Sin I have her where I want her. Bent across my desk. I’ve imagined this scene a hundred, no a thousand times, since the day I saw her at the bar. She'd reached across the bar for her drink. One glimpse of the creamy column of her neck and I'd been a goner. Her dress had clung to her impossibly tiny waist, then swooped down to cup that gorgeous heart-shaped arse, and fuck me, but I'd known she was trouble. My fingers had tingled to touch her, caress her, palm the eggshell shape of her butt, and fondle her. I do just that. Cup that sensuous curve, the parabola of my desire, the shape that has haunted me, called to me, the one that has competed for attention with the circle of her breasts. I palm her butt and she trembles. A moan spills from her mouth. "Does that hurt, Bird?" She shakes her head. "You okay, if I drag up your skirt, Sweetheart?" The fuck? Was that another endearment? They come so easily, like rain falling from the leaden London skies. Something inside of me burst open, at some point in the last twenty-four hours. Something shifted, and I cannot, for fuck’s sake, put my finger on it. A corner was turned, a line crossed. I slipped into the gap between the platform and the tube train, crushed by thousands of metric tons of steel. Ha! There is no going back, after this. What does that mean? I am going to find out. "Summer?" "Hmm." "Can I check out your butt?" She giggles. "Umm, a bit late to be asking that question, huh?" "Never say never." "Sean Connery, James Bond. Hated that film, actually," she murmurs. I knew that. I am beginning to echo her love for movie trivia. It is addictive. She is addictive. The water vapor to my clouds; the sunshine to my rainy weather. We are opposite, and yet we fit. Fuck. Get your mind off the poetic license wagon. "And it’s Never Say Never Again." She turns her head, so her cheek is flat on the table, then peers up at me. "I must be doing something wrong." She frowns. "What do you mean?" "You’re still talking, still thinking." I curl my lips. "I am going to take that as a personal challenge." "What?" "I am going to distract you, Bird. Gonna take care of your poor hurt arse, then shred your asshole, and make you come so hard there will be no other thought in your head, no other word, no other name, exc ept mine." Her pupils dilate; her cheeks redden.
She opens her mouth to speak and I draw up her skirt. "Sinclair—" "Sin." She chews on that damn lower lip of hers and the crease de epens, that beautiful dip which makes me want to rest my cock on it, as I thrust my heavy length inside of her mouth. "Say my name." She shakes her head. Hmm. I reach down, tear off her panties, and she squeaks. Her gaze widens. I bring the piece of silk to my face, bury my nose in it. A whine wheezes out of her. "You enjoy that, hmm?" She rubs her cheek against the wooden surface. "I shouldn’t." "But you do." I drop the scrap of fabric into the pocket of my pants, then bend and kiss the reddened surface of her behind. Her hips wriggle. I slide my thigh between her legs, spread them apart, and she stiffens. "Relax." I press tiny kisses up the curve of her spine, making sure to ke ep space between me and her reddened butt cheeks. I swipe the heavy fall of her hair to one side, then kiss her nape. "Why are you doing this?" She shivers. "What?" "Being so nice to me?" "You don’t like it?" She blinks, "I am not sure." "How about this." I nuzzle her cheek, then press another kiss to the corner of her lips. "You’ve been drinking?" "I tried, Bird." "Tried?" The skin at the corners of her eyes creases. I nod. "Tried to forget the memories we made last night. How you felt under me, your pussy clamping on my shaft, the slickness of your cunt as I moved inside of you, the trembling flesh of your breasts as I squeezed you, the firm indentation between your arse cheeks as I spanked you." She swallows, the sound loud enough to echo in that tiny, infinitesimal, hair’s breadth of space that s eparates us. "You sound like... like—" "A man who’s losing his mind?" I allow my lips to curl. "A man who’s falling for me." My shoulders go solid. "It’s too late for that."
Her lips turn down. "Ah." "I’m more than halfway in love with you." I peruse her beautiful features. "You are all that ke eps me from sliding into some dark place.” "Cold Mountain." Her features light up. "Directed by Anthony Minghella." I tilt my head. "You’ve been reading up?" She reaches for one of the books scattered on the table. "I’ve been trying to ke ep up." "So, what’s next? I snatch the book from her, put it aside. "We fuck like minks." I smirk. "I hate minks." She whispers. "That's from Basic Instinct." I snicker, "And you got that wrong." "You’re going about this all wrong." She reaches up and strokes my lower lip. My dick is instantly hard... Okay, harder. I’ve been throbbing since the moment she flounced into my office spewing fire. I knew then, I can’t let her go, not until I’ve satisfied a particular fantasy of mine. "You’re right." "Wow!" She draws in an exaggerated breath. "That’s twice in two seconds that you’ve ceded to me." "Don't get used to it. The truth is—" I stare into those ocean green eyes. I get distracted, and not just by her sexy-as-fuck mouth, or those wide eyelashes that stand to point when she cries, or that pert little nose, turned up at the end, which doesn’t begin to do justice to her. It is the entire damn package. It is her, all of her. She clears her throat, "Truth is?" "—I haven’t started." I straighten, reach for the food tray, pull it close. "What are you doing?" "Shh." I grab the tiny silver crucible and place it next to her face. "No." She quivers. "Are you saying No? Or are you, saying No?" "I’m not saying, No." She draws her hand back, and I reach for her wrist. "Then?" "I’m scared." "So am I." I lower her palm to the tent between my legs, turning her arm enough for her fingers to cup my hardness.
"See what you do to me? Whenever I am near you, all I see is you. Especially when I am not in the same space as you." Her forehead furrows. "What are you saying?" That I want you, I need you. "I need to be inside of you. I want to write my intentions onto every part of you, saturate your cells with my essence, pour myself into the fabric of your being until all you can do is think of me, hear my voice in your dreams, scent me first thing in the morning, melt into me when you fall asle ep." "Oh." "I am saying," I squeeze her palm, press her fingers against my cock. She has me by my fucking balls, literally and physically. "I am going to fuck you." "I thought you were going to make the pain better." "That too." "How?" I can’t stop the smirk that tugs at my mouth, "I admit my methods are a little unorthodox, Bird, but I believe they’ll prove to be effective." "Tell me." She tips her chin down. "With my ministrations I will distract you." I squeeze her hand, then release it. She ke eps her fingers wrapped around my dick. Good. I reach for the rest of the butter, scoop it up. "With my mind I will ensnare you." She licks her lips. "With my cock, I will—" I drag the butter down the valley between her arse cheeks. She shudders. "Sin." "That too." I curl my finger into her back hole.