100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Day Seventy-One…

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[ At Syphiruz Mafia Headquarters… ]

The late afternoon sun streamed through the partially drawn curtains of Nathan's office, casting a warm glow that bathed the room in a gentle, golden light. Jane slightly moved, her eyes fluttering open as she gradually emerged from her nap. 

She found herself nestled in Nathan's embrace, their entwined naked bodies resting comfortably on a plush sofa. As her senses gradually awakened, she became aware of the soothing rhythm of his breath, rising and falling in tandem with her own.

The room was infused with a peaceful and tranquil ambiance, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of curtains in the breeze and the faint footsteps in the distance. Due to Nathan's strict order, his men didn't dare to disrupt them or even drop by the office. They deliberately avoided his office. His office became their private haven.

Jane's fingers idly traced the contours of Nathan's chest with a gentle, affectionate touch, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His presence gave her a heart-fluttering warmth. She couldn't help but steal a tender glance at his sleeping figure, admiring the serene expression that graced his handsome features.

With a soft smile, she relished this intimate stolen moment as she savored the precious feeling of being wrapped in his arms. Her mind raced with a swirl of emotions as she lay there, a soft blush warming her cheeks.

'I can't believe it. I did it with him. We made love. This time Nathan was sober and he was so gentle.' Jane thought to herself. The realization filled her with a profound sense of joy and contentment, a feeling of completeness she had longed for.

She continued to stare at Natha's gorgeous face, her heart filled with gratitude for the previous intimacy they had shared. Consumed by an irresistible surge of desire, Jane's delicate hand moved with a will of its own, reaching out to tenderly caress Nathan's face.

Her fingertips brushed lightly against his cheek, enjoying the soft texture of his skin– warm and inviting beneath her touch. As she continued her exploration, her fingers traced a mesmerizing path along his jawline and up to his lips.

Her heart quickened with each delicate stroke, her desire intensifying with every contact. 'Damn. Why are you so gorgeous, Nate?'

Time seemed to stand still as she allowed her fingers to linger, tracing the curve of his lips with a feather-light touch that conveyed both affection and yearning.

Nathan stirred at the sensation, roused from his slumber by the exquisite caress of her fingers against his skin. As he slowly opened his eyes, he was met with the image of Jane's beautiful face, flushed with desire. Instantly, a soft, sleepy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he murmured in a voice tinged with affection, "You're awake."

Jane's cheeks flamed with an even deeper shade of crimson as she stammered out an apology, her embarrassment evident in the quiver of her voice. "I-I'm s-sorry," she managed to utter, her words covered with self-consciousness. "I didn't mean to wake you up." 

Mortified by her own boldness, she shifted her gaze downward, her face nestling into the comforting curve of Nathan's chest as if seeking refuge from the intense embarrassment that had washed over her.

She cursed herself inwardly since Nathan had awakened from his sleep just in time to catch her in the act. She was so immersed in what she was doing that she didn't anticipate that Nathan would wake up, seeing her peering at him intently with eyes filled with desire and affection.

On the other hand, Nathan's response to Jane's apology was a husky chuckle that reverberated through the air. He didn't hesitate for a moment as he pulled her body closer, enveloping her in the comforting warmth of his embrace. 

With a cheeky smirk on his face, he brought his lips near her earlobe, his breath caressing her skin as he murmured in a soft, teasing tone, "No need to apologize, Jane. I understand that you simply can't resist my handsome face."

Jane: "..."  [ *Her face blushing further from both annoyance and embarrassment* ]

Nathan's voice carried a playful undertone, his eyes dancing with mirth as he teased her. Yet, his fingers continued their tender exploration through the strands of her hair– his touch served as a soothing balm to her embarrassment.

Jane, determined not to be bullied by Nathan's teasing, put on a serious angry face by pursing her lips and furrowing her eyebrows. With a hint of stern defiance, she delivered two punches to his chest as his punishment.

"Argh!" Nathan groaned at the impact of her two hard punches. 

"You shameless devil! Stop making fun of me," Jane snarled at him. She twitched her body and finally managed to wriggle out of his warm embrace. She sat up, her glaring eyes locking onto his, a spirited glint of challenge dancing in her sharp gaze.

Nathan responded with a sheepish smile, offering her an apologetic look. He had momentarily forgotten that the woman before him was none other than Phantomflake, someone who could easily outmatch him and beat him whenever she wanted. Realizing he had inadvertently pushed her buttons, he decided to make amends.

With a gentle sigh of regret, he rose from the sofa, his steps purposeful as he retrieved his coat from where it hung near his desk. Returning to her side, he took a considerate moment to cover her naked body with the protective shield of his coat. It was a simple yet meaningful gesture.

"I'm sorry, Jane. Please don't be upset," he implored. He offered an apologetic smile, wanting to ease the tension that had momentarily crept into their atmosphere.

"I was just trying to tease you a bit. But I must admit, it's partly your fault, too. You looked absolutely stunning with that adorable blush on your face." Nathan's explanation carried a playful tone as he started to put on his clothes.

Jane responded to Nathan's playful teasing with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, her gaze briefly directed skyward as if seeking divine intervention to deal with his antics. She couldn't help but let out a mock exasperated sigh.

"I didn't expect you to be this SHAMELESS, Mr. Sparks," she quipped as she playfully chided him for his audacity.

Nathan's response was another hearty chuckle that escaped his lips, a joyful sound that filled the room and echoed their shared sense of humor. "I'm Shameless… only to selected people."