Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 411

S3–Chapter 9

Manuela’s POV

Since Flavian left my apartment on Saturday, I could only do what he said I kept thinking about whether I was ready to be with a man like him. He was too handsome and too intense, and I was young and inexperienced.

I hadn’t seen him at the office the day he saw me there; I must have been really distracted not to notice such a man: But I didn’t. I saw him later at the dealership and had no idea who he was, but I left there sighing over him, thinking that such a handsome man would never look at me. That night I dreamed about him. When I met him again at the wedding, it was a shock – I thought he would snub me, but he was gentle, loving, and attentive. I felt as if there was a connection between us.

Then, when he kissed me, it was as if I had always been waiting for him. He made me feel things I had never felt before, even before kissing me, while holding my hand during the party, or when he whispered something near my ear, I felt a tingling, an itch, a wanting for something more.

And then he kissed me, and I felt like I was floating in his arms. And I wanted more. But then came the conversation in my apartment, and he gave me the certainty that I wasn’t really the type of woman he liked, but for some reason, he liked me, that made me insecure.

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I didn’t know what to do – he had been very clear that he didn’t like inexperienced women. When he discovered I had no experience at all, he would surely run miles away from me. But I didn’t want him to run away; I was already falling for him.

I spent Sunday sighing in every corner, picked up my phone several times thinking about calling him, but I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even ask the girls for help since they were all busy with their men. I would have to wait until Monday to ask for help. And that’s what I did. (1)

But in the end, when I arrived at Flavian’s apartment, I still didn’t know what to do. Until he said he wanted to sleep with me. Now there was nowhere to run – it was time to decide if I would continue repressing my desires or if I would finally free myself and dive headfirst into this man’s proposal.

I took Melissa’s advice. I was crazy about this handsome man, wanted him to kiss me again and not just that – the heat he caused on my skin, what I felt when he touched me, the need to feel more, I wanted to give myself completely to him. So I followed Melissa’s advice to the letter and jumped into his lap.

And after I said everything, I panicked, thought he would send me away, that he would distance himself, but he surprised me. He kissed me and touched me in an even more devastating way on that bed, he left no room for any more doubt – I would be entirely his. I had never felt anything like it and doubted I could feel it with anyone else. I had heard my friends‘ stories; being inexperienced didn’t mean I had no idea how things were, I just didn’t know it could feel so good, and we hadn’t even done anything major. I was eager for more kisses, more touches, to discover what would come next. But he carried me out of bed.

In the living room, he sat me on his lap facing him, perfectly fitted against his hips, our bodies so close, and yet I wanted to be even closer to him. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body and smell his delicious woody cologne that made me never want to let him go. My eyes wandered over his handsome face, and my hands, resting on his shoulders, were itching to touch his muscular chest.

“What is it, little one?” he asked softly.

“What?” I replied, still lost in observing him.

“You’re looking at me in a certain way…” He noticed, catching me in the act of my desire for him.

“It’s just that you’re so handsome, that…” My cheeks grew hot – what was I going to say?

“Tell me, little one. For this to work, you need to talk to me,” Flavian spoke patiently. I looked at him and gathered my courage.

“I was just thinking about how handsome you are, and I wanted to touch you.” I averted my eyes to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me.” Reluctantly, I met his eyes, and he was smiling. “I’m eager for your touch.”

He took my hands, kissed my fingers, and placed them on his chest. I ran my hands over his chest as if smoothing his shirt,

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