Chapter 64: Shameless kiss II
At first, Charles had no intention of reciprocating Augustine’s kiss.
He remained still, his lips pressed together in hesitant defiance, but as Augustine’s lips moved with increasing intensity, a warmth spread through Charles’s chest, weakening his resolve.
His breath hitched as he slowly tilted his head to the side, his lips parting ever so slightly—an unspoken invitation.
Without hesitation, Augustine seized the moment, his tongue slipping past Charles’s lips, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sent a shiver down Charles’s spine.
Ever since the first time Charles had kissed Augustine, he had come to realize something undeniable—he liked it when Augustine dominated the kiss, when his tongue explored his mouth with unrestrained hunger.
There was something intoxicating about the way Augustine took control, the way his lips moved with deliberate intensity, leaving Charles breathless and craving more... making him extremely aroused.
Presently...
Augustine’s tongue slipped into Charles’s mouth, moving in slow, deliberate circles, teasing him with each languid stroke.
A shiver ran down Charles’s spine as Augustine deepened the kiss, his touch both possessive and intoxicating.
But Charles wasn’t one to be easily overpowered.
With a low hum, he slid his own tongue forward, taking control by tilting his head to deepen the kiss while savouring the intoxicating heat between them.
Charles pushed his tongue deeper, letting it glide down Augustine’s throat in a bold, unrestrained motion.
"Arrhh,"
A muffled gasp escaped Augustine, his body tensing from the sudden intensity.
And just as Augustine tried to take control of the kiss, Charles pulled away, leaving Augustine breathless.
He opened his eyes, and ever so slowly, Augustine did the same.
They stared at each other for what was only a second, yet to them, it felt like an eternity.
The world around them seemed to still, the hum of the car engine fading into nothingness.
Their eyes locked, as heat pooled in their chests, spreading outward, igniting a flush that crept up their cheeks in a deep shade of crimson.
Neither of them moved, neither of them spoke—just breathing in each other’s presence, savouring the lingering taste of the kiss that had left them both wanting more.
Charles fluttered his eyelashes, his gaze drawn to Augustine’s lips—slightly swollen, and utterly irresistible.
’Alluring.’ The word echoed in Charles mind as a slow heat coiled within his chest.
Without hesitation, Charles placed one hand on Augustine’s shoulder, his fingers grazing the fabric of his suit, while the other slid to the back of Augustine’s neck.
Augustine lifted his left hand, his fingertips brushing against Charles’s chin, while his right hand cupped Charles’s cheek, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against Charles warm skin.
Charles exhaled softly, his breath mingling with Augustine’s.
His eyelids fluttered shut as he tilted his head... And then... he leaned in, capturing Augustine’s lower lip between his own, sucking gently—slow, savoring, teasing.
"Arrgh," Augustine moan.
Augustine also found himself closing his eyes as he tilted his head to the side, surrendering to Charles’s touch.
As Charles’s teeth firmly held Augustine’s lower lip, he slowly leaned away, dragging it between his teeth, leaving a lingering sensation that sent a shiver down Augustine’s spine.
The gentle yet firm grip of Charles’s teeth made Augustine sustain a small injury on his lips but he didn’t care any bit.
All that Augustine was focused on was how he could take this kiss to another level.
He didn’t just want to kiss Charles—he wanted to do far more sinful things to him at that very moment.
"You taste so nice," Charles purred, his voice laced with desire as he finally released Augustine’s lower lip from his teeth, his eyes slowly fluttering open.
Stunned!
"Geez! I’ve injured you!" Charles exclaimed, quickly pulling his hands away from where it was placed.
Charles eyes widened in concern as he reached out again, this time gently placing his right hand over Augustine’s lips. "I didn’t mean to hurt you," he murmured, his voice laced with guilt.
With careful precision, he ran his thumb over Augustine’s lower lip, wiping away the faint trace of blood.
Augustine chuckled, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on Charles’s cheek. "I like the feeling when you bite me," he admitted, his voice dripping with unfiltered honesty as a teasing smile played on his lips.
