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Authors: Imani King
me to moan. Then he began the slow, methodical unbuttoning of each one of the buttons on my staid, professional shirt.
He took his time, and I shifted back against him as to urge him forward, and I heard his chuckle against my ear. “Eager, are we? Don’t worry, baby. You won’t be disappointed. We’ve got all night.”
Actually, we didn’t. I would have to go home at some point, if for no other reason than I had to be there to see Scarlet before she left for school. Those were questions I didn’t want to answer quite yet. Plus, it wouldn’t do to show up on my second day of work wearing the exact same clothes I had been wearing on the first day.
I could see our reflection in the glass of the doors and saw Shane was watching my reaction carefully even as his hands pulled the sides of the shirt apart. I let him pull it down and slip it off my shoulders. I said a silent prayer of thanks that I had unpacked my sexier lingerie earlier that week. Maybe there was a part of me that had known this was where I would end up, even if I hadn’t been consciously aware of it.
His eyes held mine in the glass even as I felt the loosening of the fabric as he unlatched the clasp of my bra. I felt myself begin to tremble as he slid the straps down my shoulders, and the thin bit of silk was gone. I was bare before his hungry eyes,
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said. His voice was so low that the vibration sent a thrill through my body. His eyes were bright with unspoken need. “Stand up.”
I didn’t hesitate to push to my feet. He took my hips and spun me around to face him, his face at eye level with my breasts. His hands skimmed up and down my curves, and his eyes followed them. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of my skin.
The few extra pounds I’d always carried around had gained a few friends since college, but I felt as if Shane was worshiping me, not looking for flaws. I settled my hands on his shoulders and felt the jump of his muscles under my fingertips. The man was nothing but a hard rock of muscles everywhere. In the office earlier that day, he had been wearing that tight gray t-shirt. And now I could explore every last inch of his body, just as I’d wanted this morning.
It had taken every bit of sheer willpower to tear my eyes away from him. I had somehow managed to pull it together enough to say a few words, but I didn’t remember what they were. I had managed to leave the room without throwing myself at Shane’s feet. Barely.
Now, as his lips closed the gap between us and his lips settled on my nipple, I felt myself pushing toward him again. Everything about this felt right. Perhaps that’s why I had been so adamant about closing him out before.
The one night we were together, it felt as if we belonged together. He could read every twitch and tremble of my body like the sheet music for his piano. His hands found every delicate spot and touched me in a way that was reverent, yet demanding. There was nothing that I wouldn’t do if he asked me to.
He shifted me again so that my butt hit the keys of the piano, and they made a sharp, rattling noise that barely broke through the haze of my consciousness. All I was aware of was Shane’s hands, and his mouth, and his tongue.
It swirled around my nipple, and then he gave it a slight tug with his teeth that should have been painful, but it was just on the edge of that threshold between pleasure and pain. I heard the sound of a zipper and didn’t realize it was mine until the skirt I was wearing fell to the floor to puddle around my heels. My black thong panties followed a moment later.
Shane stood then and loomed over me before sweeping me up into his arms. I thought he was going to take me to the bedroom, but instead, he set me on top of the piano. He nudged my thighs apart so that he stood between them. We were almost at eye level.
I saw a nakedness in his expression that took my breath away. It seemed hard to believe that a man
He took his time, and I shifted back against him as to urge him forward, and I heard his chuckle against my ear. “Eager, are we? Don’t worry, baby. You won’t be disappointed. We’ve got all night.”
Actually, we didn’t. I would have to go home at some point, if for no other reason than I had to be there to see Scarlet before she left for school. Those were questions I didn’t want to answer quite yet. Plus, it wouldn’t do to show up on my second day of work wearing the exact same clothes I had been wearing on the first day.
I could see our reflection in the glass of the doors and saw Shane was watching my reaction carefully even as his hands pulled the sides of the shirt apart. I let him pull it down and slip it off my shoulders. I said a silent prayer of thanks that I had unpacked my sexier lingerie earlier that week. Maybe there was a part of me that had known this was where I would end up, even if I hadn’t been consciously aware of it.
His eyes held mine in the glass even as I felt the loosening of the fabric as he unlatched the clasp of my bra. I felt myself begin to tremble as he slid the straps down my shoulders, and the thin bit of silk was gone. I was bare before his hungry eyes,
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said. His voice was so low that the vibration sent a thrill through my body. His eyes were bright with unspoken need. “Stand up.”
I didn’t hesitate to push to my feet. He took my hips and spun me around to face him, his face at eye level with my breasts. His hands skimmed up and down my curves, and his eyes followed them. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of my skin.
The few extra pounds I’d always carried around had gained a few friends since college, but I felt as if Shane was worshiping me, not looking for flaws. I settled my hands on his shoulders and felt the jump of his muscles under my fingertips. The man was nothing but a hard rock of muscles everywhere. In the office earlier that day, he had been wearing that tight gray t-shirt. And now I could explore every last inch of his body, just as I’d wanted this morning.
It had taken every bit of sheer willpower to tear my eyes away from him. I had somehow managed to pull it together enough to say a few words, but I didn’t remember what they were. I had managed to leave the room without throwing myself at Shane’s feet. Barely.
Now, as his lips closed the gap between us and his lips settled on my nipple, I felt myself pushing toward him again. Everything about this felt right. Perhaps that’s why I had been so adamant about closing him out before.
The one night we were together, it felt as if we belonged together. He could read every twitch and tremble of my body like the sheet music for his piano. His hands found every delicate spot and touched me in a way that was reverent, yet demanding. There was nothing that I wouldn’t do if he asked me to.
He shifted me again so that my butt hit the keys of the piano, and they made a sharp, rattling noise that barely broke through the haze of my consciousness. All I was aware of was Shane’s hands, and his mouth, and his tongue.
It swirled around my nipple, and then he gave it a slight tug with his teeth that should have been painful, but it was just on the edge of that threshold between pleasure and pain. I heard the sound of a zipper and didn’t realize it was mine until the skirt I was wearing fell to the floor to puddle around my heels. My black thong panties followed a moment later.
Shane stood then and loomed over me before sweeping me up into his arms. I thought he was going to take me to the bedroom, but instead, he set me on top of the piano. He nudged my thighs apart so that he stood between them. We were almost at eye level.
I saw a nakedness in his expression that took my breath away. It seemed hard to believe that a man