Mr. President’s

“A deal is a deal, Nat, our one week ends tomorrow noon, Mercedes trembled and said, as Nathan glared at her with desire, she could feel her walls wet, her panties greased with feminine moisture. Her eyes couldn’t meet with Nathan’s, her body melting to his touch around her waist, as he closed the gap between them. Irrespective of her response, Nathan didn’t intend to make it easy on her.

“You still didn’t answer my q

question. Is that what you want,” his voice was carried a sensual tone, as his closeness increased the heat around her. His hands cupped her breast, as he massaged it gently moving to her stomach till it found its resting place, patting her thighs gently. His fingers rubbed her clitoris over the thin bikini she wore. Mercedes moaned loudly, spreading her legs wider and arching her waist. Her body had a language it obeyed, which was Nathan’s touch. His hands smoothed her skin through the transparent shirt she wore. Tell me Merce, what do you want?” His voice carried a salacious craving.

What was she thinking when she said it was going to be a cold night! She felt hot, So hot she wanted to soak into iced water. She knew what she wanted but how could she tell him? How could she let him know that she wanted him for herself! That she wanteil marriage? She wanted a family. She wanted his love. Yes, those were the things she desired and he already made it clear from the beginning therefore, she kept mute.

Seeing she wasn’t responding to his questions, he lifted her chin with his finger, so she was looking him in the eyes. “I will give you anything you ask tonight,” he said passionately. Mercedes opened her mouth to speak but her tongue felt heavy. How could she be the one to ask for his love? What he rejected her?

“I want tonight to be perfect. I want you to quench the fire burning inside me. I want you.” She confessed without taking her eyes off of him. Something must have fueled her boldness, perhaps it was because this was just a piece of what she wanted. The main thing remained buried in her heart Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It wasn’t the response Nathan wanted but like the businessman he was, time was money. He covered her lips with his, kissing her like he was starving. He moved the tray of assorted wine to the floor, caging her beneath him, as he pulled her panty to the side, thrusting into her with his hard cock. He groaned at the tightness and sweetness that made him tense, he wished the night would never end.

Tonight, her body was his and he would make the most of it. After the first round, they drank wine and had a few talks before continuing the adventure of pleasure. The sound of the waves, the shining stars in the sky, the burning candles and rose petals, all felt like a dream. They passed the fifth round before they both collapsed with ceaseless orgasms, laying wasted on the bed at the beach.

The heat of the sun rays blinded Nathan when he opened his eyes. Mercedes was lying naked on top of him. The giant candles had melted away with the rose petals, covered with beach sand.

He lifted himself gently with Mercedes still in his arms. Her hair was a mess, her body covered in hickeys. He was merciless last night but he still wanted her. He picked the transparent shirt, draping it over her when she woke up, slightly embarrassed.

have to get going.” Nathan announced. Mercedes nodded and they went to the bathroom to shower together. She felt so sore, she wanted to soak in the bathtub but it was already 10 am and their flight was scheduled for thirty minutes. However, Nathan wasn’t so generous, since he knew he wasn’t going to get another chance. The pilot and the crew could wait.

over, plunging in from the back.

Their deal would end at 12 so he technically had an hour and a half. Pinning her to the glass wall, he bent her o Mercedes squirmed.

She was amazed at how quickly her body released juices to coat the large rod inside her. Nathan was so crazy, he was turning beastly. It felt like he was losing something he tried to lay claims on, thrusting so deep and pulling to the tip before thrusting again. Mercedes felt her body wanting more with each thrust, she kept moaning urging him to fuck her harder.

By the time they were done, it was already 11:30 am. Luckily, it was his private jet so there was nothing like missing the flight. They lay wasted in the jacuzzi in each other’s arms, depending on the warm water to calm them. By the time they finished bathing, it was two minutes to 12. Nathan captured her lips in his, kissing her like crazy. At exactly 12, he pulled away, while they got dressed and drove to the hanger.

They had a quick brunch and slept through the journey. When the jet landed, Nathan drove Mercedes to her house with a stern warning, “you should be in the penthouse before tomorrow.” Well, tomorrow would be Monday which meant that Mercedes had to move immediately, to be able to have enough rest to report to work tomorrow. It was part of the deal so she nodded her head politely.

“Thank you. Mr Legend. Nathan’s expression turned grim. So they are back to the formalities. It was sinking well in his sad brain.

See you tomorrow, Miss Winters, he responded and drove away. Throughout his drive to his penthouse, a swift emptiness flooded him. He never felt that way before. Her presence made a huge difference to him. He was obsessed and addicted to her but the reality was even if he tried to make her bis, he couldn’t. There was just too much at stake, too much loss, and too much conflict ahead. It would take a miracle for him to take her to the alter. Time was closing up on hun and he didn’t have control over seasons.

When he made his way to his room, he was met with a cloud of smoke and panicked. What happened? Why didn’t the smoke alarm ring for the fire department to take care of things? Besides, who could start a fire in his penthouse Then it dawned on him. The smell of the smoke was that of a rigarrite, he could only think of one prison.

where are you?? He screamed through the

sitske, turning on the ligh

upwards for fresh air, as the smoke choked him, he began to cough violently,

*Lanre, I swear to God I’m gonna kill you,” he yelled through coughs. It took a while for the fog of smoke to clear from the room and the smell of smoke reduce before he saw Lanre, seated on the floor at the end of the sofa facing the wall and smoking his lungs out, with ten empty packets of cigarettes begging to be disposed of.

He didn’t portray or knowledge the presence in the room. His sunken eyes and weak form made Nathan be washed with pity, rather than anger. “Lanre, if you want to smoke, please do it in your house. You know how I hate it. I’m calling your wife to come to get your ass out of here.” Nathan brought out his phone, about to put the call through when Lanre reacted,

“Don’t.”

From his tone, Nathan detected the sorrow and predicted that something bad had happened but Lanre having issues with his wife wasn’t new. “Unless you promise to leave right now, I’m dialling the number,” he threatened.

Lanre was slightly upset as he stared up at Nathan. “Don’t pretend you don’t know,” he accused in a low sorrowful tone but Nathan was rather unfazed and retorted,

“Stop the attacking game and get serious Lanre?”

Lance tried to stand but staggered, falling back on his butts. Nathan did not attempt to help him. He was pissed with what Lanre had done to his living room. Empty alcohol bottles wobbled, some fell beside him, as he asked in an exhausted tone, “why did you advise me to get a CCTV connection, Nat!”