The time was 9pm when he finally came to my room, exactly three hours since I had left the dining table.

I knew because I had been awake, propped up in my bed reading Pride and Prejudice, though I had not turned a page in over an hour.

And yes, shame me for it, but I waited for him. As much as I wanted and struggled to pretend like I didn't want this, the truth was I wanted it just as bad as he did.

There he was, standing at the doorway of my room, still in his work clothes. His shirt was loosened, the top buttons undone. His tie was gone and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the muscles of his forearms.

He looked too imposing from where he stood, in a way that made my pulse quicken.

I clutched my book to my chest, “What are you doing here?” I asked even though I knew. He had come to finish what he started in his office.

He didn't answer.

“Just because you're my boss doesn't mean you can waltz into my room whenever you want.” I said.

Again, no answer. He just stood there, leaning against my door frame, his gaze locked in mine with so much intensity.

I kept talking, the words spilling out in a rush to fill the silence, to push back against the way his gaze made me feel.

“And don't tell me you're sleeping over again. It's not raining and it's not late either. Go back to your house and to the memories of your wife and leave me the fuck alone.”

I don't even know why I said that. Overstimulation, perhaps.

But he moved then, cutting me off without a word.

He walked to my old desk and pulled out my chair - the same one I'd spent nights hunched over stressing over one assignment or the other.

He set it in the middle of the room and looked at me.

“Come sit.” He said in a low and commanding voice like he knew I would not refuse.

The audacity.

I could have said no, I could have ordered him out of my room and screamed at him to never come back.

But the reckless part of me, which I had discovered only days ago, wanted to know what this was all about.

So I stood, my legs shaky and I crossed the room and sat on the chair.

Petyr watched me settle into the chair then he stepped forward and bent over me so that his face was only inches away from mine and I could feel his hot breath in my face.

My gaze strayed from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.

“You don't get to talk about my wife that way.”

Then, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled her closer, his lips crashing into mine with an intensity that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my whole body.

The kiss was anything but gentle. It was demanding, full of simmering tension. My hands gripped the edge of the chair to steady herself. My book tumbled to the floor, forgotten.

For a moment, I froze, trying to navigate between the shock and reckless thrill that was coursing through me.

I kissed him back, matching his intensity. Matching his need.

My fingers found their way to his shirt and clutched the fabric. His other hand rubbed my thigh as he trailed kisses from my lips to my neck down to my belly. Then, he got on his knees before me.

His eyes, dark and unreadable, stared back at me. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, my mind reeling.

His fingers gripped the edges of my shorts and he began pulling them off. I hoisted myself up so he could slide them out from beneath me.

At this point, I was not in control of my body anymore. I was responding to what was being done to me.

Then, he pushed my legs up so that my feet were on both sides of the seat and my pussy lay out bare, uncovered in front of him.

I gasped and turned towards the door which was unlocked.

Anyone - my parents - could walk in at any moment and see us in this position.

“They're busy,” Petyr said as he admired my nakedness. “They're not coming up anytime soon.”

I wondered what he meant by they were busy and how busy they were that they were not bothered that their guest was no longer in the living room with them.

Well, I didn't have time to think about it much because in the next minute, Petyr's strong hands gripped the middle of my flimsy top.

He ripped it off me before I even had the chance to object.

My favourite bedtime top gone.

I was now fully naked infront of him, fully exposed.

“You're trying to push me away, Sirena. I don't like that.”

Sirena. The name rolled off his tongue like honey and it made me weaker.

Pushing my legs further apart, he moved in closer and kissed my thighs, just next to my sex.

He slid his hands through the space my legs created and grabbed my ass cheeks. Bringing his face closer, he inhaled like his life depended on it, his nose less than an inch away from my clit.

It took a lot of willpower for me to not push his face against me. He was teasing me and I was too impatient for that.

I needed him, I needed him badly. My folds were soaked to the extent that I was dripping and swollen with want, the air thick with my scent.

Seeing that I was going to lose it and force his head down where I wanted it to be soon enough, he grabbed my arms and held them away.

From my thigh, he kissed his way up to my lower belly, then placed his lips on my soft mound.

He went back to kissing my thighs, moving from one to the other and each time purposely skipping the part of me that begged for some attention.

I shuddered in need.

“Oh my God, please…”

“You have no idea what you do to me, Sirena.” He murmured and placed his lips fully in my lips.

I threw my head back and moaned, rolling and twisting my hips to apply more pressure. He grabbed my ass again to hold me in place and took the first lick, from bottom to top, slowly.