Chapter 1: Unspoken Sparks
The humid Bangkok evening clung to Nat’s skin as he stood outside Sherry’s sleek apartment door in the heart of the city. At 41, the Thai man carried a quiet confidence in his lean, moderately muscled frame—180 cm of coiled energy. He adjusted his collar, a smirk playing on his lips. They hadn’t worked together in months, but the tension from their late-night project sessions still lingered like a forbidden secret.
Sherry answered the door in a loose silk robe, her petite 155 cm frame a stark contrast to his height. The 27-year-old from Chengdu had a natural allure—medium perky breasts with pink nipples peeking subtly through the fabric, wide hips swaying as she leaned against the frame. Her dark eyes glinted with mischief, trimmed pubic hair and untouched tightness a hidden promise beneath. 'Nat, didn’t expect you to drop by. Miss the office drama already?' she teased, her voice sharp as a blade.
He chuckled, stepping inside, his gaze lingering on her curves. 'Drama? No. You? Maybe. Thought I’d check if you’re still as bossy outside the boardroom.'
She smirked, closing the door with a deliberate click. 'Bossy? I get shit done. You’re just here hoping for a free lesson in discipline.' Her words dripped with challenge as she poured two glasses of rice wine, handing him one. Their fingers brushed, electric.
'Discipline, huh? I’ve got plenty of that,' Nat shot back, his voice low, eyes darkening as he sipped the wine. 'Question is, can you handle a man who doesn’t bend easy?'
Sherry laughed, stepping closer, her robe slipping slightly to reveal more of her smooth skin. 'Bend? I break men like you for breakfast. But I’m curious—got the stamina to keep up?' Her tone was a dare, her breath warm against his neck.
The air thickened, charged with unspoken want. Nat set his glass down, his hand grazing her hip. 'Try me, Sherry. I don’t play games I can’t win.'
Her eyes flashed, and she pressed against him, her petite body firm and unyielding. 'Oh, I’ll try you, alright. Let’s see if that cock of yours is as cocky as your mouth.' Her words were a whip, and his response was instant—hard, pressing against her through his jeans.
She grinned, wicked, her fingers tracing his jaw. 'Already eager? I’m not some shy flower, Nat. I’ll have you sweating and panting before you know it.' Her robe fell open further, revealing her dripping wet desire, her pussy a tight, pink invitation.
His breath hitched, horny heat surging through him. 'Fuck, Sherry, you’re trouble.' He gripped her ass, pulling her closer, ready to explode into the night’s raw, untamed promise.
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