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Michael deliberately brushes his hands over my boobs or our lips. It is so hard to concentrate on the exercise with that kind of sexual tension. I also make sure that my hand brushes over his semi hard dick making him flinch in pleasure. During the last part of our session, he picks me up and pushes me against the wall capturing my lips in his then kissing me like his life depends on it.

"I want you right now so bad." he whispers in my ears. His voice sends shivers down my spine. I kiss him back and wrap my hands around his neck. He grinds his hard manhood onto my crotch and moans into my mouth.

Chapter Eight

The unquenchable Thirst

Michael's point of view.

I notice that as much as Claire wants me, she pushes me away every time I want to take it further. I don’t know what it is since we have already made love two times before but I am determined. I try every angle with her unsuccessfully and end up giving up this time. My body yearns for her in ways i cannot fathom, ever since I first tasted her. I want her for myself and only me but her rejection digs a hole in my pride. Our sessions end and she quickly rushes out of the room, leaving me with a huge problem in my pant. I move close to a corner, close my eyes, pull out my thick and hard manhood and work on it. Images of Claire’s naked body floods my mind and that alone pushes me to the end. I cum all over my hands after which i go to the bathroom to wash-up.

I don’t see her again till the following day when she shows up for our sessions. It is tough when she kisses me back, touches me all over but when it comes to taking it further she pushes me away. I know that she wants me, her juices soaking her pantie is evidence enough but she refuses to take it further. This goes on till the day she leaves and I can do nothing to stop her.

I watch from my bedroom window as Kendra assists her in loading her belongings into the car. My heart tightens with pain, but I force myself to suppress the emotions, trying to convince myself that everything will be alright. She glances back, her eyes reflecting the pain she's feeling, yet she continues to get into the car. I'm aware that I might be the cause of this abrupt decision, but I'm at a loss about how to make her stay.

As the days turn into weeks, I come to realize that I need her more than I initially comprehended. Despite revealing to my family that I can now walk with a cane, there's an emptiness that lingers – the absence of Claire. My house feels empty too, given that Kendra spends most of her time at Claire's place. I've even gone to the extent of hiring a private investigator to gather information about her, including whether she's seeing someone new. The reports about her are positive, but all I yearn for is to have her close, to have her all to myself.

Everything seems to be falling into place – my recovery, the ongoing investigation, and my business – but there's a crucial void that remains. I rack my brain, searching for a way to bring Claire closer and make her feel secure enough to not push me away. After much contemplation, I come up with a proposition that I hope will be irresistible. I decide to offer her a job as my secretary, promising to keep our affair a secret, hoping this will provide the closeness I desire while giving her a sense of security.

In an attempt to sway Claire's decision, I discreetly involve Kendra, presenting the proposition under the guise of offering her a job more closely related to her field of study, with better pay and benefits. Kendra, unaware of the romantic involvement between Claire and me, sees it as an opportunity to help her friend find stability and financial security.

One evening, I orchestrate a meeting with Claire and Kendra, putting on my best persuasive demeanor. "Claire, I've been discussing a new job opportunity with Kendra," I start, "one that I believe would be a great fit for you."

Kendra chimes in, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Yeah, Claire! It's a position that aligns more with your background, and the salary and benefits are really impressive.

Claire looks between us, clearly surprised by the suggestion. "What kind of job are we talking about?"

I explain, "It's a secretary position in my company. You'd be handling administrative tasks, and your skills would be put to good use. Plus, it comes with a comfortable salary, health benefits, and a positive work environment."

Kendra adds, "And Claire, think about how much this could help you financially. You wouldn't have to worry about making ends meet, and you could finally start building a stable life."

Claire's gaze shifts between Kendra and me, a mixture of emotions in her eyes. "I appreciate the offer, but it's a big decision. I need some time to think about it."

Kendra nods understandingly. "Of course, take all the time you need. Just remember, Claire, we're here to support you."

As they continue to discuss the opportunity, I can't help but feel a mix of hope and anxiety. Kendra's unknowing involvement adds an element of authenticity to the offer, and I hope that Claire will consider the proposition seriously, knowing that it's presented with her best interests at heart.

Chapter Nine

Christmas Wish

James Point of view

I wake up to a crisp morning, the air tinged with anticipation. As I step outside, the world is adorned with twinkling lights, and the faint melody of festive tunes fills the atmosphere. It's the beginning of the Christmas season, a magical time where joy and warmth embrace the world. The streets are bustling with people, each adorned in cozy scarves and festive sweaters. Storefronts showcase glittering displays of ornaments and tinsel, enticing passersby with the spirit of the season. There's a palpable sense of excitement as families gather to choose the perfect Christmas tree, their laughter echoing through the air.

In homes, the aroma of freshly baked cookies and cinnamon-spiced treats wafts from kitchens, creating a comforting fragrance that signifies the start of holiday celebrations. The sound of wrapping paper being unfurled and laughter bubbling up as gifts are exchanged adds to the festive symphony.

As night falls, the glow of twinkling lights transforms neighborhoods into enchanting wonderlands. The soft glow of candles in windows and the flickering warmth of fireplaces create a cozy ambiance that beckons everyone to slow down and savor the magic of the season. It's the beginning of Christmas, a time when hearts open, and the world seems to shimmer with hope and goodwill.

The calendar flips, and each day brings new delights. Friends and family come together, sharing stories and creating memories that will be cherished for years to come. The aroma of holiday feasts fills homes, and the flicker of candlelight dances on festive dinner tables. Being away from my family and friends for a long time, this leaves me with sadness. I find myself caught up in the whirlwind of holiday traditions — from hanging stockings by the fireplace to decorating the tree with cherished ornaments. The joy of giving is palpable as I carefully wrap gifts, each one a symbol of love and thoughtfulness.

The streets become adorned with a kaleidoscope of colors, and the air is filled with the melody of carolers spreading cheer. There's a sense of unity as communities embrace the spirit of giving, whether through charity events or simple acts of kindness.

As the days draw closer to Christmas, anticipation builds. The warmth of a crackling fire contrasts with the chill outside, and the twinkle of lights creates a serene backdrop for quiet moments of reflection. It's a season of gratitude and connection, where the simple pleasures of togetherness become the greatest gifts of all. The activity around me and what Christmas actually stands for, makes me hunger for warmth and love from family and this is where i decide to go home.

After a long flight and an exhausting couple of hours, our flight touches down, and its finally time to exit the aircraft. It takes quite a while, but I'm patient, knowing that the reunion with my family is just moments away. Finally, we're able to make our way to the arrival section. I grab my luggage, eager to see my loved ones. As I step out of the baggage claim area, I come face to face with familiar faces, my heart leaps with joy. A smile naturally plays across my face as I witness their happy expressions. I hadn't expected my parents to pick me up at the airport, considering their age, but there was my sister, standing there with open arms, and I could tell she couldn't deny them this moment.

"I couldn't say no to them, not after this long without seeing you," she says as she envelops me in a tight, warm hug. Her words bring tears to my eyes, and I feel the depth of her love and care.

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