back, I made Tom submit to my demanding kiss and probing tongue.
Few men got into my bed and he would have to work for the privilege, even if I wanted exactly the same. Feeling my body sinking to the chair arm, I resisted and pulled away from the kiss that threatened to engulf me like a giant wave curling overhead.
Sighing heavily like pressure had been released after the loosening of a valve, Tom got a perfect view of my back. “Why are you going?” he asked hoarsely.
Already halfway out the door, I turned to flash him a smile, somewhere between allure and contempt. Though my heart pounded like physical collapse was imminent, I maintained my stern manner.
Leaving him to stew, I attempted to walk back to my desk with my thighs pressed together, molten heat threatening to spill.
Tom looked forlorn, behind his desk as if not considering leaving.
Surprising him by entering without knocking, my heart surged at the instant change my presence caused, greeting me with a warm smile.
“Let’s go.”
Instantly obeying the command, he switched off his computer and approached, pressing a tentative kiss to my closed mouth as if concerned I would reject it. His fear was like fuel.
Allowing his lips to meet mine gave him the confidence to take my hand, hot fingers enclosing mine. With a single squeeze, he made me want him, a sudden urgent need for him making me hesitate in reaching for the door handle.
Opening the door was a signal for him to release me, commencing our innocent departure from the office. Comforted by the action that confirmed our coordination, instinctually maintaining our privacy.
Conversation was minimal during the journey to my house. The generous seat of the taxi was wasted on us. We pressed together like we couldn’t be apart. Being directly in the line of the rear view mirror was of no concern—we only saw each other and didn’t care who saw us.
Holding his jaw, I let my gaze trail over his face, marveling at how he could kiss so well with such non-descript lips.
My heart pounded with a power that almost scared me, a sign of my urgent need to get him home. I never wanted a man more.
“When I get you home,” I started, instinctively whispering. “Go straight upstairs.”
Gazing back into my eyes, he didn’t miss a beat. “Where should I go?”
His tone was light with hope. “Take my post at the window?”
The question caused a frisson. No longer mine alone, it became our shared secret. There was more that I wanted to share and the new sensation was overwhelming.
“My bed.” I could barely accept that the breathy voice was my own.
Mutual trust didn’t require an extended period of discussion—we were instinctively aware of its existence. Remaining entwined during the journey through the streets of London, we silently surveyed each other using our senses, hearing being as necessary as the ability to speak.
At home, I stalled in putting away my bag and coat, giving Tom the opportunity to comply with my instructions without a reminder. Shrugging off his jacket as he silently ascended the stairs, he smoothly caught it and laid it over the railing on reaching the top.
After what seemed like several minutes, I slowly followed.
Halting in the doorway, I hid my elation at the sight of him lying supine, waiting for me and any action I chose to undertake.
“I left them for you,” he confirmed, referring to his underwear with a brief flick of his gaze.
“You’re too kind.” I smiled wickedly, my voice swollen with lust and sarcasm as I noted his clingy black shorts.
Defiantly holding my place between the light of the hallway and the darkened bedroom, I remained there for a moment, demonstrating my strength through my ability to resist him. The shift of his body made me advance, tickled by the impatient raise of his knee like he was preparing to stand.Unbuttoning my shirt regained his attention, making him still as I stopped at the foot of the bed. With every step, my heart pounded
Few men got into my bed and he would have to work for the privilege, even if I wanted exactly the same. Feeling my body sinking to the chair arm, I resisted and pulled away from the kiss that threatened to engulf me like a giant wave curling overhead.
Sighing heavily like pressure had been released after the loosening of a valve, Tom got a perfect view of my back. “Why are you going?” he asked hoarsely.
Already halfway out the door, I turned to flash him a smile, somewhere between allure and contempt. Though my heart pounded like physical collapse was imminent, I maintained my stern manner.
Leaving him to stew, I attempted to walk back to my desk with my thighs pressed together, molten heat threatening to spill.
Tom looked forlorn, behind his desk as if not considering leaving.
Surprising him by entering without knocking, my heart surged at the instant change my presence caused, greeting me with a warm smile.
“Let’s go.”
Instantly obeying the command, he switched off his computer and approached, pressing a tentative kiss to my closed mouth as if concerned I would reject it. His fear was like fuel.
Allowing his lips to meet mine gave him the confidence to take my hand, hot fingers enclosing mine. With a single squeeze, he made me want him, a sudden urgent need for him making me hesitate in reaching for the door handle.
Opening the door was a signal for him to release me, commencing our innocent departure from the office. Comforted by the action that confirmed our coordination, instinctually maintaining our privacy.
Conversation was minimal during the journey to my house. The generous seat of the taxi was wasted on us. We pressed together like we couldn’t be apart. Being directly in the line of the rear view mirror was of no concern—we only saw each other and didn’t care who saw us.
Holding his jaw, I let my gaze trail over his face, marveling at how he could kiss so well with such non-descript lips.
My heart pounded with a power that almost scared me, a sign of my urgent need to get him home. I never wanted a man more.
“When I get you home,” I started, instinctively whispering. “Go straight upstairs.”
Gazing back into my eyes, he didn’t miss a beat. “Where should I go?”
His tone was light with hope. “Take my post at the window?”
The question caused a frisson. No longer mine alone, it became our shared secret. There was more that I wanted to share and the new sensation was overwhelming.
“My bed.” I could barely accept that the breathy voice was my own.
Mutual trust didn’t require an extended period of discussion—we were instinctively aware of its existence. Remaining entwined during the journey through the streets of London, we silently surveyed each other using our senses, hearing being as necessary as the ability to speak.
At home, I stalled in putting away my bag and coat, giving Tom the opportunity to comply with my instructions without a reminder. Shrugging off his jacket as he silently ascended the stairs, he smoothly caught it and laid it over the railing on reaching the top.
After what seemed like several minutes, I slowly followed.
Halting in the doorway, I hid my elation at the sight of him lying supine, waiting for me and any action I chose to undertake.
“I left them for you,” he confirmed, referring to his underwear with a brief flick of his gaze.
“You’re too kind.” I smiled wickedly, my voice swollen with lust and sarcasm as I noted his clingy black shorts.
Defiantly holding my place between the light of the hallway and the darkened bedroom, I remained there for a moment, demonstrating my strength through my ability to resist him. The shift of his body made me advance, tickled by the impatient raise of his knee like he was preparing to stand.Unbuttoning my shirt regained his attention, making him still as I stopped at the foot of the bed. With every step, my heart pounded
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