Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 25
BLAIRE
In that moment, when I said “everything,” a cheeky twi nkle lit up my eyes. The room buzzed with excitement as a big meal rolled in front of Sebastian. His office, usually scrious business, turned into a food party place.
Trying not to laugh, I enjoyed seeing all the tasty dishes coming in. Sebastian’s work table, unexpectedly turning into a stage for the food show, happily welcomed each plate. Even the workers who helped bring the food seemed surprised; their eyes got big. quietly showing how amazed they were.
I thanked the last delivery person with a nice nod and used Sebastian’s card to pay. After he left, I closed the door, making Sebastian’s office a cozy spot just for us
As I walked to the table, I couldn’t ignore Sebastian’s intense look. “What?” I asked. innocently, acting like I didn’t know he was upset.
He frowned more. “Can you finish all of that?”
“I’m hungry,” I said, shrugging like it was no big deal. With a playful look, I went to the dishes from different places-some with Asian flavors, others with fancy European. tastes. My feast was ready to begin.
I know Sebastian hasn’t eaten as well, but I’m determined to make him pay for what he did last night and this morning. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him with an arched eyebrow when I saw him getting food from the table.
“Eating,” he responded sarcastically.
“You order yours. These are all mine,” I told him.
His frown even got deeper. He let out an exasperated sigh as he massaged his temple. “Don’t be absurd, Blaire. You can’t possibly finish all of those.”
“I don’t care. I can take home the rest or give it to your employees,” I argued.
“You’re giving it to my employees, yet you couldn’t even give me a plate?”
“Exactly,” I said, giving him a fake smile.
He ended up going back to his table and picking up his phone. “Clifford, bring me some food,” he ordered before hanging up the phone.
He was glaring at me as he watched me eat my meal. While waiting for Clifford, he made himself busy in front of his laptop. He would occasionally lift his head and look
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at me with a death glare. Clifford took at least thirty minutes before he arrived with. Sebastian’s meal.
“Oh, Clifford! You’re here. Why don’t you grab some food? Get whatever you want,” I offered him as he walked inside the office with a takeout bag in his hand.
He was switching his eyes between me and Sebastian. He looks confused about what’s happening. Who wouldn’t be? Sebastian asked him to buy him some food when there’s already a lot of food here.

Though hesitant, Clifford put the takeout bag on Sebastian’s table before he walked towards the table. With each food that he picked up, he would look at Sebastian as if he were asking for permission. Sebastian, on the other hand, remained silent as he continued to glare at me as if he were about to eat me.
I continue to ignore him as I enjoy my food. We stayed silent the whole time we were having a meal. He was sitting on his desk while I was at the far end of the conference table.
“Aaahhh, I’m so full,” I moaned before leaning against the backrest of my chair. Ast expected, I didn’t manage to eat even a quarter of the food that I ordered. I just ordered. those foods to despise him.
I saw him eat a few bites, but I don’t think he likes his food. I noticed that he hadn’t finished his food. I somehow felt guilty knowing that he didn’t eat lunch because of me.
grabbed a plate of sushi, which I knew was one of his favorites, and brought it to his table. “Here, you can have this,” I said before placing the plate on his table. I was about to return to my table when he suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, causing me to fall on his lap.
“You think this plate of sushi is enough to make up for pis sing me off?” he asked with his deep and baritone voice.
I gulped upon seeing the pure light glimmering from his eyes. “You pis sed me off first,” I argued, pouting my lips, hoping that was enough to bring me out of this danger.
“Since we already established that we indeed pis sed off each other, don’t you think it’s about time to make amends?” He asked as his fingers were slowly tracing my skin, from my arm all the way up to my shoulders, before finally settling on top of my exposed cleavage.
“What do you suggest?” I asked with deep breaths, as his fingers against my skin were sending electric jolts throughout my b*dy.
“There’s only one thing in my head right now. And that’s makeup s3x,” he murmured as he brushed his lips along my jawline.
