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"Ms. Sanders?" He said in his deep and sexy voice after scrutinising me from head to toe.

"Sir." I gulped loudly before I said, "I'd like to give you a blow job."

Short introduction of my boss:-

He is sexy. He knows it. He is handsome. He knows it. He has fangirls dropping to their knees at the sight of him. He knows it. If he wasn't let's say, a businessman, he could have been a supermodel...and he knows it.
It's written all over his face. That overconfident and cheeky smile of him is enough for women to clench their thighs.
He is Leonardo Vincenzo-a self made billionaire and infamous womanizer. 

Ps- He only dates blondes.

Jane Sanders-personal assistant of a playboy billionaire Leonardo Vincenzo. He hardly noticed her as a person. For him, she is a Robot who follows his commands. 
But all of this boring office life changes when an unexpected event becomes the turning point.

Kisses for a Devil

"What the—" And then he shut me off as his lips attacked on mine. 


"Drop the bullshit, Bombshell. I know you weren't drowning." He said as soon as his lips left mine. "Only a person who knows swim could survive the fucking two minutes in water."


"Oh boy, Look at the moon. How mesmerising—" And then he again kissed me hungrily as if I was a desert.


Oh god, If I weren't drowned in water, then I'd have definitely drowning now.


"Okay-Okay." I panted. "I've been taking swimming classes since last month. Luke has no idea about this. Happy! Now, put me down you caveman!" 


A mischievous smirk played on his lips. "And you put an act 'cause your cute ass had gotten bored, Yes?" 


My cheeks flashed red as I said, "I-I did this because you called me fat." 


"Not the seducing part, Gattina. I want to know why you made yourself drown." 


Bastard. I wasn't trying to seduce him. I had picked up that sexy bikini to make him consider the 'fat' thing again. And with the drowning part, hmm...


"I did that to sabotage your game." I realised that we were now in my room as I felt the softness of mattress at my beck. 


"Baby, You ruined my game. Now I have to play the football with you." He smirked crookedly as he hovered over me pinning my wrists over my head. "pagherai il prezzo, Gattina Mia."


Was that....Italian? Oh my goodness. Give me some Holy water. 


I knew he was italian. Eva told me once that italy was his hometown. That's why his accent was different. And it gets more thick when he is angry.


"Get off of me, Lasagna!" I yelled and tried to free myself from his grip, but my attempt turned out worse as my lower body grind against him and we both froze. 


 "Jane, you naughty girl." He grinned. "You like my dick. Don't you? Just say yes, baby and it won't be your mouth this time—perhaps, your pussy or anal or maybe the road between your breasts if you get lucky."


My eyes went round as saucer and heat crept upto my face. 


"Get off of me, you horny manipulative bastard Or else I'll scream." 


"Scream, Baby. Scream as loud as you want. I haven't gotten soundproof walls for nothing." 


I grind myself again while earning a low growl from him. "Oh fuck! You're making it hard, Bombshell."


"I'll rub myself again and again until you pass out with blue balls and finally get off of me." Hmm..that's what my plan, pervert.


Suddenly, his painful expression turned into lopsided grin as he said, "So that's your game, baby. Hmm...let's see who will pass out first." And then he grind his crotch between my thighs. We both gasped at the same time.


I could feel his boner on my stomach. Oh god he was really in pain. Well, he wasn't the only one who was in pain. I was aching too. My pussy was throbbing like a heart of a teenage girl when she sees her crush walking in school hallway.


The night was too long. Let's see who would pass out first.


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