A Rare Encounter

Nolan storms into the house fuming with rage. "How the hell did Paige find out about us?" he barked the moment Itzel came to view– marching towards her.

Itzel's brows intuitively crease, thrown off by his sudden outburst. "Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" she uttered, her face nettling into indifference. She trails towards him, her gaze mischievous as she closes the gap between them. "What did you do?" the words came out seductively.

She looked rather relaxed given the situation. "Can't you see what's going on?" Nolan asked, a bit surprised by her attitude. "Shouldn't you– " he snapped but Itzel presses her lips on his, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Nolan resonates, succumbing to her. The shock of his mouth against hers was cold and dominating. The contact was all fierce, sparkling warmth. Soft, firm lips. His lips. Against hers. Passionate and claiming, as if to communicate something to her that he'd been unable to communicate with words.

He wants to own her.

His breath blended with hers so that she couldn't tell where his exhale ended and her inhale began. Every sensation was packed with miracles overwhelming surprise and deep commitment.

But little did he know Itzel was just using him. It was all to intimidate Paige but he was a fool because his stupid heart that hadn't yet made one right decision was giving itself piece by piece to Itzel. No amount of structure or routine or control was good enough to hold it back– and she knew just how to get him under her covers.

"She is going to come around soon," Itzel fumbles on the words amidst the kiss, which came out more in a whisper and this rather seemed to turn him on.

He briefly breaks the kiss, breathing heavily while lustily scrutinizing Itzel, she smiles and this is enough to kick off the mood. He sweeps her into his arms– trailing to Itzel's room.

He throws her onto the bed and she giggles, watching as he undresses while her body craves his touch. As if on cue, he leaned down and started undressing her with every touch of his. He spreads her wide and she closes her eyes at the touch, lewd and lascivious and lovely.

Nolan stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers.

'I want you,' he said.

Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. 'I know.'

She arched against him when he moved to her other breast. Two fingers worked inside her, a little uncomfortable but nothing she couldn't handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on her, lavishing her breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and her eyes rolled back into her head.

So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. Her body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, she'd cry. Cry, and beg. And maybe kill… she came groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost.

She quivers with passion, digging her fingers into his shoulders when he slides his hard, eager sex into her.

"You're mine," he said softly, pressing himself into her depths. "Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether you yield to it or not." She pulled against his grip and sucked in her breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper

The sudden, delicious sense that Nolan is hers, for now, entirely and completely hers, fills her with as much force and speed as his hard cock. As his thrusts gain a steady tempo, she brings her hands to his pecs, his nipples, down his abs, clamping her legs around his waist, driving him further into her until their sweat-slick bodies are sliding together, and he's whispering in her ear,

'I never knew you were such a dirty girl, Itzel Stewart."

"Now you know, why don't you forget all about Paige now?" she softly said amidst moans. "It's just Paige being Paige–" she groans deeply with passion, cutting herself mid-sentence when he stirred in-depth in her cult.

Despite the situation at hand, they were shamelessly claiming each other as if there was nothing at stack.

*********

Paige checked her wristwatch for the last time, hastily walking into the aisle that leads to the CEO's office. But before she could register properly the time, Kayden's anxious voice rasped in her ears.

She lifted her gaze in the direction of the voice to see her rushing towards her from the doorpost of the CEO's office. They were more of the sisters' duo than a boss and her subordinate.

"You're an hour late," Kayden sneered in a near whisper, closing in on Paige as they walked side by side.

"Should I be blamed?" Paige replied in the same tone as though preventing someone from listening to their conversation while they trod towards the office. "You should have called me earlier,"

"Wait," Kayden snapped, subtly sniffing her environment, " Did you drink last night?"

"How did you know?" She was taken aback by Kayden's out-of-the-blue question. "Is it that obvious?" she almost screeched as they came to a stop in front of the office. "I should be making a good impression."

She sounded worried but before Kayden could say anything, a voice interrupted from the other side of the door,

"Are you going to keep standing there?" he inquired and Paige almost jumped out of her skin– having no idea they could be heard from inside.

Slowly, Kayden inched the door open, stepping into view with a sheepish grin while Paige followed from behind. He was sitting with his back facing the entrance when they walked in.

"You're late," he said, placing her iPad on the table as he lifted his gaze towards them. But was taken by surprise when his eyes settled on Paige, "You?" he muttered.

The latter's brow furrowed, not sure why he was pointing at her until it dawned on her – a flashback of last night jogging her memory as the picture of the man she had woken up beside played before her eyes.

She gasped, covering her mouth as her eyes widened. Kayden stared between them– not sure what was going on.