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“H-Here?” I asked nervously.
My breath hitched as he affirmed, “Yes,” his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His trail of k*sses continued, a tantalizing journey down my neck, igniting a delicious ache of anticipation within me. His reassuring words were, “Don’t worry. No one would dare come inside my office without my permission,” resonated in the intimate space we shared.
That promise was all I needed-a fragile yet sturdy thread weaving through the fabric of desire, tethering me to the moment. I surrendered to the pleasure that his k*sses conjured, each one leaving an indelible mark on my very being. The air within-his office cra ckled with the charged energy of an unspoken agreement, a sanctuary where only our intertwined destinies mattered.
His lips continued their descent, planting gentle k*sses along the contours of my neck and tracing a path down the inviting valley of my breast. Simultaneously, his other hand embarked on a journey, gliding down the curves of my thighs with a possessive yet tender touch. Every touch was deliberate, an exploration fueled by an unspoken understanding of longing.
“I hate when you wear jeans.” His whispered confession reached my ears, punctuated by the softness of his k*sses. “I don’t have easy access to this, he murmured, his hand now resting between my legs.
I let out a gasp as his fingers moved through my jeans and found the most private parts. of me. The thick fabric couldn’t stop his determined touch; his fingers started a rhythm that made my b*dy feel intense.
My
moans filled the small room, mixing with quiet wishes. Every feeling became stronger, together with the fear of getting caught or being heard by the innocent people outside his office.
He didn’t need words; what he did said everything. His touch showed a strong feeling, a closeness that didn’t need talking. In that hidden office moment, it felt like time stopped and the world outside didn’t matter.
As our feelings mixed, the office changed into a place of strong passion and shared feelings. In the middle of our secret connection, pleasure became a way to talk, and every touch, every k*ss, turned into a part of a love story made in the quiet of that
moment.
Lost in the waves of pleasure and intimacy, I didn’t notice when he started removing our clothes. Each piece fell to the ground until we were fully n*ked. I was ready for him to take me, but it seems like he had other things in mind. I was surprised when he suddenly lifted my b*dy and placed me on top of his table. He doesn’t care, even if my b*dy crushed the food that was just over his table. He placed me on his table as if I were
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the one who’s going to be his meal.
To my surprise, he effortlessly lifted my b*dy, placing me atop his table. The discarded clothing and remnants of a forgotten meal crinkled beneath us, but he seemed unfazed, as if I were the delectable offering spread before him.
As I leaned against the table, Sebastian, with a deliberate ease, pulled a chair and positioned himself between my legs. It felt as though I were a tantalizing feast, offered in front of him. Time hung in suspense as anticipation crac kled in the air. He looks like
hungry wolf, ready to enjoy his meal.
With an unbridled hunger, Sebastian wasted no time. His tongue, warm and voracious, traced a path across my most intimate part, igniting a storm of sensations within me. He put my legs over his shoulder so he could lick me properly.
The world outside that intimate space faded away, replaced by the symphony of our shared desires. My moans harmonized with the rhythmic dance of his tongue, creating a melody that resonated in the confined quarters of his office. Every stroke, every flicker of his tongue, intensified the tempest within me.
As Sebastian continued his feast, I surrendered to the storm, losing myself in the tidal waves of pleasure that surged through my being. I keep on turning my head from side to side, trying to find comfort as the waves of pleasure hit me rampantly. It didn’t take long before I found myself holding his hair tightly as I shamelessly grinded my hips. against his mouth, trying to find
my release.
As if attuned to the crescendo of my desire, he sensed the yearning for heightened pleasure. With a deliberate motion, he slid his fingers into the depths of my being.
A symphony of ecstasy erupted as I couldn’t
unrestrained cry, embarked on a rhythmic dance, thrusting in and out of my core, unleashing a torrent of sensations that cascaded through every fiber of my being. Waves of pleasure surged, painting my world in hues of unending bliss.
“Ooohhh…fck!” His finge, Ontain the pleasure, releasing an