Page 3 of Sin of Innocence

My dad looked like he was ready to go explore the world with his new title as CFO. I could only imagine how badly he wanted to leave so he could begin moving into his upgraded office.

“The reason I requested both you and your daughter was because I originally planned to have you accompany me to dinner to share the news, but it appears I am swamped with work. May we save the dinner for another day?” Mr. Mariano requested.

My father held his hand up with a smile tugging on his lips. “Trust me, your offerings are more than enough—”

“I can help you out. I major in business so it would really beyouhelpingmeif you think about it,” I let out. My gaze fell on my father as I hoped he wouldn’t catch the desperation in my voice.

“Yeah, see, it works out perfectly!” Dad laughed out. He was laughing now, but if he knew of my true intentions of wanting to be alone with Mr. Mariano for as long as possible, I was sure that he would kill me.

“That would be great,Christina. I just have some papers I need to look over,” Mr. Mariano said. The sound of my name coming from his lips was enough to make the space between my inner thighs pulsate. When my stare caught his own, a swarm of butterflies began to flutter away straight to my core.

“Sure,” I said shakily. Every breath that erupted from the depth of my lungs, held a harshness to it that reminded me of how badly I wanted to be beneath Emanuel Mariano.

“I will be back in a few minutes. I guess I have a desk to clean now and an office to move into,” my dad cheered out once he stood up from the couch. He practically skipped out of the room. A small smile fell onto my features until he was gone, leaving me alone with the devil himself.

“So, what do you need me to do, Mr. Mariano?” I questioned shyly.

He moved from the edge of his desk and over to me. Every step he took closer, the tighter I had to squeeze my thighs together.

“Emanuel. Call me Emanuel,” he responded, sitting down beside me on his couch.

My body immediately tensed up, almost as if I could feel him touching me, but he wasn’t. He was so far away, yet it was like he was breathing on my neck. He was tugging on my hair and whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to me, with no action at all. I could almost feel him buried inside of me, moaning about how good I felt, without him doing a single thing. I was under his spell. It was like I was hypnotized by my own throbbing core that I could feel everything while feeling absolutely nothing.

I was swimming in his intoxicating scent, then I found myself drowning in it. The sensations were so insane that I didn’t even want to come up for air. I wanted to stay below and allow all the water to fill my every lung until I reached the end.

He could tell me to bend over, and I would do it with poise. There was something so dominant about him and it bounced off of him powerfully. It was booming through my body and melting my core. It was knocking at my heart and begging for it to let him in. For a man I only knew for a night many years ago, my body debated with my logic. To my body, I knew this man, and I’ve known him since the beginning of time.

I wish I knew why I craved him like I’ve never craved anyone before. It was more than attraction, it quickly became a hunger. I was hungry for him, but man was I also greedy. With him just sitting a couple of inches away, I felt what he could do to me. I just wish he knew how badly I needed him to do it.

“How old are you now, Christina?” he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. His deep voice remained so husky. It was music to my ears. Every time, it was like he was singing out my name.

“Twenty-one.”

He hummed. I was fighting every part of my body that said to look at him. Many say that eyes are the windows to the soul, and the last thing I wanted was for him to see everything chasing through my mind.

“How old are you now, Emanuel?” I questioned, trying my best to steer my mind from these uncommon thoughts.

“Thirty-two.”

It was my turn to hum in response. He was eleven years older than me. That should’ve steered me away, but it pulled me closer. Suddenly, I was feeling adventurous. I wanted to wander the soul and body of a man eleven years older than me. I craved to see how far and how deep we could go. I yearned to feel the nature of it all. I needed toexplore.

“Christina,” he called out, bringing my attention to meet him. His stare seemed to be a reflection of my own. Every bit of lust was peeping through the rim of his blazing blue orbs. I knew exactly what he was thinking about because I was thinking of it too. He was reminding himself of the night I was moaning out his name as my finger was buried between my legs. That motion in itself was enough to stimulate my core until it dripped with moisture.

His eyes then wandered down my body more obviously. He took his sweet, precious time as his gaze lingered on my breasts and hips, setting my soul on fire.

“Yes?” I asked.

My words easily grasped his attention because his ogling immediately shifted up over to my face, where a blush was coating my cheeks.

“You should apply for an internship here. I’d love to have you,” he stated innocently.

“I already applied elsewhere,” I responded.

I wanted to work for Mr. Mariano, but only for selfish reasons. My body was winning the fight, and I no longer wanted to battle it. I didn't dare think about my father and how wrong it'd be to submit to a man that he worked for; I didn't even care. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted Emanuel.

“Well, quit there and apply here. I go through submissions, and I will be sure you get accepted as soon as possible. All of my previous interns left here and got a job making half a million-dollar salaries. It is a big deal working for me, Christina, and I feel as though it will grant you many opportunities. Think about it, okay?” he questioned.

I quickly nodded my head, parting my lips as I did so.

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