The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 993

Damon’s gaze swept over a couple of lines on the document, before his eyebrows knitted together.

“Aren’t you tired? Go take a seat on the couch.”

Chloe didn’t move, “Do you still have a lot of work to do?”

“Not much.”

Chloe stayed put, her hands still on Damon’s shoulders but no longer massaging.

The office fell into silence again. If the silence lasted only briefly, it would have been fine. But if it lasted too long, it

would start to feel a bit off. It seemed like an subtle atmosphere was filling the whole office, as if it was being

covered by a thin veil, slowly wrapping around their hearts.

The pen in Damon’s hand stopped, and then he slowly raised his head, glancing at Chloe. She felt his movement

and gaze, and looked down at him, lightly tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Anything up?”

She asked softly, her eyebrows slightly raised, her face painted with a light blush, her lips–tender and moist, her

eyes gently trembling with a charm that even she didn’t understand. Her gazes sparkled, revealing a hint of

shyness and helplessness. No one else could see this kind of beauty in this world. This beauty was his and his alone.

He slowly put down his pen, shifted his chair, then turned it around.

Chloe took two steps back, but Damon caught her arm. He wasn’t using much force, but Chloe complied and

moved to stand in front of him, looking down at him.

Damon looked up at her, a faint but attractive smile appeared on his face. He grasped her hand, his arm wrapped

around her waist, gently pulling her to sit on his lap.

“Wasn’t it you who had something to ask me?”

His voice was deep and slightly raspy, carrying a sexy allure.

“I don’t have anything to ask you,” Chloe’s face was rosy, she sat obediently in Damon’s arms, her hands resting on

his shoulders, unmoving.

Damon arched an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement, his hand resting on her slender waist, lightly

touching her.

Chloe’s face flushed even more, she lightly bit her lower lip.

“How could that be? Weren’t you propositioning me?” His voice caused her to blush even more.

Red–faced, Chloe squirmed a bit, but Damon simply raised his head and kissed her lips.

Chloe paused, her hands flinched, then she lowered her head and kissed him back. It started out passive, but then it

was a long, bone–deep kiss.

Regarding the propositioning, Chloe didn’t deny it. Who said only men can be infatuated in sex. But compared to his

dominance, she was clearly at a disadvantage.

Soon, Chloe couldn’t keep up with his pace. She was breathless and dizzy, leaning against him. At this moment,

Chloe felt somewhat helpless and confused. She was famous as a perfumer, the president of Starlight International,

and she saw how

others admired her.

From not being used to it at first to now accepting it nonchalantly, accepting the strong and capable image of her in

others‘ eyes, she once thought that she should be the one in control in anything.

But in reality, in front of Damon, she didn’t have any room to exert herself. From the beginning to the end, he was

the one actively conquering her. He made decisions the fastest, his actions were even more overbearing, trapping

her in a circle, not giving her any room to resist or refuse.

So from the beginning, like an instinct, she was never cold and strong in front of him, without any defensive shell,

because she felt that it was pointless.

And he, naturally would not allow it. His dominance, to her, was a blessing.

Between two people, one had to be dominant. If not him, then her. And she, didn’t want to force herself. She didn’t

want to be that dominant…

These vague thoughts lingered in her mind, then were torn apart by his intense kiss, scattered and even

disappeared. Such a

strong and domineering kiss didn’t allow her to think too much, pulling her completely into his whirlpool.

She didn’t know how long it had been. She only felt a chill at her waist, her clothes were already loose, and

Damon’s kisses trailed all the way to her neck.

The collar of her shirt was somehow pulled open, her dignified appearance now exuded a lazy and decadent

sexiness.

Chloe looked down at him, and couldn’t help but swallow, feeling dry–mouthed.

This… truly was a handsome man…

“Ah…”

Just as she was helplessly enthralled by his handsomeness, her body suddenly tingled, and she let out a moan when

she was caught off guard.

Her shirt was already disheveled, and was somehow pulled out of her pants by Damon, whose warm hand was now

inside her clothes.

A warm, short gasp escaped from her nose as her forehead rested against his shoulder. After that, all her attention

went to his hand, but it roamed around aimlessly making such a riot that she couldn’t gather any thoughts at all,

and a soft moan spilled out of her throat.

However, just when she could no longer suppress her arousal, Damon stopped his movements.

Chloe panted and stared at Damon with misty gaze. There was a mist in her eyes, with a few touches of dizziness

and impatience, urging him on in silence.

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously, his heart filled with love for her.

He held her slender waist tightly, affectionately kissing her lips, his voice raspy as he said, “Do you want it?”

Chloe bit her lip, not saying a word, but her expression seemed to be greatly hurt and aggrieved.

Damon’s brow twitched, his warm hand softly stroking her elegant butterfly bone on her back, his voice somewhat

hoarse.

“Why don’t you take the lead?”

Chloe bit her lip, making no move.

“Hurry up. Otherwise, if I do it, you might not be able to go to work tomorrow.” Damon said huskily.

“You… are no longer the Damon I knew. You would actually resort to threats.”

“Hmph…” A light laugh escaped Damon’s throat, he didn’t deny it, simply saying, “…Do you want it or not? If not, I’ll

do it myself.”