Kisses At Work

The early morning light seeped into the room through the edges of the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the bed. I stirred, the remnants of sleep lingering as I slowly awakened. The events of the previous night played back in my mind, a whirlwind of intense emotions and desire. As I opened my eyes, I found Mr. Nelson already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, and gazing at me with a look that made my heart race.

I blinked sleepily, my cheeks flushing as I realized the intimate nature of the previous night. My heart pounded, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me. Mr. Nelson’s gaze was intense, filled with a blend of affection and a hint of something else, a desire that had yet to be fully articulated.

“Good morning,” I mumbled, my voice hushed and somewhat hesitant. I shifted under the covers, trying to gather my composure. “Are you ready for work?”

Mr. Nelson’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good morning,