Page 60 of Crying Shame
“I doubt that.”
Day and night, all I wanted was to be near her.
Her lips met mine, and I tugged her close.
The passion inside me was too hot to handle. I brushed against her thighs, and it was like I was home. She dropped her robe. The black nightgown barely covered anything.
I needed to be inside her more than I needed to breathe. She was into it as her hands were in my hair and tugging at the waistband of my pants. She succeeded in pulling my pants down.
We continued kissing and touching each other.
My one mission was to be inside her. I grabbed a condom from a side drawer. She took it from me and unwrapped it before I undressed her.
She was gorgeous, and watching her breasts come free made me harder.
She rolled the condom on me, and I kissed her neck and jaw. I suckled on her nipples as she arched her back.
Clearly, she wanted this as much as me.
She ran her hands all over my body and lifted her leg onto the built-in bar. My entire body was hard and ready as she gently tugged on my ass and directed me inside her. I held her thighs as I drove in hard and fast.
Tonight, she’d skipped the conversation. I swore we’d talk later. I needed her, and she needed me.
This was enough for now. I had her, and at this moment, we were one.
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Elon
My mind started to clear after I'd stayed inside her for just a few moments. I was in heaven.
However, she looked uncomfortable, so I helped her down from the bar and slipped out.
I still tasted her on my lips. She reached for her wine and not her clothes. My heart still stirred, but I took my glass too. “I thought we were going to drink wine and talk before we did anything else,” I said.
She clinked glasses with me and let out a laugh. “That was the plan. At least, I think it was. Let’s drink the wine now.”
Her confidence was a turn-on, and I couldn’t quite breathe. “Naked?”
She stared at me quizzically, like I was the crazy one. “Is there a better way to enjoy wine?”
“You’re not worried Sam might wake up?”
She blushed and tugged on her robe.
The truth was, I wasn’t ever this free. I took her hand and something sparked inside me. “Let’s go into the living room.”
The sway of her hips was hypnotic. She squatted and sat on the floor instead of choosing the couch. I joined her. “I wanted to thank you for giving me the job. I think I’ll be good at helping you out with scheduling and—“
“I don’t want to talk about work right now,” I interrupted, holding the stem of my glass tighter.
She closed her eyes. “Right. I’m sorry.”
My shoulder brushed hers, and my heart thumped. “Don’t be sorry. I was going to try and slow things down.”
Her face took on a bright-pink blush .“Oh. Okay.”
I assumed she didn’t understand at all. “I want to do right by you.”
