Making Sweet Love with Wifey.
Rated 18+ 🔞
Warning:
This book contains mature and explicit romance content. For 18+ readers only.
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This is a work of fiction. Do not copy, reproduce, or steal. All rights reserved by the author.🔕
In one swift motion, he shrugged off his trousers, his shirt following in a flurry of fabric and heat, aided by her trembling, eager hands. Her palms swept over his skin as though she was mapping him, all of him, and that nice body of his, that she only get to see in her dream, the one she only get to touch when she thought he was drunk, now she gets to touch them however she please, and she wasn't going to waste that opportunity.
The sculpted ridges of his abs, the taut muscles at his waist, the sensitive peaks of the nipples on his chest. Every touch sent a tremor of pleasure through him, pulling low, primal groans from his throat.
He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head, his body caging hers with a possessive dominance. His lips claimed hers again, but only for a moment before he began his trail of worship, kissing her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, then finally, the swell of her breasts.
Eva gasped, arching up into him as his mouth closed over her, sucking with a hunger that made her toes curl. He lavished each breast with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, his teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper. Her hands clutched at the sheets in helpless abandon.
But Damian wasn't done. His kisses traveled lower down her trembling abdomen, tracing every inch until he disappeared beneath the sheets. And then... she felt him there.
Her eyes flew wide, a shocked scream tearing from her lips when his mouth claimed her most sensitive place. Her back arched violently, hands fisting the bedding as if it could anchor her. Damian held her steady, his tongue working her with relentless, sinful skill. The sounds she made, broken cries, choked moans, filled the room, echoing like music he never wanted to end.
Her release came like a wave breaking, stealing her breath and scattering her thoughts. She lay there trembling, lashes fluttering, lips parted, looking so utterly undone that Damian's chest tightened. She looked like an addict high on him, beautiful, reckless, and completely his.
With a smirk, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Warm water cascaded over them, steam curling around their bodies. From behind, he slid into her without warning, drawing a sharp scream from her throat that melted into breathless moans. The rhythm was urgent, each thrust making her legs weaker until she was clinging to the slick tiles, barely able to stand.
When he finally slowed, it wasn't to stop. No, he lifted her again, water still dripping from their bodies, and carried her back to the bed.
There, Damian began again, this time unhurried, but with a deep, claiming intensity. He drove into her over and over, every movement a mix of raw passion and fierce possession, the kisses, caresses , the thrusting, the sucking , biting, was so intense, until she could no longer tell where she ended and he began. Her world narrowed to his touch, his breath, his body, until the pleasure was so overwhelming she surrendered completely, slipping into the sweet darkness of exhaustion in his arms.
The next morning
Brrrrrrrrt...
The shrill ring of her phone yanked Eva out of the warm, blissful fog of sleep. She blinked groggily, reaching across the vast bed, only to find it empty. Damian was gone.
A groan escaped her when she shifted. The ache hit her all at once, deep, lingering, like every muscle in her body was filing a complaint. Feverish warmth clung to her skin as she curled back under the sheets, wanting nothing more than to drift back into oblivion.
The phone rang again. This time she fumbled for it and pressed it to her ear.
"Where are you, Miss Eva?" Eric's voice exploded through the speaker. "Have you forgotten you have a presentation today? Do you have any idea what happens if you don't show up? Lopez Empire will lose millions! Is that how you intend to be a Lopez?"
Eva winced. "I'm so sorry, sir... I'm not feeling too well_"
"I woke up feeling unwell as well, but here I am, at work. Quit the flimsy excuses, Miss Eva, and come at once!"
"I'll be on my way right now, sir."
"You have less than thirty minutes to the presentation. Don't disappoint me!"
"Definitely, sir."
She ended the call, shut her eyes for one last moment, then forced herself upright. Her legs protested the moment her feet touched the floor, trembling so badly she had to grab the nightstand for balance.
"Damian... you horse," she hissed under her breath. Limping toward the bathroom, she cursed with every step. "You're wicked! Oh, Damian, I hate you... my back_ugh_hurts! F#ck you, Damian! Gosh, where does he get all that energy from?!"
But as she began to dress after her bath, flashes of last night poured over her, his mouth, his hands, the way he'd made her lose all sense of time. Her complaints melted into a shy, almost giddy smile. She bit her lower lip, warmth rushing to her cheeks. The memory of his mouth between her thighs made her pull the sheet over her head in embarrassment before continue to select her wears.
Some pain was worth it. This had been worth everything.
When Eva finally walked into the presentation room, she felt the weight of his gaze before she even saw him. Damian's eyes locked on hers instantly, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face. He hadn't expected her to make it, not after the way he'd kept her until the early hours.
She was late, her steps slower than usual, her expression a mix of exhaustion and stubborn determination.
Damian leaned back in his chair, suppressing a smirk as memories from the night before replayed in vivid detail. Weak? Weak was an overstatement, She'd really surprised him last night, he couldn't believe she actually passed out on him. And when she did, he'd simply pulled her back into consciousness, with more of him.
