Chapter 7. A Dream

Angelica’s POV

“Mi amore, what are you doing over there? Your office hours have already started. Your job is to serve your boss, and this boss of yours is ready for his first service,” Dylan sat on the bed, dressed in nothing but shorts.

I walked inside the room, dressed in one of his shirts that reached my mid-thighs. The lack of a bra made my n*pples perk at the sight before me.

I gulped at his sturdy body, which looked straight out of the magazine. My vag*na ached with need and wetness as I looked at him, unsure.

“This is wrong, sir,” I stuttered, my gaze not moving from his chest.

“Wrong? Do you know what is wrong? It’s wrong to look this beautiful and not help others.” Dylan sat straight and patted the area on his lap.

I walked to him slowly, and he immediately pulled me, securing my legs on either side of himself, as my demanding p*ssy rubbed against the tent formed on his shorts.

“Do you feel it, mi amore? This is what you have