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Comfortably sitting in his luxurious private jet, Zach is in a meeting with his team in a conference area. I noticed his impeccable taste when everything he owns is distinctive with a high level of customization.

We landed at the International Airport via a HI75 medium-sized helicopter, where I met his other team. The men in black in Boracay are his security team. This man is loaded; this jet is covered with fine leather and custom wood veneer, and its floors are covered with pretty carpets and stonework screaming extravagance.

Cynthia, his marketing officer, presents marketing situations. She is so businesslike, too serious, and wants compliments. She eyed me from head to toe when Zach introduced me to her. She was wearing a business suit of gray and white, her hair was impeccably done in a French bun. I am never bothered by those kinds of people. I worked on my own and knew my abilities.

I smirked when I noticed that Zach told her to make some revisions to her presentation.She even scolded Natalie when the poor girl gave her the coffee she requested. Natalie, on the other hand, was very polite to her and I smiled at her when she passed. She smiled back. She returned and offered me a chocolate cake. "Mr. Camwell specifically requested desserts before we embarked for you Ma'am," she said.

"Just call me Shimi and thank you Nat," I said. Natalie smiled back," You're welcome, Shimi," she said, and returned to Cy Cynthia as she called for the girl and I was sure that the woman was a pain in the ass. I avoided people like her. Cynthia had an unreasonably high sense of her own importance. She needs and seeks too much attention and wants people to admire her. People like her lack the ability to understand or care about the feelings of others. But behind this mask of extreme confidence, she knew, Cynthia was not sure of her self-worth and was easily upset by the slightest criticism, just like what happened when Zach ordered her to make some revisions.

Zach offered me his private suite if I wanted to sleep while they were discussing business. I told him not to worry about me; I raised my Physics book to let him know I'd use my time for reading.

He thoughtfully looks at me and kisses me on the forehead. I listen to music and read my book. I ate the chocolate cake slowly while reading the book.

Zack keeps glancing at me while Cynthia is giving her other presentation; she notices it and looks at me annoyingly. I smirked. Well, someone needs to teach a hard lesson. I texted him, all shouting in capital letters.

"I AM SO FUCKING HORNY, ALL I CAN THINK IS SUCKING YOUR DICK, FUCK THIS PHYSICS BOOK," and pressed the send button.

I saw Zack checking his phone; he nearly fell off his chair when he saw my dirty text message and looked at me wide-eyed. " I wink at him.

I slid from my comfortable seat and walked to the private suite, swaying my hips. From the corner of my eye, I could see Zach staring at my every move. I once more turn to Zach, smiled at him with a smile full of promises, and continued my journey to his private suite. The full-time bedroom has a touch of masculinity; gray is the prominent color.

I was about to check the personal bathroom and walk in the shower when Zach opened the door and kissed me hungrily. "I will satisfy your craving, baby; I am at your service," he said huskily. "I want your cock inside my mouth," I whispered hungrily. I kneeled between his legs, fumbled his pants, and slid into his underwear.

There, "my mouth waters seeing this hon," I whispered. I use the tip of my tongue to trace the head of his shaft and lick the very tip from bottom to top. I wrap my right hand around his shaft, then add my mouth. I move my hand and mouth up and down his shaft and look at him devilishly while doing it; he groans loudly as it turns him on. I deep-throat him, sucking and licking him while I massage his balls with my free hand.

"I am going to come, baby, shit!" You are great! as he orgasms inside my mouth

. I swallowed all his juices and smirked while he held his breath. He kissed me with urgency.

"We will do this quickly, baby," he said hoarsely.

My magenta-pleated dress accentuates my fair skin. I removed my panties and threw them away, pushed him to the bed still in his clothes, and mounted him; his shaft filled up my sex. I kiss him hungrily; our tongues move together like they are engaging in a dance. His hands were in my crotch, rubbing gently while I mounted him. Then he grabbed my clitoral area and rubbed it vigorously, and I did the same.Our moans entangled in our throats as we kissed deeply, and I felt like something was building inside me and was about to explode. I did explode, and my senses scattered widely like fragments.

We landed at Chiang Mai airport; this northern part of the country is cooler than the other parts as it is surrounded by mountain ranges. To Cynthia's annoyance, they didn't have time for discussion and settled on sending the report to Zach. I made sure Zach stayed in his cabin with me.

Two men in black, Jim and John, fetched us in a Mercedes Benz Viano. I sighed when I saw the luxurious van. This man beside me doesn't know how to stay low. Two other cars are in tow.

We arrived at this dwelling in the middle of nowhere. The place has an ancient Chinese touch and a serene ambiance; the fogs formed by the cooler, denser air are a beautiful sight. This abode is huge and complete with amenities. Zach holds my hand and walks in a hurry, opens the door of a bedroom, and pushes me to the bed. "I miss you," he said, giving butterfly kisses. We just had mind-blowing sex on his private jet more than an hour ago. His appetite is driving me crazy.

He is getting into my stamina; it feels odd and hot again, thinking about sex. Next morning, I will explore the place; I am looking for a place to do my physical routine, I thought, as he dragged me and undressed me hastily. I found a studio-type area near the outdoor pool with a built-in sound system and screen at the center of the wall and wooden-type floors.

Perfect!

I chose the famous K-pop girl group Black Pink because I love dancing to their beat, which is sexy and sensual yet has a wholesomeness and fierceness to it. I am wearing a very short white skirt and a white stretchy midriff top. I let my long, wavy hair down and watched the dance practice once, then I started dancing with them.

One dance to another dance, I roll my head with my hair flying and my hands on my waist. I saw him sitting in a chair, watching me intently. I smile at him and continue dancing while making eye contact with him. I hum the lyrics, make the moves a little sensual, and wink at him. When the music stops, he comes hurriedly to me, his blue eyes so intense. He kisses me like there's no tomorrow.

"I like you in your sweat," he said before he kissed me fiercely again. He touches my inner thighs and crushes me to the wall near the screen. He slams himself into me; I like this rough side of him. In fact, I like it so much, I match his intensity with dynamism. I am sore, really sore, but my needs are more important than my soreness.

"You like rough," is a statement, not a question. I replied to him with kisses and thrusts. I clasped his thigh with my legs.

"Faster," I said wantonly.

He obeyed and pumped me mercilessly like a scene in a historical drama. I pulled his head, grasped his long blond hair, and kissed him fervently. We both got in a wild frenzy. I feel weak; I need to eat something sweet.

"Are you hungry?" We are still in the studio, lying on the floor, panting. "Yes, I'm famished," I said weakly. His libido is getting into my strength.

He helps me with my clothes, and we walk hand in hand to the kitchen. An Asian-looking guy greeted us in Wai; I responded by greeting him in Thai. The table was already set up. I love Thai food, and my appreciation shows in my face. We eat in silence, but I still need sweets. Zach nods to the man in the kitchen, and he serves the chocolate lava cake at the table. I smiled brightly and cut the cake, served him, and cut a bigger piece for myself. Damn! This is good! I can feel the energy in my body starting to work. I close my eyes and feel the luscious taste. When I opened my eyes, I saw him looking at me intently and smiling thoughtfully.

My heart was beating erratically. I never felt this to any man. I don't want to fall for him. He deserves better..