your boss, and we were just a couple of friends, would you want me to kiss you again?” He stretched out a hand, stroking his thumb over my cheek. My head instinctively leaned into his touch, as if somehow drawn to him.
“I don’t know. Probably.” I reached forward to tuck the loose strand behind his ear. “Why are you asking me this? Is it because I let Sam kiss me?” I looked up, waiting for his response. He dipped his head and I held my breath, anticipating what he would do next. This man had me feeling all sorts of things, and right now my thighs felt weak and I was afraid they would no longer support my weight. My lips suddenly felt as if I had been wandering around the desert for days without water. I felt weak and parched and his touch was the only thing that could quench me.
The kiss started out slow as he teased his lips against mine, and it wasn’t long before my lips parted, welcoming his tongue as it brushed softly against the tender flesh of my own. His hand cupped the back of my head, drawing me closer, and I whimpered as he crushed his hard body to mine. He gently pushed and pulled against my mouth as he slowly began breaking down my carefully constructed walls. I closed my eyes, melting into him as our tongues clashed and collided together, his mouth continuing to devour me. His hand slid down my back and over the curve of my ass, covered only by the thin cotton of my dress, before grasping the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up and around his, opening me up for him to press his arousal tighter against my body. My eyes fluttered open, and I caught a glimpse of us in the large mirror behind the sink. My eyes skimmed over his muscular back, and appreciated the way his jeans hugged his firm ass. What I saw in that brief glimpse wasn’t the kiss of two friends, it was a passion that could only be found between lovers, and that both excited and scared the hell out of me.
Without intending to, I had let go of all my inhibitions, giving myself freely to the lust brought on by the six-foot-two sex god that currently had his expert tongue shoved down my throat. I was torn between wanting to run away, and taking him right there on the bathroom floor. I remembered the promise he had made when I agreed to come work for him. I think at this point we had definitely crossed a line. He pulled back slowly, placing delicate kisses from one side of my mouth to the other. When we finally broke apart my body was flush with excitement, and I felt weak in the knees.
“Tell me you didn’t feel something just then.” He demanded, breathlessly, his forehead pressed firmly into mine. My back was against the wall, my leg still hitched around him, and his palms were pressed flat to the wall, trapping me beneath him. I was painfully aware that I had found myself in this precarious position before. The smell of him was intoxicating, and it wasn’t just the whiskey on his breath. I couldn’t think straight when he was this close. If I told him the truth then it would probably lead to sex, but that’s all it would amount to. Even though I couldn't deny that I wanted him in that way, I wanted his heart more. I lowered my leg slowly, and it took everything I had to open my mouth and outright lie to him.
“I don’t know, it’s hard to say for sure because I’ve had a few glasses of champagne…” I trailed off, voice shaky and uncertain.
“You’re fucking lying and you know it.” He yelled, slapping his hand against the wall and startling me. “I know I’m not crazy Rhyann. There’s definitely something between us. I don’t care if I’m your boss, we have chemistry. I've tried to fight it, but I can't do it any longer.” His voice went low as he bent to my ear and whispered. “I’m willing to bet if I slipped my hand between your legs I would find your panties soaking wet.” I silently prayed that he wouldn’t try and find out. I knew that was all he wanted. This was only a game to him. I
“I don’t know. Probably.” I reached forward to tuck the loose strand behind his ear. “Why are you asking me this? Is it because I let Sam kiss me?” I looked up, waiting for his response. He dipped his head and I held my breath, anticipating what he would do next. This man had me feeling all sorts of things, and right now my thighs felt weak and I was afraid they would no longer support my weight. My lips suddenly felt as if I had been wandering around the desert for days without water. I felt weak and parched and his touch was the only thing that could quench me.
The kiss started out slow as he teased his lips against mine, and it wasn’t long before my lips parted, welcoming his tongue as it brushed softly against the tender flesh of my own. His hand cupped the back of my head, drawing me closer, and I whimpered as he crushed his hard body to mine. He gently pushed and pulled against my mouth as he slowly began breaking down my carefully constructed walls. I closed my eyes, melting into him as our tongues clashed and collided together, his mouth continuing to devour me. His hand slid down my back and over the curve of my ass, covered only by the thin cotton of my dress, before grasping the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up and around his, opening me up for him to press his arousal tighter against my body. My eyes fluttered open, and I caught a glimpse of us in the large mirror behind the sink. My eyes skimmed over his muscular back, and appreciated the way his jeans hugged his firm ass. What I saw in that brief glimpse wasn’t the kiss of two friends, it was a passion that could only be found between lovers, and that both excited and scared the hell out of me.
Without intending to, I had let go of all my inhibitions, giving myself freely to the lust brought on by the six-foot-two sex god that currently had his expert tongue shoved down my throat. I was torn between wanting to run away, and taking him right there on the bathroom floor. I remembered the promise he had made when I agreed to come work for him. I think at this point we had definitely crossed a line. He pulled back slowly, placing delicate kisses from one side of my mouth to the other. When we finally broke apart my body was flush with excitement, and I felt weak in the knees.
“Tell me you didn’t feel something just then.” He demanded, breathlessly, his forehead pressed firmly into mine. My back was against the wall, my leg still hitched around him, and his palms were pressed flat to the wall, trapping me beneath him. I was painfully aware that I had found myself in this precarious position before. The smell of him was intoxicating, and it wasn’t just the whiskey on his breath. I couldn’t think straight when he was this close. If I told him the truth then it would probably lead to sex, but that’s all it would amount to. Even though I couldn't deny that I wanted him in that way, I wanted his heart more. I lowered my leg slowly, and it took everything I had to open my mouth and outright lie to him.
“I don’t know, it’s hard to say for sure because I’ve had a few glasses of champagne…” I trailed off, voice shaky and uncertain.
“You’re fucking lying and you know it.” He yelled, slapping his hand against the wall and startling me. “I know I’m not crazy Rhyann. There’s definitely something between us. I don’t care if I’m your boss, we have chemistry. I've tried to fight it, but I can't do it any longer.” His voice went low as he bent to my ear and whispered. “I’m willing to bet if I slipped my hand between your legs I would find your panties soaking wet.” I silently prayed that he wouldn’t try and find out. I knew that was all he wanted. This was only a game to him. I
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