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TABOO LOVE

Young journalist Isabella Jones is tasked with speaking with Robert Woods, the charismatic and influential CEO of Woods Enterprises. Given that Woods is extremely reclusive and rarely grants interviews, Isabella is anxious about the interview. She is adamant, though, that she will give it her all and get the story. When Isabella shows up at Woods' office on the day of the interview, she is immediately terrified by his presence. He is far more appealing than she had anticipated, and he exudes authority. But Isabella is determined to stand her ground and refuse to be intimidated by him. The interview goes well, and Isabella is successful in getting Woods to reveal some useful information. She is shocked by her attraction to him as well, though. She is aware that she should avoid him, but she still finds herself pulled to him. As Isabella gets to know Woods better, she begins to see that he is not the stolid, ruthless businessman she had assumed. In actuality, he is nice, humorous, and caring. Despite the fact that she is aware their connection is illegal, Isabella starts to fall for him. Woods also begins to feel something for Isabella, but he hesitates to express it out of concern for what might happen to her career. The two of them, however, are unable to resist their attraction to one another, and they subsequently begin a covert romance. They have to keep their employment a secret from everyone, which complicates their relationship. Nevertheless, they are adamant about making it work, and they eventually figure out how to be together without jeopardizing their professional success.

Katherineobasi · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
54 Chs

CHAPTER 46

Yeah, why don't you like them, I tremble to ask. Since high school, I've had body insecurities. That, however, is a tale for another time.

He quickly shook his head, "No, no, no." "They are fucking perfect."

"Really?I whimpered.

He says incredulously as he watches them all, "Really?" My skin tingled at the touch of his fingertips delicately tracing them, and my eyes went wide. "They're so perfect that I just wanna swirl my tongue around the outlining of them all."

He circles the one on my hip bone, "How many do you have?" he asks.

I said, "You can count them another time," and moved away from him.

"How the fuck are you possible," he murmurs to himself as his eyes scan my body lustfully, his lips lick, and he painstakingly examines every detail of my skin.

I grab his hand while blushing. Until some moron had to break the romantic atmosphere, we calmly strolled down the semi-crowded beach hand in hand.