He plundered her lips with his tongue, tasting wine and dessert in those lips which returned his desires with equal feverishness. His fingers slipped into her hair and massaged her scalp, his eyes clouded with intense desire when he broke the kiss for a second, placing his forehead on hers to catch a breath.It was fucking phenomenal, filling him with a desperate desire to devour more of her lips and body irrespective of how close he was to her, how her body was already entangled with his in a tight embrace, her breath mingling with his. Hot and laboured. He let his palms glide down her ass, kneading and squeezing that soft firm flesh, her breath gasping sharply in response. He returned his lips to hers, cradling her face in his big callused fingers, his chest heaving with the force of hunger gnawing at him. His hips ground into hers, pushing her further into the wall where her back rested. His tongue probed into her mouth, plunging hard and sucking every flavour of wine mingled with
It was she who was trapped in the middle of a fucking railway; she could be crushed any second. Having Andre go down on her had to be the craziest decision she had made, apart from starting an affair with him in the first place of course. Oh, since she was in the line of comparing the maddening decisions she had taken, then she had to include begging him to take her raw again that night. It had been too good, so fucking addictive having his flesh in her wet tightness without any barrier; she had accepted him with his name in her lips, her body embracing him in the most sensual dance of the mad and the crazy. It had nothing to do with risks of pregnancy or infection, since those grounds had been covered. It was because it had become different after that raw sex, more addictive, more tempting. It was as though she had crossed a line alone to a location where she wanted him all the day and lost all control over her desires. Perhaps it had been his tongue in her pussy, or the seeds
Her first reaction was embarrassment. Colour tainted her cheeks, her eyes blinking rapidly as her throat went dry. What in the world was she supposed to say to... That? "Ms. Lynn?" Surely he didn't expect an actual reply to that blatant statement he had uttered, there had to be limits to his obnoxiousness, right? Sitting there with her mouth parted softly at his blatancy wasn't going to answer her question. She cleared her throat and shifted in the seat, willing her voice not to stutter. "I was just preoccupied with...other things." She chose denial which came easily, although she knew he wasn't going to buy it. Irrespective of his insensitivity, Andre was nothing short of smart, a quality she found really sexy. He remained calm as he stared at her, giving no indication that he hadn't bought her bullshit. It was difficult maintaining eye contact with those blazing eyes which had gazed at her intensely, its pupils dilated as he reached his climax buried inside her. But she forced h
If Clara had thought Leon Laurent a handful when she was assigned to him, then she had nothing left to say when it came to Sandra Sean, who had somehow misread the description of her duty as housekeeper. Clearly, she had been introduced as a wardrobe assistant, but the good lady had chosen to rewrite the charts, burdening her with duties which were way far from her job description. Well, unless fetching bottles of wine and cigarettes and booking appointments for medical check ups had become part of the wardrobe. What puzzled Clara the most apart from the fact that no business meeting had been fixed since she came was why Ms. Sean would leave her home and begin full medicals as soon as she arrived Manhattan. It was as though she were on vacation and Clara had somehow been assigned the responsibility of her maid. The deja vu she felt each time she received one of Sandra Sean's messages ran so deep it reminded her of the days of working under Karen Seattle. And worse was that Andre ha
Clara hadn't cried herself to sleep like she thought she would, but had spent a good part of the night in the room she had converted to a study seated behind the desk, her laptop open before her, the screen displaying the document she had finally garnered the courage to type.Because if she needed any other cue to save herself after the humiliation she had been put through, then she might as well return to Dane and beg him to take her back.Since she was in the same path of foolishness anyway.It wasn't as though she was finally taking full control of her life; she didn't have a concrete plan at the moment, but what was pretty clear was the fact that she had to cut both professional and personal or rather, sexual ties with Andre because none of them was working out with him anymore.She had spent the night replaying possible scenarios. For instance, where she would live hereon because she would have to vacate the company house and return the car she had been given. It was funny how ev
The state of her body and heart had deteriorated to its lowest level by the time she staggered into the living room, the board tumbling and falling from her sweaty, slippery hands.Clara was exhausted and pale, a shadow of herself. Lying on the bare floors of her living room with her eyes focused on the ceiling, she discovered how blurry her vision had become, her eyes unable to appreciate the uniqueness of the state of the art interior decor which she had always admired. Her head pounded with the weight of the responsibility she would have to bear for her actions and her heart ached for the loss of something that had never existed.It was more painful than when her four year relationship with Dane had ended, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was without a home and career this time, but that this had been deeper for her. Perhaps it was the illusion she had created in her mind, but without knowing it, she had hoped that Andre would somehow come around. Even against ever
"Ms. Lynn, can you hear me?" "How many fingers am I holding up?" "Ms. Lynn" "Ms. Lynn can you feel..." It was like the lyrics of a faint departing music, sung with harmonies of solos and duets, each lyric fainter than the previous. Her body seemed to be floating on cool waters and her eyes were drowsy, lured into the seductive beckoning of the empty space which her eyes surrendered to, moving away from the fading voices. It was painless and quieter here, or perhaps she sought that voice which could never deliver faint music in the waters she lay on. There was nothing burdening her young heart; she sank deeper into the ocean, letting the waves carry her through, with the trust that the storm wouldn't push her to drown. "Ms. Lynn?" "Clara! Hey! I just saw your fingers move!" "Don't you fucking dare shut your eyes on me again!" A strange face in white, Sophie, Brenda... A small smile curved the side of her lips as she struggled to keep her eyes open, having stayed in that isl
The golden rays of the rising sun cast shades of surprise on Clara in the morning, beginning with Karen Seattle's arrival with the other assistants who had once been her colleagues.It was an awkward visit of course, for both the patient and the callers who had come with a bunch of flowers, crowding her room which had been converted to a hospital in three days. She sat up when she saw them, surprised and confused about what to say. Although they had fallen into an understanding along the line, it had been strictly professional and she had always had to put up a font of perfection before them. But today, she lay barely able to lift her arm, her body weakened as well as her heart.It was Karen who spoke as soon as Guinevere had received the flowers on her behalf. Sophie and Brenda left earlier that morning to catch up with the work they had missed."Word got round that you weren't feeling alright so, we came to see how you are doing." Clara didn't know how to feel at that moment; guil