Work had been long and slow, and she has been watching the clock since lunch just wishing the day would end. She feels a tingle on her leg as the phone in her pocket vibrates with the incoming message.
'I have those papers ready for you. Do you have time to stop by after work to grab them?'
She thinks about it a moment, and though she has time after work, the voice in her head is yelling at her that she shouldn't be spending time alone with him. Those penetrating blue green eyes, his easy smile, the way his soft voice makes her insides quiver. Nope, she tells herself, I am not going to go.
As she starts to type, another message flashes onto the screen.
'Since I am leaving next week, I hope you can find time to swing by. I would really love to see that beautiful smile before I go.'
She smiles in spite of herself and erases the message she had typed so that she can send a different one.
'I can stop by to grab things, but I can't stay long.'
... ... ...
As she walks to ring the bell on his door a faint electricity seems to be pulsing on her skin. She takes a deep breath, and the voice in her head yells for her to turn around and get back into the car. 'No good comes of going in that house alone.' The little voice says over and over. She squashes the droning as she rings the bell, and waits.
He comes to the door and she grins despite herself when the door opens to find him wearing soccer shorts and a jersey. She would have bet money on the way up that he would be dressed this way. Working from home, he can wear pretty much whatever he wants, and this is his choice more often than not.
"Hey there," he says cheerfully, holding the door for her. Her eyes sweep over him as she steps into the foyer. He closes the heavy wooden door behind her and starts down the hallway. "Papers are in my office," he calls over his shoulder. "Come on back."
Her voice is timid as she calls down the hall after him, "I can just wait here."
She watches him turn around the corner, and the little voice in her head is calling out. 'He hands you the papers and you leave.' but the image of his athletic frame in the clinging material drowns out the little voice. She closes her eyes and shakes her held slowly to stop the image in her head as he starts to pull off the jersey.
He appears at the end of the hallway a moment later with a manila envelope under his arm. He smiles warmly at her as he gets closer and chuckles softly as he speaks, "You ok? Your cheeks are all flushed."
"Just the run up from the car," She stammers lamely.
He arches an eyebrow as he sets the envelope on the table in the hall and steps to her. His hand shoots out quickly toward her and she flinches. He turns his hand at the last moment and lays the back of his hand on her forehead gently.
"Doesn't feel like a fever," he says grinning. "At least not one from a cold."
She blushes and punches him hard in the shoulder. "You ass." She says grinning as she reaches for the envelope on the table.
His hand shoots out again and catches her wrist as her arm extends. He twists it behind her back, stepping forward to back her against the wall, her arm held behind her by a strong hand as his body presses against her. His eyes are blazing with fire and she flinches inwardly at the intensity of his stare.
His thigh pushes between hers as he leans in, his breath warm on the curve of her neck. "Your text said you would be stopping by to grab things. I was wondering what you were hoping to grab," he whispers, his voice putting a lecherous tone on the word grab.
The voice in her head screams, 'GET AWAY!' She draws her leg back to swing her knee up into his balls, but the shift of her hips rubs her pussy across the front of his thigh, and her body shudders hungrily despite the pleading voice in her head.
His voice is a low growl in her ear as his arm releases her wrist to push firmly on the small of her back, grinding her pussy against his thigh, "Your body seems to like that."
He leans his upper body back as his free hand grabs her chin firmly, and forces her eyes to meet his. "You know me. You had to know this might happen if you came here alone."
His eyes bore into hers as he continues. "Tell me to stop now, and you leave without another thought." He says firmly as his hand behind her back slips down to squeeze her ass and tilt her hips to press his thigh hard against her pussy through the layers of denim.
"I should go," she whispers hoarsely.
"That," He says as his hand moves up from her ass to slide beneath the material of her shirt and massage a circle on the small of her back, "is not stop."
He leans forward, his lips covering hers hungrily, as his tongue invades her mouth. His hand on the small of her back again pulls her hips hard against him, and the jolt of the pressure on her clit radiates through her body to tingle in the tips of her nipples. As the nubs hardened against the lace of her bra, the screaming voice in her head is drowned out by the roar in her ears as the flames in her chest begin to swell.
She can feel the hard line of his cock against her hip and stomach as she starts to rock her hips to grind her pussy against his thigh. Her heart is racing and she can hear the pounding of it in her ears as his fingers slip from her chin to slide down over the curve of her shoulder to trace a circle around her nipple through the material of her shirt.
Her soft moan of pleasure is lost in his mouth as their tongues dance a lover's waltz. She is losing herself in the hunger and passion of the kiss, and then his lips just vanish. Her eyes snap open and she blinks in confusion as he steps back from her quickly and using the arm in the small of her back, spins her around to face the wall. Her body is still burning from his touch, and she does not fight him as strong hands raised her arms in front of her to place them high on the wall.
"Don't move those," His voice is firm in her ear as she feels hands on her hips, pulling her ass back to press against his hard cock. His hands slide from her hips under the back of her shirt and the back of his fingers drag lazily up her spine. She shivers at his touch and can feel the ache in her clit, yearning for the pressure that his thigh had provided.
His touch brushes over the strap of her bra, and she hears the scream of 'NO' in her head as he quickly unfastens it. The voice in her head continues screaming 'Get out, Stop this, what is wrong with you' as she feels her bra unclasp. His hands turn so that warm palms are against her back below her shoulder blades before his fingers start slipping around her sides, pushing the lace away from her skin as they go.
"I really think we should....mmmmmmmmmmmm" Her voice transforms to a throaty moan when his hands slip quickly around her to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. She arches her back reflexively to grind her ass back against the hard shaft of his cock.
"What was that?" he whispers harshly as he starts to roll her nipples back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.
Her response is an almost inaudible moan as he continues to roll her nipples back and forth. His foot slips between hers, and she is forced to shift her legs further apart to keep from falling. He releases her nipples with a final hard squeeze that weakens her trembling legs. His hands snake down over her flat stomach and with a quick pinch of his fingers her jeans are unbuttoned. Her legs quiver as she feels the vibration in her clit as he pulls her zipper quickly down.
The screaming in her head reaches a fever pitch and she gulps in a breath as she opens her mouth to speak. "We can't be doing this," she pleads as his fingertips traced over her stomach along the waistband of her jeans.
"You keep talking to me dear," he says smoothly, his voice raining over her like warm honey dripping from the side of a roll. "But," he exclaims the tone turning harsh as his hand shoots downward beneath the waistband of her soaking panties.
"This pussy," his says his voice cracking in her ears like a whip as he parts her lips and plunges two fingers deeply into her. "is singing a whole different tune."