while you’re fucking the daylights out of me.”
The rich laugh that I adored filled
the room and he unlocked my other wrist tossing both the keys and cuffs onto
the nightstand.
He traced my lips with his fingers and
sighed, dimples still present but not fully pronounced and the smile faded.
I saw a world of emotions in his eyes,
wonder and guilt blended together into an especially vulnerable combination. I
pulled him to my lips and kissed him, slow, maddening, seductive and he
exhaled, pulling away and rolling off me, collecting his clothes off the floor.
“You might want to wash up a little.” I
pointed him in the direction of the kid’s bathroom, while I went to do the same
in mine. When I came out dressed in jeans and my bra, he was straightening up
the bed as best he could.
“Please don’t worry about that.” I
grabbed the chocolate sauce from the bureau and headed downstairs unsure of how
to act now that we had completely crossed the line. The unknown now familiar in
a way that jumbled my stomach, making me more nervous than the day we first
kissed.
“You have a nice house,” he said
following me into the kitchen.
“Thank you.”
He nodded slightly and kissed me,
burying his hand in my thick brown hair. This kiss was full of promises, full
of quelled passion and when the kiss broke, his eyes searched mine. “You really
love me?”
I sighed, caught between a rock and an
impossible choice, if I say yes; he’ll run for the hills. If I say no, he’ll
think I’m just a cheating slut. The shit thing was regardless of whether I
loved him or not, I knew this would never be real, never be permanent and that
left me hollow like someone reached into my chest and yanked out my heart
crushing it in one brutal blow.
I pulled away without answering,
walking him to the front door, and leaning on the banister while he put his
shoes on. “What made you come by today?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He
shrugged, looking up at me when he finished tying his shoes.
“Thank you. It was a wonderful
surprise.” I allowed my lips to curve into a smile, the one I reserved just for
him.
“Anytime.” He stood, tracing my jawbone
with his fingers, stepping in for another kiss, this one sweet and sensual, his
hands slowly encircling me and mine wrapped around his waist.
Was it a good-bye kiss, or one that
promised more afternoon romps?
Neither one of us talked about what
came next.
Neither one of us knew.
About J.E. Taylor
J.E. Taylor is an Assistant Editor
with Allegory ( www.allegoryezine.com )
an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror as well as an author
of several short stories, “Nightmares” appearing in December 08’s Niteblade
Fantasy & Horror E-zine as well as “Grayson House” in the September 09
issue of Allegory E-zine under staff submissions. She writes paranormal
suspense novels and is looking forward to the madness that accompanies
publication. Ms. Taylor lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children.
Website: http://www.JETaylor75.com
Blog: http://jetaylor75.blogspot.com
Blog:
http://jetaylor75.wordpress.com
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/jetaylor75
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JETaylor
Twitter: http://twitter.com/JETaylor75
Tempting
the Dom
By Dakota Trace
Cursing under her breath and tugging
at the tight bra of her harem costume, Adalia Diamonte couldn’t believe she was
entering his home, especially after the circumstances that caused her departure
a year ago. Its owner, Domhnall O’Shanahan was disgusted with her refusal to
give up her prized self-control. If it hadn’t been for this specific job - to
take back the three carat marquise-cut diamond ring her client swore that her
former lover had taken, she’d never even have stepped across the threshold of Myrle Castle again.
But with the ink on her private
investigator’s license still wet, she couldn’t turn down her first paying job,
especially one from the world
The rich laugh that I adored filled
the room and he unlocked my other wrist tossing both the keys and cuffs onto
the nightstand.
He traced my lips with his fingers and
sighed, dimples still present but not fully pronounced and the smile faded.
I saw a world of emotions in his eyes,
wonder and guilt blended together into an especially vulnerable combination. I
pulled him to my lips and kissed him, slow, maddening, seductive and he
exhaled, pulling away and rolling off me, collecting his clothes off the floor.
“You might want to wash up a little.” I
pointed him in the direction of the kid’s bathroom, while I went to do the same
in mine. When I came out dressed in jeans and my bra, he was straightening up
the bed as best he could.
“Please don’t worry about that.” I
grabbed the chocolate sauce from the bureau and headed downstairs unsure of how
to act now that we had completely crossed the line. The unknown now familiar in
a way that jumbled my stomach, making me more nervous than the day we first
kissed.
“You have a nice house,” he said
following me into the kitchen.
“Thank you.”
He nodded slightly and kissed me,
burying his hand in my thick brown hair. This kiss was full of promises, full
of quelled passion and when the kiss broke, his eyes searched mine. “You really
love me?”
I sighed, caught between a rock and an
impossible choice, if I say yes; he’ll run for the hills. If I say no, he’ll
think I’m just a cheating slut. The shit thing was regardless of whether I
loved him or not, I knew this would never be real, never be permanent and that
left me hollow like someone reached into my chest and yanked out my heart
crushing it in one brutal blow.
I pulled away without answering,
walking him to the front door, and leaning on the banister while he put his
shoes on. “What made you come by today?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He
shrugged, looking up at me when he finished tying his shoes.
“Thank you. It was a wonderful
surprise.” I allowed my lips to curve into a smile, the one I reserved just for
him.
“Anytime.” He stood, tracing my jawbone
with his fingers, stepping in for another kiss, this one sweet and sensual, his
hands slowly encircling me and mine wrapped around his waist.
Was it a good-bye kiss, or one that
promised more afternoon romps?
Neither one of us talked about what
came next.
Neither one of us knew.
About J.E. Taylor
J.E. Taylor is an Assistant Editor
with Allegory ( www.allegoryezine.com )
an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror as well as an author
of several short stories, “Nightmares” appearing in December 08’s Niteblade
Fantasy & Horror E-zine as well as “Grayson House” in the September 09
issue of Allegory E-zine under staff submissions. She writes paranormal
suspense novels and is looking forward to the madness that accompanies
publication. Ms. Taylor lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children.
Website: http://www.JETaylor75.com
Blog: http://jetaylor75.blogspot.com
Blog:
http://jetaylor75.wordpress.com
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/jetaylor75
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JETaylor
Twitter: http://twitter.com/JETaylor75
Tempting
the Dom
By Dakota Trace
Cursing under her breath and tugging
at the tight bra of her harem costume, Adalia Diamonte couldn’t believe she was
entering his home, especially after the circumstances that caused her departure
a year ago. Its owner, Domhnall O’Shanahan was disgusted with her refusal to
give up her prized self-control. If it hadn’t been for this specific job - to
take back the three carat marquise-cut diamond ring her client swore that her
former lover had taken, she’d never even have stepped across the threshold of Myrle Castle again.
But with the ink on her private
investigator’s license still wet, she couldn’t turn down her first paying job,
especially one from the world
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