I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Meredith sat atop him, her hair as dark as storm clouds, cheeks flushed pink, her robe slipping off her now naked shoulders and back. Her seductive charm was beyond words.

Perfectly positioned, she found herself sitting right on top of his penis. What man could withstand this?

Feeling the hard object beneath her, Meredith blushed slightly.

She tossed her hair and slowly leaned forward, one hand braced against the bed, the other caressing his face, moving slowly downward… undoing his buttons.

Terrence Sterling’s face bore a smile, an expression of indulgent mischief, tinged with great enjoyment.

His gaze fell on her chest.

As she leaned forward, her neckline drooped, barely containing her full breasts…Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Terrence slightly tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, hands gripping her waist.

Meredith began kissing him, her actions telling him how much she enjoyed their current position.

Her kisses, now skilled, were a testament to his teachings.

Her tongue played a teasing game in his mouth, hiding and seeking, unwilling to satisfy him too quickly.

“You little imp,” Terrence chuckled, fully aware of her playful intentions.

She lay on top of him, her eyes enticing, “You’ve given so much dowry; surely we can’t end too quickly. If the main course is lacking, we let the foreplay compensate.”

“Main course lacking?” Terrence raised an eyebrow. “Meredith, are you questioning your husband’s stamina?”

Silence fell on Meredith.

Ah, the deadly pride of men.

One could criticize anything but their performance in bed.

She smiled, “I’m just worried I might not keep up… ah…”

Before she could finish, he flipped her beneath him.

“There’s only a tired ox, never a ruined field,” he said, lifting her skirt with urgency to possess her.

That night, they explored every conceivable position with their bodies, their enjoyment heightened.

Her cheeks flushed, “How can it be… so pleasurable…”

For Terrence, it was a pleasure tenfold what he’d known before.

Even if it killed him, he was content to die in her arms, willing to neglect his kingdom for her alone.

Stella, trying to interfere, went to Thornfield Gardens only to find it all empty, then tracked down Meredith’s apartment address, also in vain.

Stella could only fret as more time passed, fearing complications if Meredith and Terrence truly tied the knot.

As the night deepened.

Justin, seeing the news, tried calling Meredith but couldn’t reach her.

Fiona, with a bitter tone, remarked, “At this hour, Meredith is surely with Terrence. She has no time for your calls.”

Indeed, they had moved their battlefields to the bathroom, phones left silent in the bedroom, unaware of Justin’s attempts to contact them.

In the steamy bathroom, water cascading down from the showerhead, they embraced tightly, his body pressing rhythmically against hers…

After two failed attempts, Justin gave up and prepared for bed, exhausted from his day. The rented apartment was now cramped; one room occupied by his brother, the other by Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher, leaving Justin and Fiona to sleep on the couch.

Justin asked, “How’s work going, Fiona?”

“Just so-so, exhausting and barely profitable,” Fiona lied, as she hadn’t been working at all.

Justin tried to encourage her, “You’ll get used to it. Hard work will pay off.”

Tired of such platitudes, Fiona didn’t believe that hardship alone would bring wealth.

Hesitatingly, Fiona informed, “Justin, I’m moving out tomorrow. I’ll rent a place with a girl; it’ll be easier for work.”

This was Fiona giving up on relying on Justin, burdened as he was now.

Justin, not oblivious, understood her decision.

“It’s inconvenient here; moving out is good. If you need money, just tell me.”

They spoke softly, not to disturb others, Fiona lying on the opposite end of the couch, her feelings stirred by Justin’s masculine presence…