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| "Something wrong Mis? You haven't answered my question." "No I haven't." "Why's that?" "Because I have this overwhelming urge to kiss you and I know I shouldn't." "Then let me make it a little easier for you,"he drew her lips to his; softly inviting the presence of her tantalizing flavor within his. He once again consumed her . He lifted her onto the counter not once losing contact. His hands slowly drifted under the cotton of her shirt. His hands roamed freely upon the bareness underneath as she gripped the broadness of his shoulders. He unlatched the satin enclosure from the back with no resistance and continued downward. She tugged at the imprisoned material. Hungrily, his hands slid under the loose jeans material lifting her off the counter. She held tightly onto him as she lost herself. The good girl inside her was pushing her to stop. You just left your husband she reasoned. The bad girl wanted every part of this man as he continued his trek into the very room she was staying in . He eased her back onto the bed and drew her in with those delicious lips. He pulled her over onto him as they consumed one another. She briefly drew away from him and pulled the t-shirt over her head. Are you out of your mind her good girl conscience reminded. She's a big girl. Leave her alone her bad girl conscience shot back. This is gonna be easier than I thought as he pulled her back toward himself. "Un-uh,"she pulled away her hands sliding up under the material of his shirt before making contact with the wonderful invitation of his mouth. God it felt wonderful to be this close to anyone again. But this is wrong. This is so wrong. She drew away from him. "Mis?" "I..oh my...I'm so sorry Nick... I can't do this,"she rambled on. He softly took her hands."Mis. It's okay. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." "But I... I... this is so wrong." He layed a finger over her lips."Melissa. Don't worry about it. It's our little secret." "Our little secret? Get out!"She scurried to grab her shirt. "What'd I say?" "Would you stop looking at me that way?" "Like what?" "Would you just go? Please?"she begged. "Not a problem,"he pulled himself together. He paused at the door."Mis?" "What?"she spat. "You're really cute when you get all flustered like this." She groaned as she grabbed a pillow and tossed it at the now empty doorway. God why does he get to me this way? Give me strength Lord because I don't think I can resist him much longer. |
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