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I reluctantly pull out of her, and offer her a hand to get out of bed.
I don’t know what the repercussions of tonight will be, and at the moment, I don’t really care.
All I know is that I have just enjoyed the best sex of my life with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever invited into my bed.The world feels pretty great, and I don’t want to think about anything else but the little bubble of happiness that I’m floating in.
Chapter Six
Tasha
The tension between Brody and I is palpable as we’ve been working alongside each other all day on site.
Every time I glance at him, a warmth spreads through me, a fire igniting deep within me, bringing back memories of our night together.
I think of the way he just naturally pulled me into his arms, our laughter blending into something deeper as we shared that kiss under the soft glow of the bar sign. I can still feel the rush of excitement, the way he made me feel…like I was the only girl in the entire world.
He had dropped me off at home to change in the early hours of the morning. We both drove in to work separately to avoid drawing any suspicion from the rest of the staff, but it’s hard not to think about the spark that’s been ignited between us.
Now, back in the office, it feels like we’re playing a game of hide-and-seek, trying to keep our secret alive between the two of us while surrounded by coworkers who remain blissfully unaware of our connection.
I steal glances at him when I think he’s not looking, but most of the time, he’s already looking at me when I do so. His warm, amber eyes hold a hint of mischief, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking the same things I am.
I ache for the intimacy we shared, to feel the heat of his body against mine. It’s a challenge to focus on the tasks at hand when all I want is to close the distance between us, to feel his warmth envelop me again, if only for a moment in private.
Brody, a document gripped in his strong hand, strides over to my desk, and my heart skips a beat at the sight. He leans closer to me, our arms brushing together as he points out a detail on the page. The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his skin sends a shiver through me, and for a moment, I’m lost in him.
I lean in just a little, feeling my shoulder leaning against him, savoring the closeness, the way our bodies seem to align perfectly, as if they were meant to be together.
But then, reality crashes back in, and I catch myself, suddenly aware of how inappropriate this feels in the bright light of the office.
I pull away from him slightly, creating some space that feels both necessary and painful. I glance up at him, and I can see it in his eyes: an unspoken understanding, a hint of longing that mirrors my own.
He’s just as affected as I am, if not more, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with anxiety.
It’s clear we’re both trying to maintain a professional facade in front of the others milling about, both trying to play it cool. Still, my mind is racing, filled with thoughts of how much I crave his touch.
I want to feel the way his fingers grazed my skin, I want the feeling of him pushing himself inside of me. I fight the urge to reach out and close the gap between us, knowing we have to keep our secret safe, at least for now.
Before I can second-guess myself, Brody suddenly takes my hand, his grip warm and steady, and guides me away from my desk.
“C’mon,” he says.
My heart races with the thrilling, nervous energy that is bubbling inside me as he leads me toward his office. The way he glances around, ensuring no one is watching, sends a rush of excitement through me.
I can’t help but giggle softly. I feel like we are a couple of teenagers sneaking away from the prying eyes of the world.
We move quickly but quietly, dodging coworkers and navigating the bustling office space, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. The anticipation of what’s about to happen makes every step feel electric.
His fingers intertwine with mine, and it feels so right, so utterly natural. I try not to glance at him, worried someone will see the lust written all over me for this gorgeous man. His expression is a mix of playful mischief and desire, and it makes my stomach flutter.
We reach the office door, and he hesitates for just a moment, before pushing it open and pulling me inside, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. The room is lit only by the light streaming from the windows, a stark contrast to the brightness of the fluorescents.
It feels like our own little world now, cut off from the rest of the company.
He turns, clicking on a radio, classic 70’s rock filling the space. Before I can even take in my surroundings, he closes the distance between us, his lips crashing onto mine.
The kiss is urgent and passionate, igniting all those hidden feelings I’ve been trying to keep in check. I melt against him, forgetting everything else. I’m lost in the thrill of this moment, in this secret we’re sharing.
His kisses, supple and smooth, melt me, and soon, my hands are peeling his shirt up, running along the rigid lines of his abs. His touch, his smell, everything about him arouses me.
