I would say, you are very affected by this,” he whispered hotly, holding my gaze with his own, his piercing eyes not allowing me to look away.
Then, his fingers touched me.
I have never in my life felt so aroused. It was magic. His fingers fluttered along, grazing me lightly. I almost came right then. I shuddered.
“Mmm, Grace. You sure this isn't affecting you?” he continued, pressing down on me. I almost lost my balance. He pushed me back up against the door, slamming me against the doorbell. I heard it ring out.
“Coming!” I heard Holly say as she clicked across the floor to the front door.
“Not quite, but she's close.” He chuckled, removing his hand and leaving me breathless and rosy cheeked.
“I'll just let you get back to focusing. Call me when you're ready to finish this,” he said, laughing lightly at my frustrated and confused look.
“Guh,” I mumbled. He slipped into the darkness, but I could hear him. I amused him.
Holly opened the door and took one look at me. I was still against the door with my dress bunched up around my hips. I was shaking my head in wonderment, looking frazzled and thrilled all at the same time.
“Oh, God, the British have landed, haven't they?” she asked.
I looked up at her, incapable of speech.
I distinctly heard Jack's laughter slice through the night as his car sped away.
“You better not have fucked her up against my front door, Jack!” she called after him.
As his car disappeared around the corner, I heard him yell, “Not yet, Holly!”
Holly shook her finger at me in a tsk-tsk fashion and went back inside. Seconds later she turned the porch light out on me.
You just lost the power of speech.
The_Unidentified_Redhead
Chapter Ten
Though we had only known each other for a few days, that night had marked a turning point in our “relationship”. It was on. I knew that we were stupid attracted to each other. I knew that it made no sense at all that we were even engaging in what was now beyond a mild flirtation. I knew that the nine-year age difference was huge and that whether I wanted to or not, it would eventually be something that I would have to deal with. I knew that he was already Mr. Hot Shit, UK version, and about to blow up into a huge star. I knew that there was little to no chance that we would both make it out of this OK.
I knew that he was going to fuck me like it was his job.
And I knew that I was going to let him.
Even though all of that other stuff was there and would eventually have to be dealt with, I was now beyond the point of being able to resist. I was going to let my body take over and my brain worry about something else. All the mental junk got pushed to the side and placed in a box titled “Grace Will Deal With You Later, She Is Now Being Run By Her Oonie”.
The rest of that week, we talked on the phone, we emailed, we texted and even made Holly act as a go between, much to her consternation. She was forced to relay messages like: “Tell Sheridan I saw a seagull this morning that needed a soft place to land,” and “Tell Hamilton there is a sale on ChapStick if he needs to stock up; that bottom lip is looking a little ragged” and “Tell Sheridan that she should use Bengay if her joints are acting up; that's what my dad uses,” and “Tell Hamilton that the meter reader guy put some on me last night, and it felt gooood.” Eventually Holly refused to continue this telephone game, shouting over the phone in front of famous client who was there to take a meeting, “Would you two just fuck and get it over with!”
We didn't see each other until the following week. I really was behind on work. I was getting ready for the showcase and that night I was finally testing out my two songs at open mike night. Holly and Nick were meeting me at a club off Fairfax. I was a little nervous, but more excited than anything else. I needed to practice and I was just becoming comfortable performing in front of an audience
Then, his fingers touched me.
I have never in my life felt so aroused. It was magic. His fingers fluttered along, grazing me lightly. I almost came right then. I shuddered.
“Mmm, Grace. You sure this isn't affecting you?” he continued, pressing down on me. I almost lost my balance. He pushed me back up against the door, slamming me against the doorbell. I heard it ring out.
“Coming!” I heard Holly say as she clicked across the floor to the front door.
“Not quite, but she's close.” He chuckled, removing his hand and leaving me breathless and rosy cheeked.
“I'll just let you get back to focusing. Call me when you're ready to finish this,” he said, laughing lightly at my frustrated and confused look.
“Guh,” I mumbled. He slipped into the darkness, but I could hear him. I amused him.
Holly opened the door and took one look at me. I was still against the door with my dress bunched up around my hips. I was shaking my head in wonderment, looking frazzled and thrilled all at the same time.
“Oh, God, the British have landed, haven't they?” she asked.
I looked up at her, incapable of speech.
I distinctly heard Jack's laughter slice through the night as his car sped away.
“You better not have fucked her up against my front door, Jack!” she called after him.
As his car disappeared around the corner, I heard him yell, “Not yet, Holly!”
Holly shook her finger at me in a tsk-tsk fashion and went back inside. Seconds later she turned the porch light out on me.
You just lost the power of speech.
The_Unidentified_Redhead
Chapter Ten
Though we had only known each other for a few days, that night had marked a turning point in our “relationship”. It was on. I knew that we were stupid attracted to each other. I knew that it made no sense at all that we were even engaging in what was now beyond a mild flirtation. I knew that the nine-year age difference was huge and that whether I wanted to or not, it would eventually be something that I would have to deal with. I knew that he was already Mr. Hot Shit, UK version, and about to blow up into a huge star. I knew that there was little to no chance that we would both make it out of this OK.
I knew that he was going to fuck me like it was his job.
And I knew that I was going to let him.
Even though all of that other stuff was there and would eventually have to be dealt with, I was now beyond the point of being able to resist. I was going to let my body take over and my brain worry about something else. All the mental junk got pushed to the side and placed in a box titled “Grace Will Deal With You Later, She Is Now Being Run By Her Oonie”.
The rest of that week, we talked on the phone, we emailed, we texted and even made Holly act as a go between, much to her consternation. She was forced to relay messages like: “Tell Sheridan I saw a seagull this morning that needed a soft place to land,” and “Tell Hamilton there is a sale on ChapStick if he needs to stock up; that bottom lip is looking a little ragged” and “Tell Sheridan that she should use Bengay if her joints are acting up; that's what my dad uses,” and “Tell Hamilton that the meter reader guy put some on me last night, and it felt gooood.” Eventually Holly refused to continue this telephone game, shouting over the phone in front of famous client who was there to take a meeting, “Would you two just fuck and get it over with!”
We didn't see each other until the following week. I really was behind on work. I was getting ready for the showcase and that night I was finally testing out my two songs at open mike night. Holly and Nick were meeting me at a club off Fairfax. I was a little nervous, but more excited than anything else. I needed to practice and I was just becoming comfortable performing in front of an audience
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