Before he came toward her he began to remove his suit jacket, placing the ruler on the table beside her. He took off the jacket and removed the cufflinks of his shirt all the while maintaining eye contact with her, his eyes brooding with intent, the intensity in his eyes overwhelming her senses as he began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt revealing to her forearms that were muscular and tanned.Picking up the ruler, he came closer to her and stood in front of her. “Now, to your disobedience.”He looked her up and down, from her startlingly dark eyes that held the mysteries inside of her, to her mouth now wonderfully gagged, down to her nakedness.Without warning, he flicked the ruler between her legs, not hard, just a flick, but it caught her precisely on her clitoris, giving it a sudden stimulating touch that sent a shocking vibration of pleasure from between her legs to deep inside of her. He did it again and then again, little swift flicks that shockingly had her hands gripping
She had never done what he suggested she do, had never been asked. She bent to take her shoes off. “Heels on.” He told her. She climbed on to the bed; nerves getting to her again, his natural confidence making her feel more shy now. She put one knee on the far side over his body, missing touching his cock, finding herself above his chest, while she placed the other knee down on the bed. She didn’t know quite what to do. He looked up at her.“I said sit on my face and that is what I expect you to do. I need to taste you, feel your beautiful lips on mine. “She inched up slowly toward his face. He realised her reticence must be down to inexperience. He put a hand out and reached between her legs, gently stroking her clitoris as he looked into her eyes. “Let me taste you.”As he stroked her she felt herself letting go, meeting his eyes with equal hunger as he quickly brought her to the edge to orgasm with his fingers. “Good girl.”She moved upward until she reached his mouth, hover
The next morning Genevieve experienced the greatest shock of her life , excited at the thought of seeing him only to realize she was all alone , his clothes were gone and every traces of him gone . she realised for the first time in so long how fuck up she had become. She wondered what she was expecting as she looked on in silence .On the way through the corridor she met the man from last night" Please is the man I came with still here ." " No he left and your checkout time have been extended."" fuck what , what's that ."" this place was rented last night and .....". " I get you ." Genevieve interrupted quickly with embarrassment all over her faceShe walked so fast to the room as fast as her legs could carry her , so all they had were lies , for once that she was in love and it turned out to be lies , is this what her book lacked " lies lies lies ." She exclaimed in tears as she wore her clothes and picked her bag . This was definitely not how she expected their end . He didn'
Three years later things were different for Genevieve , it was her fifth book signing and Ash was also having a flower showcase with a lot of people coming in and out . Genevieve smiled as she signed the books. She decided to take a break to say hi to some friends and engage in interactions, she was walking towards Ash to see how her flower sales were doing and behind Ash stood the devil she had cursed everyday. Genevieve stood there for a minute, or two, or three. A bubble encased her, shutting out the world and time. Christ. She'd lost her mind. The slow song in the room faded, as a frenetic beat superseded it. Dazed, she wandered back to the table. Her body thrummed. Her thoughts whirled. She clambered onto her stool and clutched her empty champagne glass. Too much alcohol, that was it. The bubbly carbonated her brain and rendered her a mute, overheated puddle of desperation. Her. The control freak. This was why she rarely drank and never overindulged. If a girl couldn't cut lo
Clint stared at the phone in his hand, not sure what to think. Myriad emotions rolled through him: disgust, guilt, excitement. The guilt was premature. The disgust was warranted. The excitement was the problem. As repulsed as he was by his actions three years ago.gift, his cock had twitched in his pants the moment he saw Genevieve . He did not believe he would see her again only to meet her at Ash's flower shop , he walked up to his shelf to find the folder that contained informations about her , back then he went through it briefly without taking his time and surprisingly he realized things he didn't pay attention to . She wasn't married and she was a writer. " shit ." He exclaimed as he banged his hand on the table inside his roomHe really need to do something before she reveals his secrets to the world because she was present during his meetings and aware of his life outside being a doctor, he waited desperately for her reply for the text he had earlier sent her .he sighed wh
" you now stalk me."Clint gave her a long-suffering look. "I didn't mean it that way."Her shoulders sagged, but she buttressed them with a long breath. "Iknow you think I am going to expose your secrets but to be honest, I care less."For a moment, he studied the tabletop, head bowed. Just when she thought she'd admire his hair, he raised his head. "I thought you needed explanations?"She folded her arms over her belly, not quite ready to delve into thatsubject. "We need to talk about our last night together ."Why had she mentioned it? She'd intended to steer way clear of thetopic, but here she was veering straight into oncoming traffic. Okay, sowhat had she meant to discuss with him? Not a goddamn clue."I'm thirsty," she blurted out. She took a menu from the napkin standand pretended to be obsessed with it. "Starving too. Let's order first, okay?"His irritated sigh raked across her nerves. "Whatever you want."There was the problem. She had no idea what she wan
The elevator doors spread wide before them. Butterflies flittered in herstomach.Clint hustled out into the hallway, his hand clamped around hers, hisexpression one of pained resolve. The rock-hard erection stretching hispants taut might've had something to do with his expression—and hisruthless pace. They'd made out in his car all the way to their destination,shamelessly oblivious of hisd driver. Her lips still tingled from hisdemanding, almost frenzied kisses. She'd responded in kind, as frantic as hewas to get naked and get it on.He halted them at the door to his apartment. His voice rough, he asked,"Are you good??"" yes ." Her desperate voice betrayed her "Uh-huh." He stared at her for a couple of seconds, as if seeing her forthe first time. Then he shook off his confusion—literally, with a flap of hishead. He unlocked the door, ushering her inside with a hand on her back.Her mind traveled back to the moment before entering the car when he scooped her
Genevieve rubbed her bare arms, buck naked yet not embarrassed at all. How did Clint do this to her? Make her aroused and aware, of her body and his, without an ounce of guilt. A draft tickled her flesh, sensitized by hot sex and Clint's sizzling gaze on her, the eye contact somehow more thrilling thanhis touch. He gazed at her with more than lust, with…adoration.He skimmed his hands down her body, over her shoulders and aroundher back, down her spine and back around to her sides. His fingers curvedaround her hips.The memory of Clint ripping off her panties and thrusting into heragain and again roared through her mind in a full-sensory experience. Noman had ever ravished her before. When he'd carried her into the bedroom, plopping her down beside the bed, her heartbeat had revved up at the hope he might keep on ravishing her. Though satiated by her explosive orgasm,she craved more of him. Would she ever stop craving Clint Covington ?He stood before her, his jeans undon