Chapter 25: Greg's POV

She remained silent during the drive, the only thing she said to me was that she wanted to go home to start packing her father's things. I respected her silence even though I would have given anything to know what she was thinking about.

When we arrived at her home, she got out of the car and headed for the entrance, opened the door and left it wide open for me to enter. I couldn't take this silence anymore, when I entered the house I completely lost all patience. I had to know at all costs.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked as I approached her at the sofa where she was sitting. She lifted her eyes and looked at me, as if confused.

"No why ?"

"What is it then? Why are you so quiet? You haven't said a word since we got out of the elevator." She looked at me and I saw that she was hesitating to say something , then she looked down.

"Don't you think we should talk about what's going on." I stayed silently for a moment staring at her.

"Let's talk about it if you want. What do you want us to talk about?" I settled down well in the couch and faced the television that was off.

"I don't know" she replied with a nervous laugh. "What's going on between us at first? I don't even know what's happening and I don't know if it should happen."

"Why shouldn't it?"

"Why? But for many reasons." we looked at each other, she had an incredulous look.

"Name me one please." I remained calm but I saw that it was not the case for her.

"Maybe because you're my boss, or because you and I don't come from the same social background, or because you were recently engaged and your fiancée seems to be convinced that you're going to get married no matter what." It was my turn to look at her with disbelief.

"All I hear here is just lame excuses. The fact that I'm your boss doesn't prevent me from wanting to kiss you every time I see your smile. And the fact that we are not from the same social background has nothing to do with what is happening between us. And finally if I announced publicly that I was not going to marry her, it is because I'm sure I won't change my mind." She looked away as soon as I finished speaking and fell silent.

"Look at me." she hesitated and I turned her face towards me with my finger. "Look at me." I repeated myself and her beautiful brown eyes met mine.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I know what's going on between us, whatever it is, you like it as much as I do. And as far as I'm concerned, the desire to be with you is greater than anything else, so I really don't care if you work for me, or whatever other excuses you gave me." she looked at me confused.

"What do you mean by, the desire to be with me."

"What? don't you want to be with me?" I smiled and approached her more closely. She started to smile and I approached again.

"It's insane." she was almost laughing.

"I do not care." I placed a kiss on her dimples and with a smile she took my head in her hands and kissed me passionately and enthusiastically. As the seconds passed, the kiss became more and more intense, I felt her more enterprising than the other times. She pushed me onto the sofa back, and climbed onto my lap without ever separating our lips. The desire I had for her began to be extreme. I wanted her right now and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold myself back if she didn't want to go any further. I tried to slow down the kiss, I couldn't believe it was me who was becoming the more sane of the two of us. She bit my lip just as I was about to break the kiss. She stopped and looked at me with incomprehension.

"I... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold myself back if we continue like this." I told her and she smiled and dropped a kiss on my mouth.

"Who told you I wanted you to hold back?" she put on a cheeky smile and started kissing me again. This girl was going to end up driving me crazy.

"Wait wait. Are you sure?"

"Not at all, at the point where I am, I'm sure of nothing at all. All I know is that I want you." her fiery yet vulnerable gaze made it even more difficult for me to keep my head on my shoulders.

"I really want you too, but understand that I don't want to rush you."

"Shut up and Kiss Me." she pulled me again. And there, it was stronger than me, and I just gave in.

I hugged her tight and stood up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked up the stairs, straddled them and entered her room. She was kissing me like never before, I closed the door, turned around and gently pressed her against the door. I departed my lips from hers and started kissing her on the neck, she moaned with every kiss I put down and it only served to increase my urge to take her right there on the doors. But I wanted to be more gentle with her. I put my hands under her top and pulled it up, she lifted her arms so I could take it off her, I stepped back a few millimeters so she could stand up , I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her feet . She was blushing so much and not even looking at me. I started kissing her neck again and came back to her lips. I picked her up, and walked over to the bed and before putting her down, I unclipped her bra and put her down before sliding it over her arms and removing it completely. She squeezed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her breast, but I stopped her. If only she could see what I was seeing, she was so beautiful that I felt like nothing else existed in the world than the two of us. I leaned towards her and began to caress her body with kisses starting at the neck and going down to the chest. My lips lingered on her breasts, I kissed them, rolled my tongue over her nipples and finally sucked them.

"I can't take it anymore" She moaned loudly and pulled me towards her, then pulled up my T-shirt and helped me take it off. I detached myself from her to take off my pants and my boxers at the same time. I came back to her, took off her panties and admired her for a moment and she bited her lower lip.

"You are so beautiful!" I whispered to her as I leaned towards her again. Our lips met again, and I found my way into her.

"Greg" She moaned my name as I started pacing back and forth, picking up the pace each time.

"Greg" she repeated my name moaning several times before cumming.

I had never liked my name so much before that.