Charles scoffed, shaking his head slightly before shifting his gaze toward the driver’s seat, then back to Augustine, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Without uttering any words, the eyes of Charles were able to communicate words to Charles.
’We still have company,’ Augustine thought, assuming that Charles’s intense gaze was because of his secretary’s presence.
"Do you want to head back to the mansion? I can skip work, and since I’m the boss, I can grant you leave for the entire day."
Charles rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "You’re ridiculous," he muttered. "I need to work, Augustine. Unlike you, I don’t own a company where I can make the rules as I please."
"But Charles, I really want us to finish what we already started."
Charles scoffed, pulling his phone towards his face as he began to type what he intended to say. ’Now, your secretary would forever see me as a gay person.’ Charles typed, sending the message over to Augustine.
In the next second Augustine’s phone beeped and Charles gave him a slight nod, urging him to take a look at the phone.
Augustine glanced at the phone as he read the text message from Charles, his lips curving into a more sinister smirk.
He averted his gaze away from the phone as he glanced at Charles. "Do you want me to drive my secretary out of the car? He won’t have to be in our presence when we satisfy our sexual desires." Augustine teased, winking playfully before pouting his lips, completely unbothered by his shamelessness.
Charles sighed, cringing at Augustine’s shamelessness as he quickly pushed open the car door.
Even though Augustine’s words made Charles uncomfortable, the real reason he hurried out was to escape—his own embarrassment creeping up on him.
’Besides, why did Augustine have to utter his words out loud instead of just texting me?’ Charles thought within himself as he rushed out of the car.
"You’re fucking cringe... Just stay away from me and don’t talk to me at work," Charles spat, jabbing a finger at Augustine before slamming the door shut.
Charles began to walk down the roadside, but a minute later, he rushed over to Charles’s car and opened the front door. "Please I am so sorry for making you witness all that." Charles apologised to the secretary.
"Umm, you don’t need to be sorry—"
"If you don’t mind, I’d really appreciate it if you pretended you didn’t see anything," Charles interrupted, cutting the secretary off mid-sentence. "Also, have a wonderful day," he added before gently shutting the door, his grip tightening around the handle of his bag pack.
Augustine shook his head with a soft chuckle, a warm smile tugging at his lips as his cheeks burned with a deep crimson hue.
His gaze remained fixed on Charles, watching the way he moved, the subtle sway of his stride as he disappeared into the crowd by the roadside.
Once Charles was out of sight, Augustine exhaled, his fingers instinctively grazing over his lower lip.
He bit down, savoring the lingering sensation.
The way Charles had kissed him—firm, teasing, and utterly consuming—left a heat simmering within Augustine.
He smirked to himself, his tongue flicking over the spot Charles had claimed... desperate to relive the moment just a little longer.
"Sir, should I start driving?" Augustine’s secretary questioned, breaking the total silence that resolves around the car.
"No. Let’s stay here for ten minutes," Augustine said, his smile fading into a serious expression. "In the meantime, brief me on my schedule for today."
His secretary nodded and pulled out his workbag, retrieving the file containing Augustine’s schedule for the day.
Meanwhile....
As Charles hurried toward the entrance of Gyapm Corporation, his eyes caught sight of Freda, who was also making a frantic dash into the building.
It was clear they were both running late.
Her black dress, simple yet elegant, swayed slightly with each hurried step, ending just above her knees.
A sleek black handbag hung at Freda’s side, bouncing gently as she moved, her brows furrowed in concentration as she quickened her pace.
"Freda!" Charles called out, waving his hands towards the air.
Freda turned around, her eyes lit in surprise as she rushed over to Charles. "Why didn’t you come to work yesterday?" She questioned, grabbing Charles’s wrist.
"I... I couldn’t present my letter of apology to CEO Augustine." Charles lied, believing that it was the best answer for the moment.
Freda scoffed, as she began to walk towards the storeroom while Charles trailed after her. "Can you believe that CEO Augustine sent me an apology letter on the night we quarrelled with Aubrey? And get this– He also said I don’t need to submit the apology letter, so that tells me that... CEO Augustine totally has a secret crush on me." She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder as if relishing the thought.