered in confusion. “I-I can’t breathe.”
Lucas snapped back to reality. He released the hug but did not completely let go of Velia. Instead, he held her upper arms to maintain contact.
A slight distance gave Velia a chance to see Lucas more clearly. The man looked disheveled. He appeared restless with a stern face. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his hair was messy. Sweat was also present.
“What’s wrong with you, Luc? You look distressed.”
Lucas closed his eyes. Not only was Velia asking with a tone full of concern, but she also cupped his face.
“Are you having a problem?”
Lucas’ eyes opened. He shook his head faintly, but Velia felt otherwise. Lucas did not seem okay. Something was happening.
Lucas replied by holding Velia’s hand. “No, I just miss you.”
A different light radiated from Lucas’ dark eyes. Velia did not know what it was, but it seemed like longing was something slightly confusing.
“We’ve only been apart for four hours, Luc,” Velia said, implying doubt. “Uh, or maybe about five hours.”
“Are you setting a time limit for me to allow myself to miss you?”
“N-no.”
Velia’s words faltered, but she was grateful. At least she could say that one word.
“I miss you, and I need to make sure you’re okay with my own eyes. I can’t imagine if someone else saw your beauty,” Lucas struggled to express. His breathing seemed chaotic. “Maybe I shouldn’t allow you to work. Do you know what? I feel sick and-”
Velia’s fingers left Lucas’ cheek and moved to his neck. They moved with an undeniable pull.
Velia cut off Lucas’ words. In a way he did not expect, she interrupted the string of words.
Lucas was stunned. Just like a dumbfounded person, he stared as Velia’s lips planted a kiss.
Confusion flickered in Lucas’ eyes. He captured the sight as if it were in slow motion.
Velia closed her eyes. She looked gentle and loving as she kissed him.
Just like usual. Velia’s kiss was just a fleeting touch of the lips. But it was strange. How could it appease the thunder in Lucas’ chest?
It sounded impossible, but that’s exactly what happened. Lucas instantly felt calm.
“Do you want to spend the lunch break with me?”
Velia blinked. Lucas’ question was a little confusing. Was he asking her to have lunch together, or…
Lucas suddenly wrapped his arm around Velia’s waist. He hugged her and paid back the kiss he just received.
Velia’s hands went up. She immediately held onto Lucas as he guided her to step back.
Velia was taken aback. Her legs felt weak as Lucas’ kisses deceived her. Slow and rhythmic. His steps were unsteady as he explored the not-so-distant path.
Velia’s heels touched the edge of the desk. There was no more distance left. Their steps came to a halt there.
Lucas’s frustration echoed in their kiss. Like a jungle ruler giving a reprimand to his prey.
Velia should be scared. Just like when they first met again. She trembled, felt hot and cold, and could not breathe.
That was how it should be. That was how it should be. Yet, apparently, that’s not what Velia felt now.
Her body trembled. She felt hot and cold. Her chest felt constricted without air.
But this was different. Trembling, hot and cold, and the constriction came with a familiar tingle that brought a feminine heartbeat.
Velia leaned her back against the edge of the desk. Her fingers, which initially clung to Lucas’ hand, slowly moved. They gradually rose and traced along Lucas’ chest, finally settling into a tight embrace around his neck.
Eyes closed. Mouth open. Velia was not just receiving; instead, she responded to each kiss with a similar touch.
They kissed passionately. They caressed. Enjoying each other’s taste in the most intimate way.
Lucas’s tongue teased, caressing Velia’s lips and playing in the corners of her sweetness.
A hint of a smile emerged. Velia invited Lucas to enter, and she greeted him with a sensual trap.
Lucas groaned as Velia ensnared his tongue with a tantalizing suck, causing a surge of excitement. It felt electrifying and brought forth an unbearable tension.
Velia tilted her face, creating a position that allowed her to savor Lucas’s tongue even deeper. Like a beautiful predator, she did not want her prey to escape her trap so easily.
The rhythm was gentle, sultry, and melodic. Velia shattered Lucas’s self-esteem with feminine touches that overwhelmed his masculinity.
Lucas’s chest filled with passion. His fingers moved from Velia’s waist to her buttocks, where he squeezed firmly.
Their tongues parted. Velia could not hold back her moans as their lip-lock reached its peak.
A momentary pause ensued. Lucas seized the opportunity to play with Velia’s cheeks, while unbuttoning the cuffs of both their wrists. He hastily rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows.
Velia blinked, confused. Her gaze wandered as she realized what was happening.
“L-Luc.”
Lucas’s lips descended further, trailing along her jawline, and pushing Velia to tilt her head back as he grasped the edge of the table.
Velia gasped, her chest rising and falling with rapidly escalating desire.
Lucas’s exploration paused. Their eyes met at the shimmering cleavage adorning Velia’s collarbone. Then he kissed the skin near it.
