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You're a masterpiece," Josephine said kissing Alette's cheek as she stood by the front door getting ready to leave.

Josephine had come over to work on some assignments, but that somehow transpired into Josephine doing Alette's hair and makeup.

They didn't get any work done.

Alette hugged Josephine goodbye and locked the door, walking into Ares' office to use his desk as a workspace.

He was at work, but he had been clear since the first day she moved in: his space was her space, and she could use it how she wanted.

Alette sat down in Ares' big leather chair, the one behind his desk, and turned on her laptop. She snuggled into the chair, the cold material underneath her bare thighs, and the smell of her man embedded in the leather.

She smoothed down her sundress that ended just above her knees and typed in her laptop password.

She looked at her phone, biting her lip, contemplating whether or not she should call him.

It was midday, and while Alette only had one lecture this morning, and came home, Ares was in the middle of his workday.

She started working, typing slowly and glancing at her phone every so often.

She finally huffed, giving into her impulse and picked up her phone. She went straight to the camera and looked at herself in it.

She wasn't used to doing her makeup, having zero practice meant that she could only do the bare minimum, and she usually walked out of the house sans makeup. Thus, seeing Josephine transform her face with her amazing makeup skills was a pleasant surprise for Alette.

She felt hot.

That wasn't a word that she usually associated with herself; her nature and overall cherub-like face warranted words such as cute or adorable. While there was nothing wrong with that, she felt more confident when she thought of herself as being hot.

The soft smoky eye, combined with the flushed looking blush and highlighter, and glossy lips were definitely a new look for her. Josephine had even put on some false lashes on the corners of her eyes, giving them an even sultrier look. Her friend had also very kindly curled her hair, making her loose waves into more defined ringlets.

She felt hot, and she wanted her man to see.

She posed about a hundred different ways, and after what felt like a thousand pictures, she finally got one that she liked.

She huffed, well that was hard work, she thought, wishing she could be one of those people that could just turn the camera on, take one picture, and have it turn out perfect.

She went into her messages, and attached the image, biting her lip as she looked at it.

The picture itself was slightly more risqué than her usual smiling pose. She had placed her elbow on the table, and her hand pushed up her hair as she leaned onto it. She tilted her head, and the strap of her dress slid down slightly; as if the pose didn't push her chest up enough, the falling of her strap definitely revealed more skin than was initially intended.

She tended to wear her usual full-coverage clothes outside of the house; she felt more comfortable that way. But at home, where she felt safer, she sometimes wore more form-fitting and revealing clothing.

She felt protected when Reece was around; she felt more comfortable physically, and in her own body as well.

And the way he dragged his dark eyes over her body didn't go unmissed.

She took a breath and pressed send, knowing that the longer she looked at it, the worse it would look to her.

The moment the messages had delivered, she yelped and locked her phone, placing it face down on the desk.

She fanned her face, not feeling entirely like herself, but loving it at the same time.

She didn't ever think she would have felt such a burning, passionate love like the kind that felt for Aresius.

She was inexperienced, and in many ways, quite innocent, but she knew what it was that she was feeling.

She also knew very well that the words and the picture she had sent, had been very teasing messages.

The majority of her was in shock at her actions, but a tiny part, a very minuscule part that kept on growing every day, hoped he understood that she was doing this teasing on purpose.

She also hoped he did something about it.

Fanning her face again, she straightened the straps of her dress and went back to working, her study notes now looking extremely dull in comparison to her phone.

After five minutes had passed, she glanced at the phone, assuming that it had been too soon for him to reply. She went back to work.

After fifteen minutes, she peeked at her phone again, maybe he was in a meeting, she thought. She went back to work.

After twenty minutes, she huffed and glared at her phone, wondering why he hadn't replied yet. She went back to work.

But that didn't last long; she moved her laptop to the side, and unlocked her phone. Clicking onto his name, and looked down at the message and picture.

Her face fell. He had seen it twenty minutes ago. He had seen it two minutes after she had sent it.

Her face turned red from mortification.

She was completely and utterly embarrassed.

She wished she could turn back time and not send the message at all.

She placed her phone back down, feeling upset as her eyes watered slightly. Before a tear could escape, she shook her head and took a deep breath.

