Confessions of a libra

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12.05.25

“I told you not to move.” His grip tightened around each forearm, breath fanning her ear.

His body seemed to wrap around her from behind. He supplied her with a warmth so tantalising a shiver ran down Fadzi’s spine.

“I don’t do what you say,” she quipped haughtily.

Who did this man think he was telling her how to live?!

“You’re being a brat again and I don’t know how much of this I can take,” he says through gritted teeth.

George held her from behind, his frustrated tone earning a flutter of satisfaction deep in her belly. Unable to hold back the craving to punish this man in her employ, she continued the game.

“You’re going to take exactly what I give you; I do pay you after all,” she was trying to maintain a serious tone and failing, miserably.

His arms snaked around her so quick, it gave her whiplash. Then he tilted her chin back toward him.

“Let’s get one thing straight cupcake,” George said in a dangerously low tone, “you pay me because I allow you to. I don’t need your money. And it wasn’t me who was begging to be protected!”

The air was charged with knee weakening electricity. Fadzi knew he was right, but she was fighting her base urge to contradict everything he said. Everywhere their bodies touched was in delicious flames. George continued, unperturbed by her lack of response. It was hard to make a coherent thought with so much touch.

“You obviously don’t care about the rules. Up there in your ivory tower. But so long as I am your employee, you will obey me. And I think you’ll find that you’ll like it.”

Fadzi’s chest was heaving in response to every word coming out of his mouth. A hundred protests died on her tongue as she felt him place a tender kiss on her temple. Images assaulted Fadzi’s senses – tangled limbs, sweaty bodies, taking, giving…

“Let me go.” It’s all she managed, and it lacked resolve. He knew it, she knew it.

“Hmm…I think I can show you how much you’re gonna love what I have in store,” he murmured.

Every word was controlled and deliberate to match his exacting personality and standards. Her knees were weak, and her fingers shook ever so slightly in anticipation.

“I’m not convinced,” Fadzi whispered. A moment later, a squeal of delight.