THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "GIRO DEL DESTINO"
—My boss won't like me being late. —Christian looked at me squinting as he smiled slightly.
We were slowly climbing the stairs to the museum entrance. We had taken longer than we should have at lunch. It had been so pleasant and entertaining that time had passed quickly without us noticing. I looked at my watch again as if to prevent the hands from walking. It was 1:10 p.m. and we were both walking into the museum together. I didn't know how to approach the question I wanted to ask him for a few minutes.
—You'll tell me what's wrong with you, I still can't read minds you know. —his comment made me smile.
— What are you going to do about my being late? —I told him as we stopped in front of the elevator doors and Christian pressed the knock button.
—We met in the lobby and I asked you to come straight to my office. —he said with a smile as the elevator doors opened and we both entered.
—Then I have to go to your office so you can scold me for being late for lunch. —I said to him as I raised an eyebrow while the doors closed quickly.
Christian pressed the basement button and turned to me with a smile that made me melt completely. He came up to me and gave me a quick, sensual kiss on the lips and just a few inches away from me smiling.
—Well, now I'm going to go in very seriously. — he said, changing his previously sexy, smiling face completely to a cold, serious one.
At that moment the doors of the elevator opened and Christian walked out on his way to his office with a firm step. I tried to do the same as him and change my face to one of "I'm in big trouble". I walked to my work station and the face I was wearing seemed to work because Mia came up to me quickly and worried.
— What happened to you? Why are you late? —asked Mia worried.
—It caught me a little late for lunch and when I was climbing the steps of the entrance I found him. —I told her, pretending as best I could.
— And what did he say to you? —she asked again as she looked briefly at Christian's office where the windows were closed.
—Go to his office. —I told her anxious.
—Good luck. —Mia told me as I was walking to Christian's office.
—Thank you. —I told her before I knocked on the door and walked in.
I lay at the door staring at him, he was sitting behind his desk in his chair staring at me. He had taken off his jacket and pulled his shirt up to his elbows.
—Close the door please. —he said as I quickly obeyed him and closed the door behind me.
But I still didn't dare to move from where I was. I was nervous and didn't know what the reason was, he wasn't really going to scold me. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop my breathing from speeding up by making my heart beat hard in my chest. I couldn't find the words to speak, and when I did, they came out almost whispered from my lips.
—Well, you're gonna scold me. —I told him a few minutes after just the two of us staring at each other.
He looked at me smiling, arms folded over his chest, the top two buttons of his shirt open.
—No. —he said as he got out of his chair and walked towards me.
Every step of the way my breathing accelerated a little more and I could feel him breathing heavily as well when his face was a few inches from mine.
—I'll rather punish you. —he said as he slid his nose down my neck. —Or torture if you prefer. —he said sliding his tongue around my neck, savoring me.
—I think I'll take the punishment. —I said to him with shortness of breath.
—Good choice. —he said as he pressed himself against me, letting me feel how excited he was at that moment.
—And what the punishment is, I have to work overtime. —I said as he smiled at my neck.
—Nothing like that, it's very simple. —he said, standing in front of me, staring at me very seriously. —All you have to do is give me a kiss. —he said with his lips a few inches from mine.
—And if I don't want to. —I said, staring him in the eyes. Challenging him.
— Are you going to challenge me? —he said mockingly, raising an eyebrow.
— What if I did? — I said, chewing gently on my lower lip as he looked at me with a slight smile on his lips.
—I don't think you dare do that. —he replied with great confidence.
— Why do you say that? — I asked him as one of his hands gently caressed my face.
At that moment the confidence and security I had a minute earlier when I had challenged him not to kiss him was wavering as he sent hundreds of electric shocks through my skin with his caresses.
—Because I can always make you. —he said taking my face in his hands. He stared at me for a few seconds and joined his lips with mine to kiss me fiercely.
I didn't know if it was the fact that we were in his office or the smell of bath gel and mint that had gotten me drunk since this morning, but I felt everything more intense, more exciting. Christian kissed me by sticking his tongue in my mouth and then squeezing me by the waist with his hands.
—I can't get enough of your skin. —he said as he went down, kissing my neck until he reached the first button on my shirt.
He looked up at me and asked for permission like this to continue or to stop. But at that point I couldn't stop him. At that time the blood was boiling in my veins and my skin was overheated by their rubs and caresses. At that time what I needed most was to cool my body, thirsty for its warmth. And I only knew two ways to do it, with a relaxing shower or unbridled sex here in his office. And the first one, at the time, even if I had the shower, was an option.