She had to think rationally rather than let her negative thoughts take over. He could be busy, he could have been in a meeting, he could have been at the police station talking to a detective, or at the courthouse talking to the DA. He could be giving a tattoo, or out on a mission.

There were plenty of reasonable explanations why he didn't reply.

It didn't mean that he hated me, or that I looked bad, she thought to herself, soothing her spiralling brain.

She went back to her work, focusing her mind on her human anatomy course rather than the human whose anatomy she really couldn't stop thinking about.

It wasn't even a few minutes later that she heard the front door open. She paused, her pen halfway in the air.

Was someone breaking in?

She gulped, the fear creeping up her body; she held the pen tightly in her hands as slow and steady steps stalked across the house, coming closer and closer to the office.

She jumped when the door of the office flew open, the fear not having time to register.

Aresius.

Her shoulders dropped slightly in relief, but it didn't last long when she noticed the look on his face.

She swallowed dryly, the look in his dark eyes making a shiver run down her spine.

He moved forwards and stood in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets.

He just stared at her, taking in the sight in front of him.

She looked celestial.

And he was under her spell.

While outwardly he looked calm and collected, his face passive, on the inside, a fiery ardour was beginning to consume his body.

If he were a talented man, he would have written songs about her. Painted every canvas on earth with her face. Written poetry in every dialect about her.

She couldn't have been real.

His heart pounded erratically, something it had been doing since the second he had opened up her message.

There wasn't a moment that he didn't want to be around her; feel her touch, listen to her voice.

He could barely stay at work as it was, knowing that she was at home waiting for him whenever he got back.

So when she sent that picture, it had been the spark that started the fire.

He had stood up abruptly, and walked out of the meeting, ignoring the surprised looks from all of the other attendees.

He didn't care. He was the boss.

He never abused his power in any way, but he let himself have this one, knowing that there was no way he could stay in that meeting after what he had seen.

He pushed himself off of the wall, and straightened his shoulders, walking slowly into the room.

As he walked, he loosened his cufflinks, and slowly took off his suit jacket, tossing it haphazardly on the sofa that was in the room. He stood a few feet away, staring at her as he unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling them up his taut forearms.

Not breaking the eye contact, he loosened his tie, using his tattooed hand to slip it off. The tie was also discarded atop of the suit jacket. He unbuttoned three of his top buttons, and ran his hand through his hair.

She watched him as he stalked closer, her heart beating out of her chest. He walked around the desk, and she let out a small gasp at how close he had gotten.

She pushed the chair away from the desk, and leaned back in it, trying to get some space between them.

Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, and she licked her lips, which felt dry.

His eyes immediately dropped down to her mouth, and he swallowed.

His eyes honed back in on her face and he opened his mouth, his voice a husky drawl.

"Alette."

She gulped again, noticing the fire in his eyes, and the acute feeling pooling in her belly. The feeling that made every single fibre of her body buzz with anticipation.

She didn't answer him; she couldn't.

Not a single coherent thought occupied her mind.

All she could think of was the virility that this man exuded. The rough palms of his hands, how they felt on her skin, his soft lips, how they danced on her own. There was a hunger in her eyes as she slowly raked her eyes across his massive figure.

The only thoughts in his brain were of the woman in front of him.

His eyes drank in her ravishing figure. The swell of her chest underneath the low cut neckline, the roundness of her hips as she leaned back into the chair, the pooling of her short dress around her full thighs.

The flame inside him wanted to consume every inch of her. Softly, slowly, leisurely, enjoying every sliver of skin.

She wanted him to come and make good on the promises that lingered in his eyes.

She wanted him to show her what it was that her thoughts couldn't conjure up.

He moved forwards and used one hand to move the chair so that it was now facing him.

So that she was facing him.

An ounce of shyness crawled into her brain at his proximity; everything felt so much more real.

But she couldn't look away. She didn't want to look away.

She wanted every part of this, no matter how inexperienced she was, and how terrifying this was.

The shyness came hand in hand with an inkling of fear; of hesitation. She didn't know what it was that was happening. She knew she felt desire, but she didn't know what more she could do about it.

She didn't want to disappoint him with her inexperience.

