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❝Pioneering the art of constructing love, my Kanmani.❞
Xavier teased her skin, slowly caressing her cheeks and her lips trembled.
❝You don't dare!❞
And he kissed her.
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When he had compromised his dreams and...
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She craned her head, tip-toeing as she tugged his collar down. Within a flash of time, her lips brushed over his. She couldn't hold on for long, her toes aching with pressure.
Realizing her struggle, he dropped the glass down and it crashed next to her. With one scoop of his right arm, he pulled her closer and bent down to continue to kiss her. And it was as devastating as the last time.
She laid her hands over his bare chest; the skin was hot, like burning coal under her palm, and she stifled a moan. His left hand held her head, pressing her face closer to his, while his damned soft lips continued nibbling her lower lip. Her hands traveled to his shoulders, her fingers trailing through his hair, and she tugged his curls lightly, the way he tugged her lips.
Kissing him when she was drunk was good, but kissing him when she was sober was sensational. It only skyrocketed her desire. It was fucking ecstatic. It felt so good that she wanted nothing but his velvety soft lips forever on hers.
His right hand which had been holding her tight, slowly started to slide over her side. A torturous move from her waist to bottom. He squeezed her plump bottom and the moan that she had suppressed for so long escaped from her mouth.
He didn't miss it; he knew how to grab every fucking opportunity as his tongue entered her mouth and plunged her oh so sensually that her body wanted to burst into flames. He tasted of whiskey and sexy Xavier. Her taste buds were awakened with a special tasting menu that they had never expected in the first place.
The essence of pure musk on him was tantalizing, but there was no note of the woody essence that was imprinted in her mind. She missed it; that was the memento of her first real kiss.
She leaned on him holding his shoulder and he allowed it. Her breasts pressed against his muscular chest and he groaned in her mouth, "Fuck, sweetheart," as his left hand slipped and loosened her hair to fist them and yank it in appreciation.
He stepped further carrying her with him and pushing her back to the glass wall of the cabin. She cried out in pleasure that consumed her when his hand cupped her breast. Those bloody fingers of Xavier worked magic over her, even with two layers of clothing she felt his warmth soaking through her skin. He pinched her nipple and she arched her back. "Xavier!" It was a plea to not stop.
Her hands were in a frenzy; they wanted to do everything, touch every inch of him. Her fingers traced the taut muscles of his abdomen, they were hard like giant rocks. She advanced to his sides, taking advantage of his partially opened shirt.
As her fingers skimmed the bare skin of his side-almost near his back-he stilled. It felt different; the skin wasn't smooth like she had imagined. He grunted something in Malayalam-his mother tongue-and pushed her away.
Her eyes fluttered open in a daze to see his face. The murky brown orbs were staring down at her as he held her prodding hands, nearly in a vice grip.
They both were breathing heavily, she could hear his heart race as fast as hers. His eyes held a look of recognition as he grunted, "You were the one...that night."
Diving head down from her bliss, she had nearly lost herself to it. Suicidal- people would call it that. Swallowing hard, she tried to wrench her hands from his hold, trying to tug at them as hard as possible.
"Oh, sweetheart." Those fucking dirty eyes of his were hypnotizing.
And just like that she realized that all of this was nothing but a blunder.
He ceased her grip from her wrists and she jerked back, hitting with a thud on the glass wall. She winced as sharp pain hit her head. Slipping out of his seducing circle she walked away and took her phone from the desk.
She could feel his scorching gaze on her, on each of her movements. It was unsettling. She probably looked like a mess-her hair was undone from her usual bun, and she tied it immediately.
Fortunately, it was late enough for anyone to be around, especially with almost every employee gone to their hometown on holiday. She thanked her subconscious for not acting impulsively at any other time; otherwise, she would have been the talk of the office gossip.
Switching her phone on, she read the last message that pinged in. Ugly guilt twisted her stomach, and she closed her eyes, hissing to herself.
Rathna: When I come back, would you like to go out for a cup of tea or coffee or anything...with me?
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