HIS POV:

"Did you sort everything?" I asked her and held her close to my chest. Fuck me. She smells just like me. The obsession she has got with my things isn't something that I can describe.

"I am. Can you get me pineapple juice, please" she asked and I leaned down to capture those plump lips. Fuck me again. Those fucking lips that were around my cock. Just the thought has my pants tightening. The way she had taken my cock in her mouth by surprise. Fuck what did I ever do to deserve this sweet angel?

"Just a minute," I said, giving her neck a last kiss.

This girl is obsessed with all the smoothies and juices. Fuck no, not juices. What the fuck is happening.

I took out her desired drink that she had me making and poured it into the glass. I had never cooked for anybody. Nobody and here I was, dying to see her smile when she eats the food I make.

I went from behind and kept the juice on the table carefully to not let it fall on her papers that had amazing designs.

"I like it," I said, kneading her braless breasts and earning a moan from her.

"I don't like that. It's not up to the mark" she said and pulled out another paper.

"Hold on. Don't start another design" I replied pinching her nipples. I went to my room and got her a thing.

"Here. Use this. Don't waste so many papers" I handed her the box.

"That's an iPad" she looked at me shocked.

"It is. Now please don't waste papers" I shrugged and sat beside her.

"Isn't the environmentalist in you coming out?" she said, pinching my cheeks.

cue the red cheeks.

"Look at you blushing like a mad man" she snapped my picture and I groaned at her antics.

"Shut up and continue those designs" I rolled my eyes and she just came up and sat on my lap, straddling me.

Fuck me again. Please do, now.

"I adore you, caro" she rubbed her cheeks to mine like always and kissed me. I slipped my tongue into her mouth exploring it. The moans made me get a boner again. Mercy, please.

She groaned and rubbed herself on me. I need to stop this or I'll take her here on a fucking chair or the table.

I held her hips tightly, stopping her movements making her groan.

I know baby, I fucking know. Ask me how many times I've got blue balls around you.

"Complete those designs," I told her huskily.

Those red swollen lips.

FUCK ME. I need a damn cold shower.

She looked at me and her next step shocked me.

What the actual hell?

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A chapter from his pov. The next one is longer and a continuation of this.

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