Page 51 of The Physical Attraction Seminar
“I’m fine,” I lie. I’m not fine. I’m losing my mind.
“The first part of today’s session is going to be focused on something that I like to call ‘The Art of Kissing,’” Glenda explains. “Ladies, if you will, please get out your favorite pair of lipstick and lather your lips generously.”
Lyla takes her time undoing the cap of the lipstick, her fingers grazing the edge before she finally twists it open. Keeping her gaze locked on mine, she slowly brings the tube to her bottom lip, dragging it across with practiced expertise.
I can't help but stare at her slightly parted mouth, her lips pink and inviting.
As our eyes meet, her gaze wandersdown to my mouth and then back up to my eyes. She’s going to fucking kill me if she keeps looking at me like this.
“Alright,” Glenda starts again. “Please start by kissing your partner on the cheek and work your way around however you two feel most comfortable. The one and only rule here is that kissing on the lips is off-limits, for now.”
Lyla plants a gentle kiss on my cheek, the softness of her lips leaving a lingering warmth. She traces a delicate path from my cheek to my jawline, each one building a gentle heat. She’s savoring each kiss, neither hurrying nor lingering.
“Ladies, think of your partner as a blank canvas, ready for your artistic touch.”
I could use more than just Lyla’s artistic touch right now.
My dick is pressing against the seam of my pants, and it’s growing more unbearable by the minute.
Lyla moves down, planting her lips on the side of my neck, and as she does, she rolls her hips just slightly enough that she grinds on my erection.
“Lyla,” I warn.
“Hmm?” Her hazel eyes dart up to mine, and I nearly come undone.
Her unwavering stare intensifies as she urges me to lean back, her desire evident as she leans in to kiss my chest. Her kisses leave behind a fading pink stain like a watercolor painting losing its intensity.
“Now you may kiss your partner on the lips,” Glenda exclaims. “Just once! Make the most of it!”
The patio fills with groans as a rumble of thunder crackles in the near distance.
Lyla's pause lingers, her eyes fixated on me, a smirk slowly forming on her lips. She’s trying to drag this out. She’s trying to drive me insane. She wants to ignite a burning sensation in every nerve ending of my body. And it’s working.
When her soft lips finally meet mine, I open my mouth for her, angling for a deeper kiss, and she slips her tongue inside. Her mouth was made for kissing. I can’t get enough of it. The taste of her lingers on my tongue after she pulls away. With a gentle motion, she wipes away some of the lingering pink residue from her lipstick on my bottom lip.
“Leave the rest,” I breathe. “I want everyone to know exactly where my lips have been.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, soft and low, before kissing along my jawline again.
“Lyla.” My voice is strained.
“Barrett.”
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to?—”
“So, I’ve been thinking,” she cuts me off, her lips gently brushing against mine once again. “And I want you to fire me.”
“Are you insane? I’m not going to fire you.” I pull back just enough so I can see her whole face. There are freckles dotting her cheeks from laying in the sun yesterday, and desire is swimming in her eyes.
The desire quickly fades and is replaced by a serious expression.
“I need you to fire me, Barrett. It’s not humanly possible for me to quit a job this good, so I needyou to fire me. I don’t want to wait until you find an escape clause and get it approved by the board. And I don't want everyone in the office scrutinizing our every move once you finally do. And most importantly, I don’t want to feel guilty for the way I’m kissing you right now.” Lyla sucks in a steadying breath, her eyes pleading for understanding.
She has no idea how fucking perfect she is.
“Ly—”
“I’m not done.” She silences me by placing a finger over my mouth, urging me to be silent. “I have my eye on another job, and I think they’re still accepting applications. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll work together to find another option… as a team. Between you and Elliot, there’s no shortage of connections. So just… fire me. Please.”
