Chapter 5

Lev

D alia's on her knees before me, looking up with those gorgeous, chocolate-brown eyes that make me want to melt.

A smile spreads across her face, and I can see she's ready to please me.

"What would you like, sir?" she asks, her voice soft and inviting.

"Put your mouth on me.”

She complies, leaning in and slowly licking the tip of my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Her tongue is warm and wet, teasing me just enough before she takes my length into her mouth, enveloping me in a hot, tight embrace.

The sight of her, so eager and submissive, only fuels my desire, and I can’t help but let out a satisfied groan.

Her eyes never leave mine as she pleasures me, her mouth working skillfully over my cock. She licks and sucks with an exquisite rhythm, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking me deeper.

Every now and then, she pays special attention to my balls, gently sucking and licking them, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.

"That's it," I groan, my voice husky with desire. "I want to watch you drink every last drop of me."

She nods, her eyes full of determination and lust as she takes me back into her mouth, her movements becoming more urgent. I can feel the tension building, my release imminent.

But just as I'm about to reach the peak, a door opens and closes, snapping me back to reality. I blink, the fantasy dissolving as I take in my surroundings.

My eyes shift to the sprawling view of downtown Chicago before me. I take a moment to focus, banishing thoughts of Dalia from my mind. I've been thinking about her a lot, too much, in fact.

But it's hard not to fantasize about those full lips, those plump breasts, the sensual, olive complexion of her skin.

I turn, coming face-to-face with Sean Winter, the vice president of marketing. "Sean," I greet him with a firm handshake.

"Mr. Ivanov," he replies, his tone respectful.

More people filter into the conference room, filling it with a low hum of chatter. I straighten my tie, feeling the weight of my responsibilities settling onto my shoulders. Once everybody is seated, I clear my throat, commanding the room's attention.

"Is everyone ready to begin?" I ask.

Heads nod, and the room falls silent, all eyes on me. Time to focus on business, to push aside distractions and get things done. The company needs my full attention, and that's exactly what it's going to get.

I begin the meeting.

"Let's start with a review of our second quarter performance. Our investments in green tech and healthcare have shown a steady increase, contributing significantly to our overall growth. However, we need to address the underperformance in our retail sector. Sean, I need you to present a strategy for revitalizing those assets."

As Sean launches into his presentation, I can’t help but become distracted yet again by images of Dalia flashing in my mind. Her full lips, her tight pussy, the way she writhed beneath me—it’s hard to focus.

I force myself back to the present as Sean finishes. "For the third quarter, we’re looking at expanding our portfolio in renewable energy. The market trends indicate a strong potential for growth, and I believe we should capitalize on that."

Heads nod in agreement but my mind keeps wandering. Dalia, on her knees, looking up at me with those chocolate-brown eyes.

Damn it. I grip the edge of the table, trying to banish the thoughts.

"Additionally," I say, trying hard to keep my voice steady, "we need to streamline our operations in the logistics sector. I've noticed some inefficiencies that are costing us valuable time and resources. Let's focus on tightening those processes."

I power through the meeting, giving each segment the attention it deserves, but the lingering thoughts of Dalia make it difficult. By the time we wrap up, I’m mentally exhausted, but at least I managed to maintain my composure.

"Any questions?" I ask, opening the floor for discussion.

There are a few questions, and I handle them smartly, keeping the conversation focused and productive. As the meeting comes to an end, the attendees file out, leaving me with a brief moment of quiet. That is, until Melissa Barnes, the HR director, approaches me.

"Lev, are you OK?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.

"I'm fine," I reply brusquely, not in the mood for small talk.

She smiles, clearly used to my stern disposition. "You know, it's OK to take a day off now and then. Most people aren't built to handle eighty-plus hour work weeks."

I'm not like most people , I think to myself. I can't afford to be.

"Your new PA started this morning," Melissa continues, not missing a beat. "She's in orientation now. Having an assistant should ease your workload a bit."

I nod, taking in the information. "Good. I need someone who can keep up."

"Don't worry," Melissa says with a reassuring smile. "I handpicked her myself. And you already approved her qualifications. I think she'll be a winner."

I give a curt nod, appreciating her effort but not showing it. "Thank you, Melissa. I'll make sure to meet her soon."

"Actually, you can meet her now," Melissa says with a smile.

"Fine. Send her to my office."

Melissa nods. "Will do," she says before departing.

I make my way through the bustling executive floor to my office. Stepping into the massive, modern room, I take a moment to appreciate the view.

The Chicago skyline stretches out before me, the lake's vast expanse reaching off into the horizon. It's a view I've seen countless times, but today, it does little to distract me from my thoughts.

I can't believe I've been fantasizing about Dalia the way I have. No woman has ever gotten into my head like this. Shaking off the thought, I try to refocus on the tasks at hand.

Before I can delve too deeply into my work, a knock sounds at the door.

“Come in,” I call out.

My jaw nearly drops to the floor when Dalia walks into my office.

At first, I think I'm imagining things, but when Melissa walks in with her, I know it's real.

"Lev, this is Dalia Abbas," Melissa says, introducing us. "Dalia, meet Lev Ivanov."

Dalia looks as surprised as I feel, but she recovers quickly, extending a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ivanov."

"Likewise," I manage to say, shaking her hand. Her grip is firm and confident.

Melissa continues giving a rundown of Dalia's qualifications. "As we discussed, Dalia has a degree in art history from Brown and a master’s in business from the University of Chicago. She's highly recommended and comes with excellent references."

The qualifications sound familiar, but Melissa and I hadn’t gone over names when discussing the applicants.

Regardless, I'm impressed, but I'm also struggling to keep my mind professional. Dalia looks stunning—her hair pulled up in a sleek, professional style, wearing an off-white blouse and a black pencil skirt.

The outfit is a delicious contrast to the image of her in her bra and panties from the other night, stripping at my command, her gorgeous, heaving breasts pouring from her bra as she undid the clasp.

"Impressive credentials," I say. "Welcome to the team."

"Thank you," Dalia replies, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of curiosity and something more playful.

Melissa smiles. "I'll leave you two to get acquainted. If you need anything, Dalia, my office is just down the hall."

"Thank you, Melissa," Dalia replies. Melissa leaves my office, closing the door behind her.

I take a moment to compose myself, then gesture to the chair in front of my desk. "Have a seat, Dalia."

She sits, her posture perfect, her eyes never leaving mine. I sit across from her, wondering how in the hell I’m going to ever get any work done.