this. Either I’m embarrassing myself or I’m about to…
I sense the warmth of Kyan as he closes the gap between us. His lips touch mine and my mouth opens slightly so I can feel his tongue against mine. He tastes of whiskey. The hot, woody scent of his cologne drives me crazy. It doesn’t matter what happens after tonight. All I know is that I want him, I need him.
It feels like minutes until our lips finally pull apart. I gasp a little, missing the feel of his mouth against mine. Missing the slightly scratchy feeling of his stubble against my smooth face. I want to speak, to say something meaningful, something sexy and cool, but no words will come out. I must look a flustered mess, all wide eyes and flushed skin, 1 but Kyan still looks completely unruffled. He runs a hand through his hair and turns to finish his whiskey.
“So,” he says draining the rest of his drink, “how about we go try out that hot tub in your room?”
I nearly choke on my wine. Play it cool Clara, he’s probably just joking.
“I…err…” I try to stammer out some witty response but I’ve got nothing. I hope he doesn’t notice me blushing, “I…I didn’t bring any swimwear.”
“I don’t think that’s a problem. I mean, I haven’t got anything you haven’t seen already.”
I follow him to the elevator in a daze.
****
I swipe my card in the door and walk into my luxurious room. When I hear him close the door behind me I turn around and he’s right there, his broad shoulders and powerful chest filling the space in front of me.
He stoops to kiss me and our lips meet again. I wrap my arms around him and, in turn, I feel a hand on the back of my neck, buried deep in my hair. His other hand is on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, forcing our bodies together.
What the hell are you doing Clara? Screams the voice of reason in my head, He’s your boss! This is a HUGE mistake.
It doesn’t feel like a mistake. It feels more right than anything has ever really felt to me. Is it just the alcohol making me think this is a good idea? No, I’ve only had two glasses of wine and the tingling lightheadedness I get when I’m tipsy is there, but I’m not completely uninhibited yet.
Eventually, he withdraws his mouth from mine again, leaving my lips feeling cold and eager to meet with his once more.
“I’ll be in the tub,” he says, beginning to unbutton his shirt and turning towards the beautiful marble-covered bathroom.
As he walks he begins to shed his clothes. First, his shirt falls to the ground revealing a smooth back knotted with thick muscle. He removes his belt and lets his pants fall to the ground and I can’t help but stare at his tight, athletic butt. As he walks by, my eyes shift down to thick thighs and then back up to his magnificent ass. I can’t stop thinking about what he looks like from the front.
He shuts the door and I hear the sound of water. I take off my clothes as quickly as I can, tearing at my heels to get them off before slipping out of my dress. I grab a dressing a gown to cover myself and go into the bathroom.
When I open the door Kyan is in the wide, circular tub already, the water teeming with bubbles. Only his head, neck, and broad shoulders are visible above the roiling water, his arms spread wide over the rim of the tub.
I tiptoe over to the tub. The gleaming white tiles feel cold on my feet. I step into the water and let the dressing gown drop onto the bathroom floor behind me. Kyan watches me with a smile while I do it. Even though my bottom half is almost immediately covered by water and my folded arms cover my breasts, I still feel vulnerable and exposed beneath his gaze.
I slide my body into the tub opposite Kyan. The warmth of the water feels great. I half-sit, half-float in the tub, feeling the tension and nervousness dissipate almost immediately. I look over at Kyan, his relaxed half-smile and open posture inviting me to go him, to touch him and feel his soft
I sense the warmth of Kyan as he closes the gap between us. His lips touch mine and my mouth opens slightly so I can feel his tongue against mine. He tastes of whiskey. The hot, woody scent of his cologne drives me crazy. It doesn’t matter what happens after tonight. All I know is that I want him, I need him.
It feels like minutes until our lips finally pull apart. I gasp a little, missing the feel of his mouth against mine. Missing the slightly scratchy feeling of his stubble against my smooth face. I want to speak, to say something meaningful, something sexy and cool, but no words will come out. I must look a flustered mess, all wide eyes and flushed skin, 1 but Kyan still looks completely unruffled. He runs a hand through his hair and turns to finish his whiskey.
“So,” he says draining the rest of his drink, “how about we go try out that hot tub in your room?”
I nearly choke on my wine. Play it cool Clara, he’s probably just joking.
“I…err…” I try to stammer out some witty response but I’ve got nothing. I hope he doesn’t notice me blushing, “I…I didn’t bring any swimwear.”
“I don’t think that’s a problem. I mean, I haven’t got anything you haven’t seen already.”
I follow him to the elevator in a daze.
****
I swipe my card in the door and walk into my luxurious room. When I hear him close the door behind me I turn around and he’s right there, his broad shoulders and powerful chest filling the space in front of me.
He stoops to kiss me and our lips meet again. I wrap my arms around him and, in turn, I feel a hand on the back of my neck, buried deep in my hair. His other hand is on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, forcing our bodies together.
What the hell are you doing Clara? Screams the voice of reason in my head, He’s your boss! This is a HUGE mistake.
It doesn’t feel like a mistake. It feels more right than anything has ever really felt to me. Is it just the alcohol making me think this is a good idea? No, I’ve only had two glasses of wine and the tingling lightheadedness I get when I’m tipsy is there, but I’m not completely uninhibited yet.
Eventually, he withdraws his mouth from mine again, leaving my lips feeling cold and eager to meet with his once more.
“I’ll be in the tub,” he says, beginning to unbutton his shirt and turning towards the beautiful marble-covered bathroom.
As he walks he begins to shed his clothes. First, his shirt falls to the ground revealing a smooth back knotted with thick muscle. He removes his belt and lets his pants fall to the ground and I can’t help but stare at his tight, athletic butt. As he walks by, my eyes shift down to thick thighs and then back up to his magnificent ass. I can’t stop thinking about what he looks like from the front.
He shuts the door and I hear the sound of water. I take off my clothes as quickly as I can, tearing at my heels to get them off before slipping out of my dress. I grab a dressing a gown to cover myself and go into the bathroom.
When I open the door Kyan is in the wide, circular tub already, the water teeming with bubbles. Only his head, neck, and broad shoulders are visible above the roiling water, his arms spread wide over the rim of the tub.
I tiptoe over to the tub. The gleaming white tiles feel cold on my feet. I step into the water and let the dressing gown drop onto the bathroom floor behind me. Kyan watches me with a smile while I do it. Even though my bottom half is almost immediately covered by water and my folded arms cover my breasts, I still feel vulnerable and exposed beneath his gaze.
I slide my body into the tub opposite Kyan. The warmth of the water feels great. I half-sit, half-float in the tub, feeling the tension and nervousness dissipate almost immediately. I look over at Kyan, his relaxed half-smile and open posture inviting me to go him, to touch him and feel his soft
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