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Spicy chapter ahead.

"Sweetheart, you look so fucking beautiful... Oh God!" he groaned, his eyes devouring her like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

"Ah... Xavi—"

Her response was swallowed by his lips crashing onto hers. Her knees buckled as a wave of electricity coursed through her body, forcing her to cling to his shoulders. He kissed her with a hunger that consumed her entirely, and when he bit her lower lip, a loud moan escaped her. She wanted more. She wanted him—nothing and no one else.

Krithika's eyes fluttered open, her body covered in sweat and her heart racing so fast as if she had run a sprint.

It was him.

It was always him.

Xavier fucking Lucifer Joseph. He was the one who had been haunting her dreams, night after night after night.

It was his lips that had kissed her senseless. And she craved every single second of it.

Was it wrong to lust after her boss? A man who drove her insane with irritation, who vexed her to the point where she daydreamed about slapping him—or better yet, pushing him off the top floor of Xhasis Tower?

Why was her attraction to him so unbearable? Was it because she now knew what those sinful, fabulous lips could do?

It was just one kiss.

One fucking kiss.

Why was it so damn hard to forget?

Maybe it was the way his hands had claimed her, or how his lips—soft like velvet—had ignited every nerve in her body. Or it was the passion that had curled her toes as his tongue had plunged into her mouth oh-so-sensually.

Her eyes fluttered shut as her body betrayed her. Lust clawed its way to the surface, and her fingers wandered of their own accord. She touched her breast, teasing her hardened nipples with light, tantalizing strokes.

"Hmm..."

A moan escaped her lips as the friction of her nightdress added an edge to her desire. Her right hand traveled down, grazing her navel before venturing further south, while the other hand caressed her neck and lips, tracing the memory of his phantom touch.

Heat rushed towards the south and settled in between her thighs as her desire smoldered hot for him. Her mind conjured images—improper, sinful images—of what she wanted him to do to her.

It was so wrong yet so fucking pleasing.

An illusionary image of his head peeking above her thighs as his golden-brown eyes intently stared at her face crossed her mind, and she breathed, "Oh!"

Her eyes were tightly shut and she swallowed hard as her fingers worked at her core, pleasure building so intense that she started to doubt what was real or unreal.

The hallucinations in her mind continued as his lips curled up in a smug smile revealing those dimples. "Sweetheart, come for me."

Then his head tilted to kiss her down there, to kiss her.

"Xavier..." she whispered his name, and just like that her world came apart.

Fuck!

She lay there in the aftermath, breathing heavily, her heart racing as she tried to process what had just happened.

What am I thinking? The question jolted her into a spiral of shame. Her eyes flew open, wide with horror. What the hell was I thinking?!

Masturbating to fantasies of fictional lovers was one thing. Even reliving an old flame was excusable. But this? Imagining her boss, the arrogant, infuriating, and utterly forbidden Xavier L. Joseph, bringing her to ecstasy?

And it was disgusting to think that it satisfied her!

She shuddered, scowling at herself. "This is crazy!" she muttered, shaking her head as if the motion could dislodge the memory. Climbing out of bed, she made a beeline for the shower, scrubbing her skin as if to erase the evidence of her betrayal. She dressed quickly in a random kurti, still nauseated by the remnants of her imagination.

After having her shitty breakfast in P. G., she started for the office. The first day of the year should've been a holiday, but no—Satya had called a few of them in for a meeting about a new project. Lucky her.

She checked her phone while sitting in the metro. Everything was slipping out of her hand, she had to control it and the only way out was to leave the Xhasis. If she never was to see Xavier, her mind would stop bothering her, right? Yes, that was the only way out.

She scrolled through her emails, desperate for a distraction when something caught her eye. Two interview invites from reputed organizations. Her lips pressed together as she hit "Accept" on both invites.

"Please, Lord," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "Help me get one of these jobs."

Because if she didn't, she wasn't sure how much longer she could survive working under Xavier fucking Lucifer Joseph.

Do tell me what you feel about this and the upcoming chapters, always open to positive criticism.