But that thought was gone as soon as it came.

She was secure enough in their relationship to know that he would never be disappointed in her for something like that.

Ever so slowly, he closed the space between them, and placed his hand on each of the arm rests, his large body looming over hers as he bent down, bracing himself on the chair.

She was so close that if she moved half an inch forwards, her nose would brush against his.

Realizing this, she abruptly moved, her back hitting the cool leather of the chair, her shoulders squared as she looked up at him with her hooded eyes.

The quick movement caused her loose strap to fall off of her shoulder ever so slightly, and his eyes drifted to her now completely bare shoulder.

He lifted a finger, and traced down from her jaw, dragging it excruciatingly lightly down her neck, across her collarbone, around her shoulders. The finger came up again the moment it dipped too low, and she let out another breath.

He rested his hand back on the armrest, and looked at her with his brow raised.

Your move, is what his eyes said to her.

Getting impatient, she swallowed down her nerves and leaned her neck up, wanting to feel his lips on hers, but he moved his head out of her reach.

She fell back into the chair, a small pout on her face, her skin still burning from his touch.

He looked into her eyes, he looked at her mouth, he looked at her slender neck and prominent collarbones, until they finally stopped at her chest.

The fire in his veins only grew more frenzied when his eyes feasted on what he could only imagine lay under the delicate fabric. He could see the ample outline of what was there, how full her body really was, and that was enough to leave him breathless.

He moved his eyes back up to her face.

"You missed me, baby?"

His voice was hoarse, and she gulped at how the low timber made her feel.

She couldn't take it anymore; she wanted to feel his skin on hers. She wanted to close the gap between them; something that he still wasn't doing.

She leaned up, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and kissed his soft lips in delirium.

He didn't move away, letting her get her fill. He just slowly snaked his hand up her neck, and around to the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair, and held her in place.

Her kiss became more frenzied but before she could do any more, he pulled away. He looked into her eyes as she arched into his touch.

"No darling, sit still for me yeah?"

"A-Ares," her voice was barely above a whisper, "P-Please."

She didn't know what it was that she wanted, but she knew that he was the only one who could give it to her.

He placed his hands on her shoulders lightly, her skin buzzing at the feeling of his calloused hands.

He kissed her forehead, then between her brows, then on her nose, and finished with a soft kiss on her lips.

He came back down to earth for a moment, and looked at her, cupping her jaw.

"You're still okay?"

She nodded, looking for clarity in her haze.

He shook his head, "I need you to say it. Use your words my love."

"I-I want you," her voice was quiet, but it was sure.

He nodded once, and pushed her gently back into the leather chair. She looked angelic; the dark chair contrasting with her lightly coloured dress. The height of the chair that was meant to fit a man like Aresius, dwarfed her small frame.

Her back touched the chair again, and he kissed her deeply and wholly. He moved down, placing his lips on her jaw, trailing them down the underside of her chin, and onto her neck. She craned her neck back, a whimper escaping her mouth.

He used the space she had given him to trail a line of kisses down her throat. He kissed down her sternum, and into the valley of her cleavage; he kissed down her stomach, his lips staying on top of the cloth of her dress the whole time.

He nearly came undone at the soft sounds that she made.

He moved her dress up in one swift movement, revealing her stunning thighs.

He gripped the soft skin of her mid-thighs, one hand holding each leg up slightly.

She let out a breathless whimper at the tight clutch of his fingers on her skin, "B-Baby."

He didn't know what he was doing, and he could only hope that she felt good under his touch.

Her chest heaved up and down as she stared at the powerful man on his knees in front of her.

Her mind was hazy and her eyes were glazed over, his touch becoming too much to handle.

He kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, just above her knees. His kisses moved up farther on her legs, his lips feather-light on her skin.

He stopped himself before he went any further; wanting to make sure his angel was okay. He looked up at her, asking for confirmation.

She bit her lip tightly, the sight sending a tremor through him, and she gave him a definite nod.

When he had gotten her consent again, he finally looked straight ahead. With a newfound determination, and a body full of desire, he licked his lips.

She unravelled beneath his touch when he tipped his face forwards like a ravenous man.

She was his favourite sweet treat after all.

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