Forbidden Love

“Don’t you have people to do this for you?” I picked up the screwdriver and Allen key by the box.

“They’ve done a lot already, but this is the stuff that I like to do. They don’t know what’s important to me and what’s not. Plus, someone I don’t know sorting out my belongings is a little impersonal, don’t you think?”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I picked her up with ease, twirled her around then popped her back down.

“I am so hungry!’’ Spotting the paper bags I placed on the kitchen counter, she ravaged through them. She took out each neatly packed container, spreading them out on the marble counter. “You know there’s only two of us, right?”

“I know, but I couldn’t help but think you might be hungry.”

“I am hungry,” she said, eyeing the kingfish sashimi. “I don’t know where the plates are.”

“That’s okay. Once upon a time, take out was a luxury, so eating out of containers isn’t a big deal for me,” I said.

She stopped what she was doing and regarded me. The look she gave me was one I knew to mean she was unsure. Truth was, these little snippets into my past just came out without thinking. She seemed to have that effect on me. The more we were around each other, the more my guard came down.

“I don’t even have wine glasses,” she said, and I was thankful she didn’t press for more.

I held up the vintage bottle of red to my lips, pretending to take a swig. A laugh escaped her bow-shaped lips, her hazel eyes lighting up with humor.

“I think we have exchanged enough bodily fluids not to worry about drinking out of a bottle.”

“You're right there, gorgeous.”

“Maybe we can share a bit more than wine later?” she asked, dragging her teeth across her lips as she handed me a container of food.

“Are you asking me or telling me, dollface?”

“Ah… telling.”

“Good girl.” Warmth shot up my legs in anticipation of tracing every inch of her body. I took the container from her hand and cornered her with my gaze. “First, we shall eat because you will need energy for what I want to do to you on every surface of this new home of yours.”

A hue of crimson spread toward her chest to her neck and matched the heat in my pants. Having her pop in and out of the office today but not being able to touch her and bend her over my desk was driving me crazy.

* * *

We threw away all the containers, and she seemed to be thankful for the easy cleanup.

“And you didn’t think we could get through it all. There’s only one dish remaining.” I popped an eyebrow and tossed her the tea towel.

“What can I say? You know what I like.”

“I think I do.” My voice came off husky.

She leaned so her back was against the kitchen counter and folded her arms across her body. “So, what do I want right this minute?”

“You want me to fuck you, hard.”

She blushed again, tilting her chin down. I wasn’t going to let her get away with that so easily. I pushed my body against hers, holding her chin between my thumb and forefinger as I stared into her gorgeous hazels.

“You want it rough, dollface?”

She nodded.

“Do you remember the first time I asked you to touch yourself in the Hamptons? I want you to do the same now. Show me what I do to you,” I commanded.

“What?” she mumbled out on a shallow breath.

“Your body is like a dirty sin meant for me, Lourde. I want to see you in all your glory.”

“But I want you to touch me.” She pouted.

“In time, dollface. Touch yourself… now.”