She strolled in the sunshine towards the exit, where she saw an attractive man leaning against the fence who looked like Ivan. God, she was seeing him everywhere now. Samira knew that her hallucination was just due to how much she wanted to see him. But as she drew closer, the man stood upright and her heart washed with affection – it was him! She tried to remain cool as she inspected him from here: he was wearing a sharp suit, with no necktie and with the top button unfastened. He looked sexy and sophisticated. Powerful… a man who knew what he wanted and who always got it.
Samira realised that she looked the antithesis of him today in her long gypsy dress and sunglasses. What a cute couple they made… Excitement spiralled through her at the thought.
She halted in front of him and propped her sunglasses on her head to keep her long hair off her face. “Ivan, what are you doing here?”
His handsome face remained supercool. “I came to meet you. How it’s going? You okay?”
“Yes – it’s lovely to see you.”
Unable to stifle her excitement any longer, Samira threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. Ivan chuckled affectionately and pulled her close; wrapping his strong arms around her and making her feel secure.
“It’s great to see you, too,” he said. He inhaled to add something else, but hesitated.
She pulled away and gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes. “What?”
He winced. “I was gonna say you’re like a refreshing shower on a hot day. But it’s so corny. I don’t do sweet-nothings too well I’m afraid.”
She smirked and took his hand. “You’re sweet. And I’d love to take a refreshing shower with you on a hot day. How about it? Huh?”
He grinned, then leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, making her knees buckle with lust. “I’ve been unable to concentrate on anything but you today, young lady. I’ve been desperate to get your tight little body back over my co**ck. You’re so f**king hot.”
Samira’s lust swooshed through her thighs. “You’ve been distracting me from my studies… ah, just thinking about your co**ck – it’s so big.” Maintaining smouldering eye contact, she reached down and ran her palm over the bulge in his trousers. “Oh, I see you’re ready for me now. I can’t wait to feel you inside me again… and again and again!”
He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her strongly, making her feel like a 1950s movie star. Then he gazed into her eyes and frowned. “Hey listen, sweetheart, has anyone weird visited you here today?”
She chuckled. “Other than you?”
“Very funny. I mean it, though. No one’s approached you, have they?”
“Like who?”
“Just anyone you don’t know. No one you didn’t expect.”
Samira shook her head. “No why?”
“It’s just… Tariq and I had a weird couple-a guys come to the office earlier. We wanted to check you were okay.”
Samira’s body filled with exited curiosity. “What is this project you and my cousin are working on?”
He ran his finger across her cheek. “I can’t tell you, Samira. I’m sorry... Jesus, you’re beautiful…”
She pouted and gazed into his eyes with her most endearing look. He laughed and glanced away. “Stop it – you won’t get it out of me like that… Come on, let’s get outta here. Where’s your car parked? I got a cab.”
“This way.” They started to walk along the palm-tree-lined sidewalk arm-in-arm. “I’ll have to try harder, then,” she said. “To pump you for information.”
He nuzzled her neck as they strolled in the sunshine. “Just trust me when I say you’re better off not knowing, okay?”
“Alright, Ivan. I trust you.”
They shared an affectionate smile and walked in each other’s arms until they reached her truck. It was an old metallic blue four-by-four that Samira had seen at a local garage and fallen in love with. It was clunky and temperamental, but she enjoyed cruising around in it with the windows wound down and the breeze blowing in her hair.
“This is your truck?” he asked.
“Yep. He’s my sexy hunk of metal.”
Ivan rested a hand on the hot roof. “Should I be jealous?”
She leaned over the hood and stuck out her as**s. “Maybe. But perhaps we could have a ménage with him!”
Ivan laughed and squeezed her hip – not wanting to be too obscene in public. “Or I could just f**k you into a frenzy over his hood so you’ll only think of me when you drive him.”
“Oh, I love that idea – we’ll have to find a secluded place.”
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