"Good night," I tell Felicity once we reach the door to her hotel room.No smile. No further niceties.No stalling. Just the usual parting words we give each other when our day at work is done, and we have to go our separate ways."Good night," she replies.I walk towards the next door. My hand slips into my pocket to retrieve my key card."And thank you," Felicity adds. "For accompanying me around the city today. I had fun."My lips almost curve into a grin. This from the woman who was insisting on going alone earlier. I want to tell her that I also had fun, but I'm afraid if I say another word, it will lead to all the other things I've been trying not to say. Or worse, if I spend another minute with her, I might end up kissing her, because that's what I want to do right now. I want to pin her against that door and kiss her thoroughly, then go inside her room and do other things to her with my mouth, my hands, my entire body.I'm doing my best to hold back right now, but I don't trus
Has she been thinking of me just as much as I've been thinking of her?I sip my Scotch. "Can't sleep, huh?""Yes," Felicity answers. "Must be the jet lag.""Must be.""I thought I'd be tired enough to be able to sleep, but I guess I'm not. I thought the wine would help, too, but maybe I need something stronger."I glance at the liquid in my glass and then at her. "Want some Scotch?"Her eyebrows arch. Then she waves her hand in front of her. "No, thanks. I...""I've got plenty," I tell her.She shakes her head. "I... I don't drink Scotch."And yet, she's looking at my glass.I lift it to my lips. "You just said you needed something stronger. This might do the trick."Still, Felicity hesitates. Her eyebrows furrow as she taps her fingers on her arm.One more push."You know, if you don't get your beauty sleep it will be a problem for me, too. I need you to be at your best tomorrow."That does it. She lets out a sigh and gives in."Fine. I'll give it a try."I nod. "Come on over and I'l
I should have said no. It isn't right for Shawn to kiss me. But that wasn't his question. The question was if I wanted him to kiss me, which I did.I've been wondering how it would feel to have his lips on mine since the night we met. For the past two years, I've been dreaming of it, imagining it. Yes, even masturbating to it.And yet this is unlike anything I've ever imagined.Shawn's lips are soft yet firm, like my favorite pillow. The moment they touch mine, my eyelids fall. They press against me gently, reverently, and my heart flutters. Excitement bubbles up in my veins. His lips keep going, over and over as he runs his fingers through my hair until I feel the rest of my defenses crumble. My mouth relaxes.I kiss Shawn back tentatively. I don't know what I'm doing, after all. But Shawn clearly does. He traps my lower lip between both of his. Then I feel something warm and wet graze against my upper lip. I part my lips and push my tongue out just a little. It rubs against his and
Shawn's lips press against me. I hold my breath. Then I feel the tip of his tongue on my heated skin. I gasp.He's... licking me?Now I'm even more embarrassed. And not just that. I feel exposed.Vulnerable."Not there," I tell Shawn as I push him away halfheartedly.He meets my gaze. "Why not?""It.. doesn't feel right," I answer.I know I took a shower just minutes ago and I don't have any diseases, but it still feels... dirty. It feels like something I shouldn't be asking any man to do, much less this man.Shawn's eyebrows furrow. "You mean it doesn't feel good?"Did it? I was too nervous to notice."It's not that. It just feels.. " I pause as I struggle to find the right word, or at least a better word than what I'm thinking."Dirty?" Shawn plucks it out of my mind.I look at him in surprise. How did he know?He grins in amusement and I feel even more confused. Is he making fun of me?Then he takes my hand. After he kisses my palm reverently, he looks into my eyes, his gaze tender
"Should I stop?" he asks next.With what? I wonder only to realize his meaning as he pulls on the sash of his robe. The white garment comes undone and falls to the floor. And my head rises off the bed. My jaw drops as I take in the sight in front of me.Shawn is completely naked. For the first time, I lay my eyes on his bare chest, the muscles not bulging or laced with veins like those of a bodybuilder but tightly packed and smoothly sculpted like a bust of ivory. His abdomen, too, looks firm, though I can't fully describe it because I'm distracted by the shaft of flesh pointing upwards from between his legs.I've never been good at measuring things by eye, but I can tell that it's well more than six inches long. And thick. I don't think I can wrap my fingers around it, though I suddenly have an urge to try. It certainly seems to be inviting me in all its glory, its swollen mushroom head glistening.I swallow thickly."Felicity?"I look up at Shawn. As if his erect cock wasn't proof e
When I open my eyes again, Shawn is still beside me. At first, I think I'm dreaming, but then I touch his hair and realize he's real. The corners of my lips turn up into the edges of a smile — only to droop when I realize what I've done.What Shawn and I have done.A quick glance at the naked bodies beneath the covers confirms it. Shawn and I had sex.As the cobwebs of sleep fade, every detail comes back to me and I clasp my hand over my mouth in horror.I just had sex with my boss.The one man I told myself I wouldn't have sex with.How could I let it happen? Was there something in that Scotch?Something in this fresh Swiss air?Was it jet lag?I shake my head. No. It was all me. I lost control. I gave in to desire. I made the mistake. No excuses.No time for regret, either.What's done is done. All I can do now is clean up the mess.I get off the bed, carefully so that I don't wake Shawn up. As I stand up, I feel something leak between my legs. I look down and see the sticky substan
I wonder if she's alright.That train of thought gets interrupted as my gaze falls on the clock on the nightstand. I assumed it was still early, but now I realize I have just a little over an hour left before the meeting.Shit. No wonder Asher's all ready to go. I'm not. If he was going to wake me up, couldn't he have done it sooner?I go back to the bathroom and step into the shower. I start in a hurry but decide to slow down and take a deep breath. The building where the meeting is taking place is just ten minutes away and I've already made all the preparations. I have time. All I have to do is put on my suit, grab my laptop and maybe a cup of coffee and head over there.Oh, and get Felicity. I shouldn't forget about her.I haven't. Even as the water washes away the traces of last night, I remember every second, every inch of Felicity's perfect body, every exquisite sound she made, from that very first high-pitched sound to that final strangled cry. It was even better than I imagine
"I think we did good," Ryker tells me after the meeting.It's evening now and we're in the lobby, finally free of that conference room. We're just waiting for the car so we can go back to the hotel and get some much needed rest. Much deserved, too. The meeting took longer than I thought it would, but Ryker's right. It did go well."It's all thanks to you," I tell him. "You were on top of everything.""Just doing my job," he says humbly. "Which I couldn't have done without your support. And Asher's. It's a team effort."Well said, but I'm still ashamed of my lapse earlier."Is there something else bothering you?" Ryker asks.Of course he noticed."Now that the meeting is over, we can talk about it.""I'm fine," I assure him as I try to push the thought of Felicity from my mind.I should at least be able to stop thinking of her when she isn't around."I just... remembered something for a moment there, something from the office, which of course I shouldn't have. I'm sorry.""It's okay. N