Sitting in his chair, Atlas leaned back. He couldn't concentrate on the documents in front of him. His mind was wandering somewhere.
Closing his eyes, he tapped his pen at his temple and tried to avoid thinking about the way his secretary had responded to his touch.
The way she had surrendered to him and let him claim her. The feel of her nipples hard against his chest and that delicious lips of hers.
Atlas hadn't plan on kissing her in the elevator. It just happened. Having her so close in the dark space had set him on fire.
She makes him lose control whenever she was around. It's like he was under a spell. A spell he couldn't resist. Only God knows how hard these past few days has been to see her walk in and out of his office without him touching her.
Seducing her was meant to be fun. He was supposed to be in control of this game but it seems he was losing every passing second.
