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Jarvin’s movements grow more urgent, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. The intensity between us is overwhelming, a wave of pleasure building with every moment. My breath comes in short gasps, matching the rhythm of our bodies moving together.
“Lucy,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice strained with need. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me to meet his every motion. The sensation is almost too much to bear, yet I crave more.
I arch into him, my fingers digging into his back as I hold on for dear life. Every nerve in my body is on fire, the anticipation of release driving me wild. “Jarvin,” I gasp, barely able to form words. “Don’t stop.”
He groans in response, his pace quickening as he drives us both toward the inevitable climax. The pressure builds inside me, a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment. My body trembles with the intensity of it all, every sense heightened and focused solely on him.
The room around us fades away until there’s nothing but the feel of Jarvin’s body against mine and the mounting pleasure that threatens to consume me. I cling to him desperately, our connection feeling like an unstoppable force pulling us both toward the brink.
With each thrust, the tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until it’s almost unbearable. The edge is so close I can taste it, and I know he feels it too. His breath is hot and ragged against my skin, his movements growing frantic as we both chase that final release.
He groans my name again, his voice filled with raw emotion. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, pushing me even closer to the peak.
I can’t hold back any longer. With a cry of pure ecstasy, I finally let go, the climax washing over me in powerful waves. My entire body shudders with the force of it, every muscle tensing and releasing in a symphony of pleasure.
Jarvin follows closely behind me, his own release hitting with equal intensity. He holds me tightly as we ride out the waves together, our breaths mingling in a shared rhythm of satisfaction and relief.
As the final tremors fade away, we remain tangled together, our bodies still buzzing with the aftershocks of our passion. It feels like we’ve crossed an invisible boundary, one that has brought us even closer together in ways words can’t fully capture.
Jarvin pulls me into his arms, and I can feel the thudding of his heart as my head lays on his chest.
"You have to come back to work.” His deep voice breaks the silence and I prop myself up to face him. “You can't just throw your career away. " His words are steady, as he holds my gaze.
"But this… What about us? I already turned in my resignation…"
"I'll handle it," he says. Clearly, the CEO in him is taking charge of the situation. "We'll figure this out as we go, but you can't quit your job."
"Okay," I say softly, letting silence fill the space between us as I process everything that has happened. I lay my head back on his chest finally feeling complete.
CHAPTER 27
Lucy
On Monday, as I walk into the office, I feel a wave of confidence wash over me. Last night as we laid in bed, Jarvin all but demanded I come back to work. And who am I to say no to the CEO? For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m ready to face the day with clarity and determination.
I stride to my desk, greeting my colleagues with a bright smile. The weight of past doubts and insecurities seems lighter, almost nonexistent. As I settle into my chair and boot up my computer, I catch a glimpse of Jarvin through the glass walls of his office. He’s engrossed in a conversation with one of the managers, but for a moment, our eyes meet. His gaze is warm and reassuring, sending a silent message that makes my heart skip a beat.
Despite the intense connection we now share, Jarvin and I manage to maintain our professionalism at work. We exchange nods and polite greetings like before, ensuring that our colleagues see nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, beneath the surface, there’s an electric current between us—a charged atmosphere that infuses every interaction with an undercurrent of something deeper.
As the morning progresses, we collaborate on several projects together. Our teamwork is seamless; his authoritative presence guiding our discussions while I contribute with my insights and ideas. Each task we tackle carries an unspoken reminder of our bond, making even mundane work feel significant.
“Lucy, could you pass me that report?” Jarvin’s voice is steady as he asks for a document during a meeting.
“Of course,” I respond, handing it over without missing a beat. Our fingers brush briefly as he takes the paper from me, and a jolt of electricity shoots up my arm. I keep my expression neutral, but inside, I’m buzzing with excitement.
We maintain this delicate balance—professional on the outside while silently acknowledging our personal connection. It’s both thrilling and comforting to know that beneath the veneer of our roles lies something real and profound.
By lunchtime, I feel more grounded than ever. The sense of security from last night’s intimacy gives me strength and focus. As I head to the break room to grab a coffee, Jarvin passes by and offers a subtle smile—a small gesture that speaks volumes about where we stand.
As the day goes on, I can’t help but notice the chemistry that sizzles between us. Every glance Jarvin and I exchange is filled with unspoken words and lingering desire. The memory of our night together plays in the back of my mind, intensifying the attraction I feel.
In a meeting, he presents a proposal with his usual commanding presence. I find my gaze drifting to his strong hands, remembering how they felt against my skin. He catches my eye and for a moment, it feels like we’re the only two people in the room. My heart races as he gives me a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of our shared secret.
Back at my desk, I try to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to him. The way he touched me, the way he made me feel—it’s all-consuming. I glance over at his office and catch him watching me. He doesn’t look away this time, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
During a break, I head to the break room for some water. Jarvin follows shortly after, his presence filling the small space. He stands close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off him. “How’s your day going?” he asks, his voice low and smooth.
“Busy,” I reply, trying to keep my tone casual despite the fluttering in my chest. “Yours?”