Page 34 of Vintage

I had never experienced such a fiery sensation, but it was the heat of him that consumed me.

As his tongue slipped into my mouth, I felt his warm breath, our tongues dancing together while I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers weavingthrough his messy platinum blonde hair, still captivating to touch. He was my Ro, Adonis among men.

I gasped, tugging at his hair, pulling whenever he playfully nibbled or bit my lips or tongue.

The breathless connection of our mouths, the desire to merge into one, and the craving to consume each other was simply too much to handle.

"Ahhh..." I moaned into his mouth as his right hand slipped under my sweater, pushing aside my bra, cupping my breast that fir perfectly in his hand. His thumb gliding over my nipple, sending goosebumps racing as he teased me, drawing out sounds that felt foreign. Too eager. Too lewd. Just so unlike me, yet I craved him desperately, barely aware of the ache inside.

His fingers glided over the wires of my bra, teasingly hooking one into the strap, while I lost myself deeper into his mouth, sucking on his lips and tasting his tongue.

He let out a groan, pulling back just enough for us to become a tangle of limbs, stripping each other. The sound of clothes rustling filled the cramped office. We were both breathing heavily, our eyes clouded with desire, a confirmation I didn’t need to see.

A chill breeze brushed against my skin, and I felt his warm fingers exploring me again. With my eyes shut, every sensation intensified.

He traced my nipples, flicking as he moved down, circling my navel before stopping at my thighs, parting them to stand between them.

Perched on the cold table, with darkness enveloping my sight, I used him as my steadying force. I followed his lead as he placed my legs on the table, wide open. The cold air hit my most sensitive areas, and I bit my lip, stifling a scream that threatened to escape.

"You’re stunning. The most beautiful woman in the whole universe." There was truth in his words, but they stung emotionally.

Amir was never one to stay silent during our intimate moments. He loved to whisper dirty things, to make every inch of my skin flush under his gaze, and his silence spoke volumes, bringing tears to my eyes.

"I love you." I wasn’t sure if he needed to hear it, but I wanted him to know my love matched his obsession for me.

"I know, sweetheart... But I’m not a man deserving of such pure love." He pressed his words against my skin, marking me like I was his forbidden fruit.

My heart shattered.

That wasn't right. Sure, he might've messed up, but he definitely wasn't short on feelings. He deserves everything, even if the word itself can't show it.

"That's not—"

"Shhh... Not today, Mrs. Rowan. Not today." He hushed me, and I felt so weak.

His lips traveled down my jaw to my neck, sucking softly, making my back arch. The skin of my body brushed against his stubble, the friction warming me up. My eyes rolled back as I gasped for air, each touch of his draining me.

His lips curved into a sly smile over my breasts, making me moan without meaning to. I opened my legs wider, feeling the hot liquid trickling down the curve of my ass over the table as he took one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking while kneading the other. "Rohhh..." I pulled at his hair, breathing hard, trying to stifle my sounds.

Each tease, each touch stretched on, burning me up but never quenching the need in my belly.

I wanted to touch myself, but I pushed that thought away. Today was for him to forget everything, to find comfort however he needed. Today, it wasn't about my pleasure first like it usually was.

"You taste divine." He grinned, licking my clit, making me moan loudly, jolting with pleasure, but then he stopped, and I whined, realizing how lost I was in what he was doing, forgetting who might hear me.

Another quick kiss, and he whispered against my lips. "Answer, Mrs. Rowan. Ask who’s there?"

I steadied my breath and repeated his whisper loud enough for the person outside to hear.

“W-Who is it?” I really hope they didn’t catch that. The loud sounds still crashing through the building from the garage gave me a bit of hope.

“It’s me, Greg. Just checking if you want anything since we’re ordering lunch?”

I shut my eyes, took a deep breath. But then I tensed up again when Ro started nibbling on my nipple. Damn.

I felt my face heat up, aware of every spot he was touching as he popped off my breast and kissed my areola, making me stifle a moan so Greg wouldn’t hear. I can’t mess up my work environment just to moan freely.

“No... No... I’m good. Just tell everyone I’m in a virtual meeting, don’t bother me for an hour or two.” My voice was tight, my chest rising and falling quickly.

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