Lucas moved towards Velia’s chest. Without asking for permission, he released several buttons of her shirt.
The shirt parted, revealing a dazzling sight that captivated Lucas. His eyes narrowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
Lucas fought the battle within himself, trying to maintain some semblance of sanity. He did not have many options. His opportunities were limited. He could not fully undress Velia.
It was not appropriate. Not in his own office. Not during daylight.
Lucas found a middle ground. He pushed up both breasts from below, freeing them from their respective bra cups.
Lucas devoured the brownish nipples, and Velia instinctively moaned. She could not resist the intoxicating touch of Lucas’s teasing. She lost control.
Lucas’s wet mouth played with Velia’s nipples. His tongue moved skillfully in a swirling motion, while his mischievous fingers teased the other nipple, twisting, pinching, and stroking it.
Velia squirmed. Lucas’s seduction brought an uncomfortable pulsation to her femininity. She tried to close her legs, but unfortunately, Lucas hindered her.
With one free hand, Lucas slowly moved. After playing with her buttocks, he crept upward. He caressed Velia’s thigh from the outside, then slipped inside.
Lucas caressed Velia’s inner thigh. His touch conveyed both desire and hesitation. It seemed uncertain yet delivered sensations that coursed through their bodies.
It was not just Velia. Lucas was affected as well. In each seductive gesture they exchanged, sparks grew stronger.
Lucas became greedy. He wanted to delve deeper. To go further. To infiltrate Velia completely.
“Luc.”
Velia bit her lower lip. Lucas’s fingers did more than just caress. He teased her clitoris and caressed the entrance to Velia’s femininity.
There was dampness. There was warmth. And there were the shadowy fantasies Velia offered to fuel Lucas’s desire.
Lucas’s middle finger penetrated. It entered, and Velia instinctively grabbed Lucas’s hair.
In and out. Lucas’s finger shook Velia’s world. In rapid and fervent thrusts, he shook the remnants of her sanity.
Velia’s grip tightened. Her vaginal muscles contracted.
Lucas held his breath. He almost jumped when he encountered the trap that clamped around his finger down there. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing him to the edge.
It seemed impossible for Lucas to hold back any longer. Perhaps he could maintain his composure and logic in the face of the mystery that lay ahead, but not when Velia was involved.
It was not just Velia’s warm and wetness that caused this. Nor was it just the tightness of her feminine muscles that blurred his rationality. It was the moans and sensual writhing of Velia that truly detonated the explosion.
Lucas could not resist. This time, he would be selfish. He withdrew his finger from Velia’s femininity when she was lost in ecstasy.
Velia, whose eyes had been closed for who knows how long, opened them. She looked at Lucas with a sense of loss. It was a pitiful sight.
Of course, Lucas would not let Velia wait long in emptiness. He withdrew slightly, reluctantly pausing their intimate encounter.
In a hurry, Lucas unbuckled his belt. He unfastened the pants and quickly lowered the zipper.
Velia welcomed him. With joy, she helped Lucas free himself from his underwear.
Lucas’s chest trembled. His two hands reflexively held onto the edge of the table, and his face lowered.
Velia’s touch shattered Lucas’s world. It shook the steadfastness that had been his pride all along.
What Lucas said earlier was true. For Velia, there would always be exceptions.
Velia wiped away a drop of moisture at the peak of Lucas’s masculinity. Her touch ignited a desire in him, prompting Lucas to take action immediately.
The curiosity within Velia’s primitive feminine urge needed to be quenched. Lucas suddenly stopped Velia’s hand and pulled away.
Lucas was tormented. “We don’t have much time.”
How pitiful it was. The remaining speck of reason managed to remind Lucas of their situation.
It was a debt. Lucas reminded himself to repay it another time. With interest that he would gladly provide.
For now, let things be as they are. A momentary delay would not matter. At least Lucas promised to give Velia an unforgettable experience. A sensation that would bring its own pleasure.
Lucas swiftly turned Velia’s body around. He did not give Velia a chance to guess what he would do before it was too late.
Velia was pushed. She was guided to lean halfway over the worktable.
Velia’s legs trembled. Intimate images that could happen immediately flashed through her mind.
Velia held her breath. She felt Lucas unzip her skirt. In no time, her lower garments and underwear were pooled around one leg.
Lucas’s embrace enveloped Velia from behind. One hand squeezed her breast before descending to caress her femininity.
Lucas did not need to check. Could he already feel the wetness and warmth of Velia’s femininity? The woman was ready for him.
There was no more time to wait. Now was the time.
Lucas’s masculinity penetrated Velia’s femininity quickly and forcefully. Without any warning, he thrust inside, causing Velia to bite her lower lip.
Velia tried to stifle her scream. But inevitably, her moans escaped. She whimpered like a trapped animal unable to break free.
