His Curvy Architect

“Trust me,” she whispered, a gentle smile on her lips. I noticed her eyes take in the appearance of my face from where we were. At this point, it would be smart for one of us to take control and pull away. Yet we fought against the idea.

The stirring in my lower stomach grew as my eyes lowered and studied her lips. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I did trust her despite her being a complete stranger to me. Whatever she said seemed to make sense, whether it was ludicrous or not. Licking my own, I fought the urge to take what I wanted. If I could do as I please, I would take her right on my desk now if she allowed it. No one in their right mind would disturb us. Just imagining her pressed against my desk as I explored what was underneath her dress left my manhood aching behind my zipper.

She was the first to clear her throat before pulling away, her face was flushed and her eyes were wary.

I could tell that she was feeling the same as I was, I could see just how worked up she had become from just staring at each other. But unlike me, there was a hesitation in her eyes. I could see that she didn’t want me as much as I wanted her. I wouldn’t force something onto her that she wouldn’t like, no matter how much I wanted it.

“Er, I just need to get the green light before I can get started on the project and then I can be out of your hair.” She explained as she ran her hands down the front of her dress.

Four days without her was rough. What was I supposed to do for the rest of my life without her? Even if she would be just outside of the restaurant working, it would be too far away. If I told her no now, she would disappear for another few days to try to draw out what I wanted. She seemed so confident on this design that I didn’t want to tell her no. Instead, I cleared my own throat and nodded.

“You have my permission,” I told her as I glanced down at her design once more. Even if it wasn’t what I wanted, that didn’t mean it was a bad design. Maybe it could make my restaurant look better on the outside.

She then gave me a much bigger smile, satisfied by my answer. Leaning next to me once more, she quickly rolled up her poster. Picking up her bag, she let her eyes linger on me once more. “I guess that’s all I really needed from you today. So I can go ahead and start making plans.”

Upset that she was already going to leave, I quickly stood up. I could at least walk her out of the restaurant. If this really had to be one of the last times I’d see her, I mind as well make it last. Before I could make it to the door, she beat me to grabbing the handle. Instead of turning it however, she stood there. Not moving, I was worried something was wrong.

Before I even had the chance to ask, she turned and looked at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as a familiar look formed in her eyes. It was the need that had been filling the pit of my stomach the moment she crossed paths with me. I could only imagine how much she was trying to hold back.

But now, whatever hesitation that was once there was now replaced by her own sort of craving.

Fuck it, I was ready to throw caution to the wind. I wanted this woman from the moment I first saw her. Without another word, I stepped toward her and closed the distance between us. Reaching out, I gently touched her face. Tilting her chin upwards to look at me, I could easily get lost in her brown eyes. Just from listening alone, I could hear her uneven breathing.

“Rhett,” she whispered as if she was afraid of getting caught. My name had never sounded so good coming out of a person’s mouth. Rather than the nervousness that I was expecting, she sounded like she was begging me do what we knew we both wanted.

My patience had run thin, I couldn’t take it anymore. Doing what I wanted, I dipped my head downward and kissed her.

Her bag and poster fell from her arm, crashing to the ground. Feeling her hands tangle with the front of my coat, she grasped and pulled me closer to her. She made it seem like she was clinging on for dear life.

Doing some exploring of my own, I let my hands run down her sides, memorizing her curves. Pressing myself against her, I sandwiched her between the door. Letting my hands travel further, I couldn’t help but give her ass a squeeze. Smirking behind her lips, I enjoyed the sudden gasp that slipped past our kiss. Pressing forward, I didn’t try to hide my arousal that had formed from the kiss alone.

Satisfied from the feel of her lips, I decided to let my kisses travel downward. Starting out the bottom of her ear, I traveled downwards, each kiss bringing more goosebumps across her skin. Once I got to the crook of her neck, her hands that had once been pulling me closer where now pushing against me.

“We can’t do this, you are my client…” She whispered in a soft plea. Her words didn’t exactly match the way her body was reacting but I managed to register that she didn’t I want this anymore so I pulled myself away. I didn’t realize how much restraint I actually had.

Taking a few steps back, I bumped against my desk. Looking at her, I wondered where I went wrong? Did I do something that she didn’t like? I watched her fumble to collect her things.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let myself do this to begin with.” She quickly said as she grabbed the handle of the door once more. Instead of waiting like before, she quickly open the door. “I will start right away on the job.” Those were her last words before disappearing out of my office.

I could only stare at where she wants was standing, feeling dumbfounded.

I needed to figure out what was going on.