the new khakis.
My thoughts shifted to Michelle and the evening ahead as I scurried about, running a brush through my hair and frowning at the results. It never behaved when I wanted it to. I spent far too much time deciding which pair of shoes to wear, finally settling on a pair of loafers. I was pulling them on when there was a knock on the door.
My head snapped back, and I looked at the clock. Too early for Michelle. Maybe Sara had forgotten her key. Great. The blue shirt was still lying on the bed, and the only thing covering me was a bra.
“Just a second,” I called, grabbing up the shirt and fumbling to undo all the buttons as I moved to the door. I pushed my arms through the sleeves and gathered the front together in one hand. Without bothering with the buttons, I reached out with the other hand and pulled the door open.
“Hello there.” I must have looked stunned, because Michelle was laughing at my expression.
“You’re early,” I said flatly, stepping back to let her in.
She closed the door behind her, her eyes never leaving mine.
I’d forgotten how dark they were. She looked gorgeous in a light gray blouse tucked into black-and-white checkered trousers. Just seeing her made my hormones race.
“I’d say I’m just in time.” Her eyes leered playfully as she reached for me, sliding both hands under my shirt and letting them sneak around my waist to rest at the small of my back. I released the front of my shirt and let it fall open as I lifted my arms and wrapped them around her neck.
“I missed you.” I barely had time to whisper before she was kissing me soundly.
“Mmm. It’s been a long week,” she mumbled against my mouth as she gently guided me backward until the edge of the bed was behind my knees. She eased me down carefully, her lips never leaving mine.
Then she was on top of me, and I knew nothing except the taste of her mouth, the tingle of her fingers as they brushed the shirt farther back from my shoulders. Her lips were on my neck, nibbling and biting, while her hands seemed to be everywhere at once, instantly teasing, arousing. The ache between my legs was immediate, insistent, demanding attention. I tugged at her shirt, needing to feel the softness of her skin. Again her mouth was on mine, falling open as I pulled her down. Tighter. Closer.
I took her tongue between my lips, slowly sucking, wanting that fullness in my mouth. Then her hand was at my waist, tugging at the zipper of the khakis without success. I smiled and broke the kiss to reach down and help. I froze.
Sara’s face loomed above Michelle’s shoulder. She was leaning against the edge of the door that joined our rooms, staring and looking utterly stunned. The moment seemed to last forever. Sara looked wretched, I was unable to move, and Michelle continued to kiss my neck, oblivious. Finally, Sara took a deep breath and shook herself.
“I’m sorry. I —” she stopped in midsentence and fled the room.
Michelle lifted her head, a question on her face. “Sara?” I nodded. “Shit,” I muttered. “I forgot the door was open.” Michelle sat up and I followed, standing to button my shirt.
“I’ve got to catch her before she leaves, okay? I’ll only be a minute.”
Sara was stuffing clothes into an overnight bag when I caught up to her. She knew I was standing there, barely a foot away, but she wouldn’t look at me.
“Sara,” I began.
“I’m running late. I really have to get going.” Without looking up, she closed the bag and zipped it up.
“Sara, don’t,” I pleaded. My stomach hurt. My head hurt.
Why did she make me hurt so much?
She turned away from me, flinging the bag over her shoulder.
Now anger was beginning to mix with remorse. I chased her.
“Dammit, Sara. Stop.” Completely out of character, I grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.
She looked wounded.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” Now she was pleading.
Backing away.
“It’s okay. Stop it, all
My thoughts shifted to Michelle and the evening ahead as I scurried about, running a brush through my hair and frowning at the results. It never behaved when I wanted it to. I spent far too much time deciding which pair of shoes to wear, finally settling on a pair of loafers. I was pulling them on when there was a knock on the door.
My head snapped back, and I looked at the clock. Too early for Michelle. Maybe Sara had forgotten her key. Great. The blue shirt was still lying on the bed, and the only thing covering me was a bra.
“Just a second,” I called, grabbing up the shirt and fumbling to undo all the buttons as I moved to the door. I pushed my arms through the sleeves and gathered the front together in one hand. Without bothering with the buttons, I reached out with the other hand and pulled the door open.
“Hello there.” I must have looked stunned, because Michelle was laughing at my expression.
“You’re early,” I said flatly, stepping back to let her in.
She closed the door behind her, her eyes never leaving mine.
I’d forgotten how dark they were. She looked gorgeous in a light gray blouse tucked into black-and-white checkered trousers. Just seeing her made my hormones race.
“I’d say I’m just in time.” Her eyes leered playfully as she reached for me, sliding both hands under my shirt and letting them sneak around my waist to rest at the small of my back. I released the front of my shirt and let it fall open as I lifted my arms and wrapped them around her neck.
“I missed you.” I barely had time to whisper before she was kissing me soundly.
“Mmm. It’s been a long week,” she mumbled against my mouth as she gently guided me backward until the edge of the bed was behind my knees. She eased me down carefully, her lips never leaving mine.
Then she was on top of me, and I knew nothing except the taste of her mouth, the tingle of her fingers as they brushed the shirt farther back from my shoulders. Her lips were on my neck, nibbling and biting, while her hands seemed to be everywhere at once, instantly teasing, arousing. The ache between my legs was immediate, insistent, demanding attention. I tugged at her shirt, needing to feel the softness of her skin. Again her mouth was on mine, falling open as I pulled her down. Tighter. Closer.
I took her tongue between my lips, slowly sucking, wanting that fullness in my mouth. Then her hand was at my waist, tugging at the zipper of the khakis without success. I smiled and broke the kiss to reach down and help. I froze.
Sara’s face loomed above Michelle’s shoulder. She was leaning against the edge of the door that joined our rooms, staring and looking utterly stunned. The moment seemed to last forever. Sara looked wretched, I was unable to move, and Michelle continued to kiss my neck, oblivious. Finally, Sara took a deep breath and shook herself.
“I’m sorry. I —” she stopped in midsentence and fled the room.
Michelle lifted her head, a question on her face. “Sara?” I nodded. “Shit,” I muttered. “I forgot the door was open.” Michelle sat up and I followed, standing to button my shirt.
“I’ve got to catch her before she leaves, okay? I’ll only be a minute.”
Sara was stuffing clothes into an overnight bag when I caught up to her. She knew I was standing there, barely a foot away, but she wouldn’t look at me.
“Sara,” I began.
“I’m running late. I really have to get going.” Without looking up, she closed the bag and zipped it up.
“Sara, don’t,” I pleaded. My stomach hurt. My head hurt.
Why did she make me hurt so much?
She turned away from me, flinging the bag over her shoulder.
Now anger was beginning to mix with remorse. I chased her.
“Dammit, Sara. Stop.” Completely out of character, I grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.
She looked wounded.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” Now she was pleading.
Backing away.
“It’s okay. Stop it, all
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