A low growl echoed from Lucas. The sensations that greeted him made him instinctively pull Velia’s buttocks slightly.
The collision created an erotic sound. Adrenaline surged.
Lucas only needed two seconds to hold Velia’s buttocks. Then he began to move.
A movement full of rhythm and regularity was born. He moved at a steady speed. Not in slow strokes, but the opposite.
Lucas’s hips moved forward and backward, tending towards speed. In such a position, it was impossible to move slowly.
It was instinct. Desire deep within. Far away in the subconscious.
Velia whimpered. Lucas’s thrusts left her powerless. Although she had been ravaged multiple times before with strength and speed, this one was different. There was an additional impression creeping in, making her moans grow even louder.
That impression was heat.
Uncontrollable warmth surged. Flames ignited, burning the two souls intoxicated with desire.
They did not think about anything else. Everything vanished from their minds, leaving only the passionate desire to savor their limited time.
Sweat splattered. Beads of sweat cascaded down Lucas’s face. One drop. Two drops. They fell one by one, landing on Velia’s buttocks.
Lucas blinked. The sensual sight momentarily increased his excitement. His thrusts became faster, and Velia’s moans echoed once again.
“Oh, Luc.”
Lucas’s eyes glazed over. Velia’s sensual voice fueled his enthusiasm even more.
Keep moving. Without pause. No gaps were created.
Their lovemaking produced sounds that filled the room. Velia’s moans. Lucas’s groans. Along with the erotic sound of their masculinity and femininity meeting and colliding. It all created a tumultuous wave that heightened their passion.
Among them, Velia’s cries emerged victorious. Her moans and whimpers vanished, replaced by tangible evidence of the growing pressure.
Velia squirmed. With her head resting on the table, she shook it repeatedly, providing further proof of the vague impression Lucas felt.
Velia’s femininity pulsated differently. Its presence set a trap that made Lucas fall deeper. He tried to escape, run away, or at least hold on a little longer.
But Velia attacked Lucas’s weak point. She countered the thrusts she received with a firm response.
“I can’t hold on any longer, Luc.”
Lucas grinned. He allowed another drop of sweat to fall onto Velia’s buttocks. Frustration built up, compelling him to spank and squeeze that feminine mound. He did so eagerly.
Velia proved the truth of her words. No time passed since her confession, and Lucas’s thrusts and squeezes shattered her defenses instantly. Along with himself. He exploded in waves of pleasure.
Velia moaned for a long time. The sound of satisfaction resonated and danced in Lucas’s hearing.
It splashed with ego and arrogance, making Lucas smile proudly. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. The intense throbbing in Velia’s femininity dragged Lucas along. His muscles clenched. He surrendered himself to the pleasure Velia provided.
The sensation was indescribable. It could not be put into words. Too beautiful to be depicted in a thousand colors.
Tight. Warm. Growing wetter.
Lucas ignored Velia’s moans. His pulls and thrusts on Velia’s buttocks grew stronger to match the rhythm of their movements.
One pull caused Velia to let out a piercing scream. Her buttocks collided forcefully with Lucas. And Lucas’s masculinity slammed into her depths, as if he wanted to penetrate as deeply as possible.
Velia whimpered. At the same time, Lucas roared.
Lucas’s masculinity throbbed. Its journey ended with spilled sperm, wetness that left Velia uncontrollable.
Lucas collapsed. He fell onto Velia’s body. His breath was heavy and erratic. Chaotic, but it was a chaos that brought immeasurable pleasure.
One minute. Two minutes. Lucas needed a moment to calm himself from the blinding climax. Velia was equally powerless.
Lucas opened his eyes. His tongue licked Velia’s earlobe, then nibbled gently. Like a finishing touch to the feast they had just enjoyed.
Velia moaned. However, her eyes rolled back, intoxicated by the caress Lucas bestowed upon her femininity.
Lucas’s kiss landed on Velia’s cheek. He bid farewell with a sweet gesture as he pulled away. Slowly, his masculinity left paradise.
“Ve.”
Lucas’s voice sounded husky. He needed a moment to clear his slightly dry throat.
Lucas lowered his head. With great understanding, within the confines that held Velia, he reached for her skirt and underwear.
With Lucas’s assistance, Velia turned her body. Her legs still trembling as she held onto him.
Lucas wiped the sweat off Velia’s face, smiling with satisfaction. “Come on! Clean your body first. After that, I’ll ask Vlora to prepare lunch.”
No energy remained. Everything was exhausted. Velia could only nod. She followed Lucas’s steps as he led her to the private bathroom.
A smirk formed on Lucas’s face. Doubt arose, and he was certain Velia would not be able to reach the toilet.
Lucas took action. Without warning, he reached for Velia’s body and carried her. He could not risk Velia falling due to exhaustion.
Velia was startled, but only briefly. Instead of resisting, she embraced Lucas’s neck.
*