Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Staring at Oliver in disbelief, Josefina could hardly fathom the situation. Wasn't Oliver the quintessential gentleman, the one rumored to be indifferent to the charms of women? Yet, here he was, coming on to her with the finesse of a seasoned flirt.

Josefina squirmed, trying to extricate herself from Oliver's embrace. But Oliver was strong, imprisoning her against him, unwilling to let go. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Want to check if I'm in good shape? Why not find out for yourself?" Oliver teased with an indulgent smile.

"Oliver, let go of me first."

"We can talk just fine like this. I'm holding you, but you can still speak your mind," Oliver insisted, tightening his grip. He seized Josefina's hand, pressing it against his trim waist. Had Josefina not been stronger than most women, her hand might have wandered to places it shouldn't.

go this instant!" Josefina continued to struggle. Feeling her resistance, Oliver captured her lips once more,

down, meandering along her delicate neck to her collarbone. He halted there, propping himself up to

mark my words, I'll make your penis unable to

see what you can do," he countered

had never encountered someone so

eyes darted to the office door. Why wasn't anyone

Or

in a moment of panic, she bit his lip. The taste of blood only fueled Oliver's desire. Gripping the back of her head, he deepened the kiss. Josefina's mind went blank, struggling to breathe, on the verge of suffocation. It was only when she was nearly unconscious that Oliver reluctantly pulled away from her glistening lips. Josefina felt as limp as a rag doll, completely spent. She couldn't understand how a kiss could leave her more exhausted than the

her from the couch and laid her on the bed in the

you trying to

aren't you?