Chapter 61. Rewards

If this CEO did not have oil in his kitchen, I’d resort to violence, literally.

But he did. 

In fact, his kitchen was so stocked my eyebrows raised.

Did he cook? Because he had no housekeeper, or did any of his women… 

I did not dwell on those thoughts. He did not strike me as a sneaky man.

I walked back to the living room, a bottle of pure olive oil in hand.

At first, his eyes devoured my nakedness, till he noticed the bottle in my hand, and his eyebrows raised in surprise.

But he did not ask questions, and I smiled at him.

I liked him more at that moment, liked this similarity we had of going with the flow, and asking little questions.

Kneeling before him again, I planted wet kisses on his glistening cock, from the very top to the base, and every time my lips touched his flesh, his cock jumped and he inhaled.

I smiled up at him, and his hands reached for my face, his thumbs caressing the spot my dimples were.

Hol