We kissed desperately as we walked aimlessly in his office. His hands quickly pulled off my shirt and I did the same with his, leaving him in a T—shirt and me in a bra. Christian put them both on the back of the chair so they wouldn't wrinkle. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and I did the same with mine. He came at me and cornered me against an office wall as he continued to kiss me wildly. I wrapped my hands around his neck and his hair and in one quick movement he carried me on my buttocks and kissed me and walked me to bed on the couch. He lay on top of me and as his hands ran slowly over my body his lips slipped once more over my warm, excited body. When he got to my jeans, he pulled them down just a little bit, and his panties were next to them. He got away from me just long enough to lower his boxers and put on a condom quickly. He approached me again, now his lips inches away from mine, barely touching me, his breath as fast as mine.
—We can't be too long, we've been delayed long enough. —he said, stroking my face.
—All right. —I replied with shortness of breath.
Christian came into me in a single envelope and I could not prevent an involuntary groan from escaping my lips when I felt him completely inside me invading me strongly.
—Shhhh, you don't want them to listen to us, do you? —he said smiling as he went out and came back in, making me moan again.
—I can't help it. — I told him between moans with my rapid breathing.
—Well, let's see if we can do something. —he said with his shortness of breath as he joined his lips to mine and thus silenced the involuntary groans that escaped us both.
Christian was in and out of me as my groans were caught by his lips kissing me fervently. My release was near, I could feel it. I could feel my whole body convulsing little by little, as all my barriers fell and I let myself be carried away by that delicious and ever more familiar feeling. My whole body shuddered as he continued to contemplate over and over again. My walls were squeezing tighter and tighter around his limb until I exploded in an intense orgasm groaning his name against his lips. And at that moment Christian collapsed on me, moaning against my lips and resting his head against my neck.
I could feel the unbridled beating of his heart pounding on his chest as he lay on me completely motionless. We stayed like this for a while until our breathing started to normalize and Christian separated a little bit from me. He stared me in the eyes as he leaned on his arms on either side of the sofa. At that time his gaze was very intense and his eyes had a malicious glow.
—You're gonna have to be late for lunch more often. —what he said to made me laugh, only he could think of something like that.
I still can't believe we had sex in his office, now I found it so embarrassing. I've never done this before in my life. I could feel my cheeks burning. But I didn't really regret anything. It had been a new and exciting experience.
He split away from me and sat on the edge of the sofa as he continued to look at me with a sexy, dazzling smile on his lips. I pulled up my panties and jeans and sat next to him on the couch. For a moment I looked at him thoughtfully and narrowed my eyes and then answered him.
—We'll, see what I can do. —I replied with a smile as I got up from the sofa to fit my clothes and button up my jeans.
—We'd better get dressed then, I think I've scolded you enough for now. — he said as he got up from the couch.
He took off his condom, knotted it and after he pulled up his boxers and jeans he put it in his pants pocket. I went to the chair and got my shirt to put it on. When I was about to button it, Christian stopped me.
—Let me do it. —he asked as his hands went to the buttons on my shirt.
As he did so he smiled slightly, it was as if he was planning or thinking something perverse.
— What are you thinking? —I told him as he continued to slowly button my shirt.
—I should be unbuttoning it, not the other way around. —he said as he finished with the last button and looked for his.
—You'll have time to do it at night. —I told him as he buttoned his shirt and I put my clothes back and my hair that was a mess.
—I think you're gonna have a problem when you get out. —he said to me with a smile on his face.
— Why do you say that? —I asked him with a frown.
—Because you've got the classic just fuck look. —he said with a laugh.
— What!
—Wavy and stirred hair. —he said stroking my hair. — warm skin. —he said, sliding his lips down my neck. —and rosy cheek. —he said as he slid his hand slowly across my face, making me blush even more.
—It's your fault. —I told him as I was separating from him trying to accommodate my hair that I knew it was going to be impossible.
—I admit it, but what will you say when they see you like this now? —he said as he walked to his chair and sat down.
—That the scolding was strong, the cheeks are just a symptom of my sorrow and the hair, I think I did something for him. —I replied with a smile as I walked towards the door.
—Yes, but there's a difference. —he said to me when I got to the door.
— What is it? —I asked curiously.
—I imagine you'll spend the afternoon blushing, remembering what happened here in the office every time you look over here. —he said to me with a dazzling smile on his face and I opened the door and walked out.