I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Meredith reveled in the moment, both of them in the prime of youth, and she was acutely aware of how much restraint he had exercised these past days. The tantalizing prospect of pleasure, so close yet unattainable, sent Terrence Sterling to the restroom nightly.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Without exposing his secret visits, Meredith only feigned ignorance. His back bore a deep wound, one that forbade any vigorous movement lest it hinder the healing process.

With all that being said, the kisses from Terrence Sterling only grew fiercer, his hands beginning to wander, eliciting from Meredith sounds that beckoned desire. Lost in a haze of passion, her mind clouded, her body aflame with heat and longing, she yearned. A woman with natural desires, after all, especially under such enticing overtures, and from Terrence Sterling of all people.

After their heated exchange, she lay on the couch, with him above her, their gazes locked in a dance of desire. “Terrence Sterling,” she gasped, her breaths deep, her clothes disheveled from their fervent kisses, her bosom heaving enticingly. Her cheeks flushed with a seductive glow, Terrence Sterling tightened his core, brushing strands of hair from her forehead, his voice heavy with lust, “Meredith, give in to me.”

With the tension of a drawn bow, neither could turn back now. Meredith’s lips, flushed from the kisses, begged attention, and Terrence Sterling’s gaze drifted from her lips to her collarbone, her chest, her abdomen… Her skin, fair and blushing with excitement, was irresistible.

Her eyes settled on his bandaged arm, and she teased, “What about your injury? Are you not worried about it affecting your… performance?”

“I am a man,” Terrence Sterling declared, pinching her waist playfully and drawing a giggle from her. “As long as my back is spared, all is well.”

No pretense left, Meredith wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering playfully into his ear, “Let me test just how strong your back is.”

Her words fueled him with great encouragement. A surge of joy erupted within Terrence Sterling as he carried her to the bed, “The battlefield is broader here.”

A spacious battlefield allowed Terrence Sterling to unleash his prowess. And as the night proved, his strength was indeed unaffected…

Their small rental transformed into an expansive arena of passion. That night, a thought took root in Meredith’s heart a once-fearful heart now yearning to be with him forever.

The ecstasy of the moment made Terrence Sterling feel that even dying in Meredith’s embrace would be well worth it. He wanted to meld her into his very marrow, to possess her utterly.

At a critical moment, Meredith panicked, “Wait… I don’t think I have any condoms at home…”

He kissed her cheek tenderly, “If we could have a baby, I’d be overjoyed.”

Meredith was stunned. Did Terrence Sterling truly envision a future with her? Or were these merely sweet nothings uttered in the heat of passion? She remembered his words; children were the most bothersome creatures, a poor investment.

Exhausted, Meredith felt her mind slip into oxygen deprivation, and in that daze, she succumbed to sleep.

The next day, she chose not to dwell on his words. Some words, once spoken, didn’t warrant further consideration.

Today was Meredith’s birthday, and true to his word, Terrence Sterling took her to the Bronx Greenway to find that temple. After rising and getting ready, their driver awaited them downstairs.

The Bronx Greenway was a hundred miles from the city center, a journey of two hours. Still tired, Meredith dozed off again on the road.

Meanwhile, Joy Chaucer, preparing for tonight’s birthday party, left early for beauty treatments and hairstyling. She would appear in her finest, ready to accept Terrence Sterling’s proposal.

Tonight, she would be the center of attention.