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Simone is taking the brunt of the wedding planning, and I feel bad. She kneads her neck with her hands as she describes her afternoon outing.
I go stand behind the chair and massage her shoulders. I already know she responds well to my touch.
“Mmm, that’s exactly what I need, Lucas. A good massage.” Her head falls forward, allowing me to move a little farther down her neck and shoulders. “Mmm,” she moans…again.
This is turning me on, and I try to shift a little to ease my excitement, until she leans her head back and whimpers. Now I’m as hard as the marble countertop. I remove my hands and step back, hoping some of the blood will drain from my dick.
“Why don’t you turn to the side so I can have better access to massage your neck?” I suggest, buying me some time to will my hard-on away.
She follows through with the recommendation, and I go back to having a semi-mini. I apply pressure to the spine part of her neck and work across her shoulders, rubbing one side and then the next.
“Damn, I didn’t realize how tense I was. That feels really good.” She allows her head to fall forward, and I apply a little more pressure.
My full-on arousal returns as I listen to her approval of my fingers relaxing her muscles.
She accidentally brushes against my junk when she raises her head to an upright position. “Ooo, and here I thought you just wanted to give me a massage. Feels like you’re enjoying this too,” she says wittily.
Of course, I enjoy touching her, but it’s not my only reason for inviting her over. She stands and turns towards my direction, her gaze roaming over me, telling me it’s okay, calling to and pleading for me not to pull away. I move the chair and take her mouth with mine. It could be my imagination, but her kisses taste sweeter.
She moans through our action, and I know she wants this moment as much as I do. Her arms snake around my neck, and I place my hands on her hips, walking her towards my bedroom. When we cross the threshold, she begins to undress, and I stop her.
“Simone, I don’t wantthis to be only a sexual thing, two people sneaking around. I want to make a commitment to you.”
Those may not be the words she wants to hear, but I had to let her know how I feel. I always told myselfif given the opportunity, I wouldn’t let her go.
“How? How would we do this? Our parents are getting married in less than twenty-four hours. What, do we sneak around for as long as this works?”
“Is this something you’d want?”
She takes a seat on the chair in my room. “Lucas, I think—no, I know—I’ve always had a liking for you. My drive to be the best at work only to have it overshadowed by you getting the clients I wanted, made it change from like to…”
“Hate?” I interject.
She glares at me. “Disgust. I mean, you walk around the office, and still do, by the way, like you are royalty, the king of account managers. When we let our egos get the best of us instead of forming a super team, neither of us got the software account. But you did get the senior position, and I felt some kind of way.”
“I can call Armstrong right now and turn it down if you want.”
“No, silly. Don’t do that. I realize how bratty I was when I wasn’t selected, and I took it out on you. Hearing my family refer to me as a princess only reminded me how I truly act, and you were right.”
The erection has deflated as the conversation returns to clearing the air. “And now?” I say, taking a seat on the edge of my bed next to her. “What are you feeling?”
She takes a deep breath, grasping my hand into her palms, looking to me with those deep-brown, almond-shaped eyes. “Now I feel something deep for you, especially after this weekend, even though it was spent mainly in the bed.”
“On the couch,” I add.
“The floor,” she retorts.
“Storage room.”
We both giggle when we reminisce about our erotic time together.
I look at her smile, and it warms my insides. The way she bites her lip returns the blood to my formerly deflated dick.
“Anyway, I discovered an attraction to you, and I realize I masked my emotions instead of speaking on them. Partly it was the risk of being rejected, especially with the grapevine saying you were with someone, so I knew then all bets were off. The only other thing was to reverse my feelings.”
“You still didn’t answer the question?”
“What?”
