At this moment, Poe Vaughn’s eyes darkened. Ava didn’t notice at all that someone was watching her; her mind was full of thoughts about whether Poe Vaughn was unwell. Her hand landed on his forehead, carefully feeling his temperature, and then she realized he didn’t have a fever; his temperature was quite normal. Was she the one who was sick? Ava stood there, dumbfounded. If he wasn’t sick, why was he so calm? Not troubled by her at all? Ava thought, completely unable to make sense of it, stuck in a mental dead end. At this moment, a deep, dark voice spoke: "Come here." Ava froze, suddenly snapping back to reality. And then, almost in an instant, she looked at the person sitting in the large office chair. Poe Vaughn’s eyes were fixed on her, dark and stormy, terrifying like a tempest. Ava stiffened, her heart skipped a beat, then she relaxed. Yes, relaxed. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI~Fire.net She knew getting past him wouldn’t be easy; see, he was waiting right there. The normal Poe Vaughn. Faced with this version of Poe Vaughn, Ava was not afraid. She walked around the desk, came to him, carefully observing his expression, and then said softly, "You..." Just as she spoke, an arm wrapped around her waist, and the next moment her vision blurred; when she came to her senses, she was sitting on his lap. Just thinking that, before her gaze had even landed on his face, her chin was lifted, and a forceful kiss descended on her lips. Ava couldn’t react, but didn’t need to; his domineering kiss took over her consciousness, her purse fell to the ground, and instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss. This man was quite skilled at kissing, and she quite liked kissing him. Poe Vaughn felt the response from the person on him, straightforward and unambiguous. His body tensed further, and his large hand slipped into Ava’s clothes, moving wantonly. Soon, Ava felt her chest bare, his kisses trailing from her lips to her neck, then downward. Ava’s breath became erratic, yet she didn’t forget where they were. This place allowed for a kiss, but doing more would be inappropriate. Ava glanced at the bright light outside the floor-to-ceiling window, it was still daytime. Not quite appropriate, right? Thinking this, Ava whispered breathlessly, "Not here." As soon as she spoke, pain shot through her clavicle as he bit her. Though she thought this, she dared not act rashly, knowing she’d caused him trouble. So Ava suppressed her chaotic breathing, continuing in a soft voice, "Someone might come in soon..." The man before her continued kissing, making her mind utterly chaotic. Especially when his hands teased her sensitive spots, leaving her entire body weak. This man was very smart; after their several intimate encounters, he clearly knew her sensitive points and relentlessly provoked her. As Ava would say, it was a love-hate feeling. Doing such things gave her these feelings. After Ava finished speaking, Poe Vaughn’s arm wrapped around her tighter; her waist instantly pressed against him, her entire body attached to him. Ava took a sharp breath, feeling so close, naturally sensing the changes in his body. She thought this man was really going to stage a real-life spring romance scene right here. Ava felt this was not okay. There were often people coming in here, and it would be troublesome if they saw. She didn’t want to put on a public show. But Ava also knew clearly that she couldn’t stop what this man intended to do. Especially in moments like these. So she held him, softly coaxing, "Let’s go home... or... or in the car, find a secluded spot, here... mhm!" Her lips were captured in a kiss, and simultaneously, the familiar heat spread within her body. Ava stiffened, and her vision blurred once more. This man... always so fierce! There was nothing she could stop anymore; Ava could only hold on to him, biting her lip to suppress her voice, not letting anyone outside hear. And Poe Vaughn looked at her trying so hard to restrain herself, becoming even more ruthless. In the end, Ava couldn’t hold back, letting out a low cry. But as soon as the sound escaped, she bit him. The atmosphere in the office changed, heat rising. The sunlight outside remained intense, showing no sign of fading. Ava’s clothing lay on the ground, her beautiful shoulders and back exposed like a stunning oil painting. Outside the CEO’s office, despite it being time to leave, quite a few people remained at their workstations, working overtime. They wanted to see the result. What kind of result it would be. Very excited, very curious. As time ticked by, the sunlight transitioned from intense to subtler, and then darkened. Ava went limp in Poe Vaughn’s arms, looking at the now dimmer sky outside, she said, "Grandma is still waiting for us at home..." They had been at it for a long time. Ava estimated it had been over an hour. She knew this man’s stamina in such matters was astonishing, but with the thought of a significant figure waiting at home, she felt extremely anxious. Especially now, with nightfall, her anxiety only grew. Feeling anxious, she naturally wasn’t cooperating as she should. After another fierce release, Poe Vaughn finally stopped. Ava immediately relaxed in his arms, trembling. Only then did they pause slightly. Poe Vaughn leaned back in the chair, holding the person in his arms, his hands on her smooth skin without any barrier. And her body’s warmth transferred from his arm to him, from their intense, intertwined heat. The pounding in his chest was like a drum, relentless. This wouldn’t suffice. But he didn’t move again. His fingertips caressed her waist, continuously, until she began to feel a chill, and he embraced her, picking up her clothes from the floor to dress her. Ava had calmed down by now, but she still didn’t dare say anything, although being in his embrace felt very comfortable. His chest was broad and reassuring. After such an event, being in his arms, she felt particularly relaxed. However, she didn’t expect him to suddenly pick up the clothes on the floor to dress her, especially when he hadn’t let go; Ava’s body tensed immediately. The hand grasping his shirt also tightened.