Chapter 670 - Six Hundred And Seventy: Do You Want This? (1/2)

The third point of view:

Pissed at being interrupted, Andrew cursed as he opened the door, ”Who the fuck dares to....” he trailed off when his gaze landed on the woman in front of him.

”Maggie?” He muttered, shocked. What was Maggie in flesh and blood doing in his office? No, he must be dreaming.

Before he had the chance to confirm or even say a word, Maggie kissed him. Andrew stood stupefied as her soft lips met his and he didn't even react at all. He just stood still as a tree.

It took a lot of courage for Maggie to knock on his door after she received information that he was in his office. She wondered what he would say when he saw her. But then, contrary to what she thought, he didn't say a word and she took advantage of that opportunity to strike her aim.

She kissed him and to her disappointment, he didn't respond. She wondered if her skills had gone rustic as it had been years since she last kissed a man and that had been..... Maggie's mood changed at once when she recalled her past.

Maybe the reason Andrew was not reacting to her kiss was that he had never been serious in pursuing her and had given up on her the instant she pushed him away.

With a sigh, she was just about to leave when he grabbed her arm causing her to glance up at him, stunned. Before she could say a word, Andrew pulled her into his office, shut the door, plastered her body against it, and began to kiss her.

How could she stir him up like this, bringing him up so high only to let him crash badly? No, he couldn't take it at all. Fuck consent and all because she had been the one to rouse him by kissing him first.

Maggie was mind blown by the kiss. Andrew kissed her like a drowning man starving for air and she kissed him back with the same fervor. Her hand buried into his hair and she bit down on his lower lips arousing him further.

Andrew pressed his knee into her thigh, causing the friction of her cloth to rub against her pulsating core and she moaned into his mouth. The kiss deepened, his tongue plunging into hers while his hand lowered to her back only to grope her bottom.

Maggie moaned once more, pulling him closer to her as if she wanted to mold their body together. They might be wearing clothes but they might as well be naked because there was nothing between them. She felt the bulge in his trousers and his chest was pressed flush against her nipple that had turned taut.

Both of them pulled back for air and that was when Andrew got the chance to look into her eyes. Her pupils were dark with desire and her chest was heaving from their passionate kiss. She wanted this, he discovered. But then, he needed to be sure because sometimes one's body could be saying something and her mind, another.

Cupping her cheek, his gaze searching hers, Andrew asked her, ”Do you want this?”

Does she want this? Maggie mulled over the question. She knew everything would change once she got in bed with him and she couldn't tell if it would be bad or good. However, Maggie was sure of one thing, she didn't want to die with the memory of Fernandez being the last man to have her. Sex was a wonderful thing and she wanted her memory of it to be awesome.