Fit To Be Tied
Friday is writing day and I decided to post a very small snippet of my work-in-progress, titled Fit To Be Tied.
“Don’t do that,” Max said.
Sadie looked up. “Do what?”
“Stare at my crotch.”
She gave him a slight smile. “Why? As crotches go, it’s a nice one. From what I can see anyway.”
That did it. She’d given off enough come-and-get-me signals for him and Max’s tolerance had reached critical mass.
“I’ve had enough,” he said, putting his pencil away and organizing his work. He still had two insect specimens to catalog, and although it bothered him to leave that unfinished, his need for Sadie was more immediate. He could come back to the museum tomorrow.
Besides, the bugs were dead.
Sadie gathered her purse and keys.
“I’ll say,” she said. “Nobody should have to work this late on a Friday night."
“That’s not what I meant.”
He stood up slowly and moved close, into her personal space. She didn’t back away, but looked up, uncertainty plainly showing on her face.
“What did you mean?"
He cupped her head and tilted it up. Their gazes locked. “I’m tired of the flirting games," he said, lowering his head. “If you have any objections to my kissing you, you’d better voice them now.”
posted by Kate Willoughby at 3/03/2006
2 Comments:
I'm intrigued! More, please :)
Oh, cool!! Someone actually read this other than me, when I posted it! LOL Here's a bit more from that scene:
“If you have any objections to my kissing you, you’d better voice them.”
Sadie’s arms crept up around his neck and she murmured, “No objections.”
“Good.”
Sadie’s breath came out in a sigh as their mouths met. He started with soft, brushing kisses, a hesitant counterpoint to the pressure he applied with his hips. He was hard as stone and he sandwiched his cock between them. In response, one of her legs came up to wrap around his butt. He felt her heat right through his pants.
Pulling his mouth away, he tugged her elastic top down. “God, Max, yes,” she gasped, holding onto his shoulders. The sound of his name on her lips sent a wave of lust through him.
Her breasts popped free and he wasted no time in capturing one in his mouth. So soft and sweet the nipple was between his lips. As he sucked it, splaying his hand across her back to hold her still, she arched up. He switched to the other breast which seemed to swell in his hand and teased the tip with his tongue.
The clatter of his pencil cup overturning brought him to his senses. He was at work, for shit's sake. Yes, it was after hours, but Al, the security guard, could wander in at any minute. Surely he had enough self-control to hold back until they got back to his house.
Reluctantly, he eased away from her. “We can’t do this here,” he said.
Sadie lifted her gaze to his and smiled. Her eyes were luminous, even in the unflattering fluorescent light. Without breaking eye contact, she started unbuckling his belt.
"Ah...Sadie, didn't you hear me? We could get caught in flagrante delicto,” he said. “Again.”
Seemingly unperturbed, she shrugged, slipped her hand between them and rubbed his erection. Max gritted his teeth at how incredibly good that felt.
“I think it’s kind of exciting, don’t you?”
“No.” He took a very difficult step back.
She sauntered over to his recently vacated chair and sat down. One corner of her mouth tilted as she said, “Max, we’re destined to do this.”
“We are?”
“Of course we are.” She rolled the chair over to him and then worked the hydraulic lever until her face was right in front of his groin. “That’s why we hooked up again. It’s fate, and fate is City Hall on a cosmic scale. It just doesn't pay to fight it.”
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