Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)

The figure—scratch that—my husband’s marketing director seems to be more in shock than I am, seeing how stunned he is and how his briefcase is on the floor. I lick my lips, still tasting the minty taste of my bodyguard. “Mrs Moore…” He clears his throat as he speaks, quickly picking up his briefcase. This is a huge mess. I straighten my hair and dress when I see some workers walking past the elevator. None of them look in my direction; they all mind their business. And as I take a step to leave the elevator, I realize I’m not holding my bag. I must have dropped it when he was kissing the fuck out of me. I lower my eyes, searching the elevator floor, but he is already holding my bag out to me. My bodyguard. I take it, carefully avoiding his hand, trying not to look at his face. As if that would make anything better. “Mr McKinney.” I walk out of the elevator confidently. I cannot and will not make myself look scared in front of my husband’s employee. I finally look at my

I wake up, alone, staring at the wall clock in my room. He gave me one of the best sex sessions of my life, and he left without letting me know. I sigh, groan, hands on my face, wondering if I’ve made the worst mistake of my life. I thought of dashing out of my room to hug him, tell him never ever to leave my sight. And I do—at least one of those things. But he isn’t there, at my door. I’m being delusional, knowing he’s only ever at my door when I inform him of leaving the mansion.Am I in love? I shake the thought off immediately. I need to pee and wash up. Down there aches sweetly, and I can’t walk properly. Yeah, undoubtedly the best sex of my life.Minutes pass in silence. Just the sound of the clock ticking, then my phone ringing. My phone! I jump out of bed and rush to it.But the smile on my face disappears faster than I had ran to pick up the call when I see it’s my husband calling. I expected a call from the man who’s probably scared of what our encounter will mean. Delusiona

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I tell him as he wraps his hand gently around my neck and pulls me close to his lips, only to tease me with a kiss, denying me one. He ends up kissing my jaw instead, which is still a win. “So–” my breast fills his large hand and he sucks it, the same hand playing with the nipple of my other breast, tugging at it hard. My pussy twitches and I moan, kissing his ear. “How old are you?” He asks. “Fuck me, Damian,” I beg, rubbing my ass continuously against his now-hard cock, almost kissing his lips. He stills my movement, denying me the second time. “What’s your name?” He tucks my hair behind my ear, staring deep into my eyes. I feel it in my soul. I recognize the look in his eyes because I looked at him the same way during our last sex. “Tell me your name.” “Kayla.” He thinks. Probably wondering if I told him the wrong name. “And I’m twenty-six.” That shocks him. “Twenty-six?” I nod. “You’re such a baby. A very pretty one.” His

I gasp, biting back a yelp, heart pounding as I lie on the snow.“You okay?”I try to laugh, though it’s shaky. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just, uh, sprained my hand a little. I’ve had worse.”He shakes his head, a mix of exasperation and amusement, helping me steady on my skates. “I’m so sorry. Lucien is going to kill me,” he says restlessly.My boss is a jealous lover. Seeing how he is worried about him knowing about this. Poor Frank.We head back inside, and Frank guides me to the lobby, making sure I’m okay before leaving to grab the first-aid kit when he notices a cut on my wrist. I hadn’t even realized I was bleeding.I hear footsteps approaching and I turn, surprised to see Mr. Hale instead. He’s looking at me. Angry… concerned?“I was skating and—” I start, trying to explain.“Yeah, with Frank. I saw,” he interrupts, tone tight.Jealousy. Pure jealousy.The thought of Frank being a bisexual hits me. That would be the only explanation for his jealousy, why he feels threatened. But who in

The storm howls against the windows, but inside his room the air feels thick and warm. I suck in a sharp breath, my stomach tightening, and thighs clenching in response while he holds my gaze, searching for permission in the quiet between them.Instinctively, I take off my jacket and sweaters, leaving just a red singlet. I swing a leg over him, my knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips, settling on his thighs. His breath hitches immediately, our breaths brushing over each other’s skin, warm and shaky. He teases me for a microsecond when my lips hover over his, and then his lips crash on mine. A deep groan swirls through my mouth, and explosions riot from our connected mouths— the flavor of mint, the scent of his skin, and the lingering sweetness of whatever he’d last tasted, just like it did when he kissed me some minutes ago. He taste delicious, and I never want him out of my mouth.As if hearing my thoughts, his palm reaches up to wrap around the back of my head, his