If she was going to keep up with him, she'd need training, serious, rigorous training. Because strangely for him, he never tired around her. The hunger was always there, clawing at him, threatening to spill over. Eva was like his new found drug. And God help him, the idea of hurting her by accident both worried and... excited him.
When Eva limped to the front for her pitch, Damian's eyes narrowed in disbelief.
No... don't tell me...
What happened to her leg?
Please, he thought grimly, don't let this be from last night.
But after Eva's presentation, her rival, a striking, busty, and self-assured woman named Lovet, rose gracefully from her seat. Her heels clicked like a countdown to war as she took the floor, her smile as polished as her crimson lipstick.
It was clear from the very first word: this wasn't just competition. This was personal.
And yes it was personal, Lovet has always got her eyes on Damien, and you should have known how she felt when she started hearing rumors of Eva cooking food for the boss, and also coming to work in the boss's car.
So today, she decided she was going to crush Eva. Whatever that made the boss notice Eva, she was going to do double. She knew it was due to Eva's brilliancy, which she very much planned on rubbishing. Because, hell-yes she's brilliant too, and if it is her beauty, she is beautiful too. Lovet felt she has stomached enough bullshit, so she decided to humiliate Eva, whatever it took she must achieve her aim.
Lovet's voice dripped with feigned civility, masking sharp jabs under layers of "constructive criticism." Point by point, she dissected Eva's work, and every barb landed with surgical precision.
Damian sat back in his chair, studying the scene. Eva was brilliant, he knew that, but Lovet wasn't just a pretty face; she was intelligent, calculated, sneaky. And worse, he could see the executives in the room beginning to lean her way, especially when he caught one of the executive winks at Lovet, and she returned a coy smile.
By the time Lovet finished, it was a slaughter.
"So," Lovet concluded with a sly smirk, "with all due respect, my app is a thousand times better than whatever Miss Eva just pitched."
Murmurs rippled through the boardroom. Damian's gaze remained unreadable, but he casually reached for his phone and tapped out a short message.
At her table, Eva felt the vibration in her bag. She slipped the phone out discreetly and froze when she saw who it was from.
Damian.
Her eyes darted to him instinctively, but he didn't glance her way. He was leaned back, half-listening to an executive whispering in his ear, his attention fixed on the main screen as though she didn't exist.
She looked back down at the phone.
đź’Ś Ask her if she is sure that app is her creation, because it looks suspiciously like a replicated app from NovaTech Global.
Eva's brows furrowed. NovaTech Global? Everyone in the industry knew them. The tech giant had patents and legal teeth sharp enough to shred careers overnight.
Before she could think too long, the moderator's voice called her name.
"Miss Eva, your closing remarks, please."
She rose slowly. Her mind was blank, but Damian's message pulsed like a warning flare. With each step to the front, her confidence solidified.
"Actually," she began, turning toward Lovet with a calm smile, "at this point, I have nothing more to counter Miss Lovet's... impressive app."
Lovet's smirk widened.
Eva tilted her head. "Although, I do have one question, Miss Lovet, are you sure this app is entirely your own creation?"
The boardroom went still.
Lovet's smirk faltered. "Of course it is."
Eva's smile sharpened. "Interesting. Because it looks remarkably similar to a flagship product from NovaTech Global. Almost... identical."
A ripple of unease spread through the room. Executives began glancing at each other, then to their tablets. Fingers flew across screens as they searched for the app in question.
The first gasp came from the CFO. "She's right..."
Within seconds, the entire board was murmuring. The resemblance wasn't just similar, it was a mirror image, right down to the interface animations.
The head of Legal leaned forward, his tone ice-cold. "Miss Lovet, are you aware NovaTech Global holds an active patent on this design?"
Lovet's face drained of color. "I, this is, there must be some mistake,"
"There's no mistake," the Legal Director cut in sharply. "Replicating NovaTech's intellectual property could expose Lopez Empire to a multimillion-dollar lawsuit."
Damian finally moved. His chair creaked as he leaned forward, his deep voice slicing through the chaos.
"Remove her from the bidding."
It wasn't a suggestion, it was an execution order. "How dare she challenge his wife right in front of him, the sheer audacity!"
The room obeyed instantly.
Lovet was escorted out, sputtering protests that no one listened to.
Eva remained at the front, stunned. Especially when she was being praised for her brilliancy and how she was able to save the company from what would have appeared to be a serious legal battle, Eva was even given a raise in salary as everyone sang her praise. She turned into a celebrity for the day.
As the executives recalibrated and moved to finalize her proposal, her phone buzzed again. She looked down.
đź’Ś You owe me dinner.
She glanced at Damian. This time, he was looking right at her, that slow, knowing smirk curving his lips.
And in that moment, Eva realized: he hadn't just saved her career. He'd claimed it. Then she rolled her eyes.