She couldn’t deny him or herself so she moved closer and took his hand. She let him pull her down into his lap, with her legs draped to one side. He lowered his head and kissed her.
“Dante, wait.” She tried to stop him. The door wasn’t closed or locked, but it was quick to disappear when he deepened the kiss. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck. Her fingers tunneled a path through his thick hair. She moaned into his mouth and he used the entrance to slip his tongue inside her mouth.
His hands dropped down to her rear and he helped guide her hips over his cock. He held them still while he ground up on her and she ground on him.
Madison was panting for breath. Dante used that time to kiss down the side of her neck.
“Dante.”
“I know, baby. I just can’t get enough of you. Go sit on the couch as far away from me as possible. I hope then I won’t be as tempted.”
Madison climbed out of his lap and went over to the couch. She needed something to distract herself so she pulled out her sketch pad to work on some new designs. She was happy with what she had picked out of her designs for fashion week, but she always had new ideas.
She looked up to see Dante back at work and with no longer the threat of them losing control. She lost herself in her designs. That wasn’t to say she blocked him out in a complete way. She still was giddy that not only did she sit in his lap with the door open where they could get caught, but she was excited to go to his place.
Madison was sure they would have a great time and it would be another great memory to add to her growing pile to reflect on and remember after they broke up.
It seemed like only a short time later that Dante came over and tapped her on the shoulder. He sat down next to her on the sofa.
“Hey, are you all right?” He looked into her lap at her designs. “Oh I see, you were lost in your designs. They look nice.”
Madison looked up at the clock over his head. It was on the verge of time for her to take her birth control pill. They had spent another hour and half in Dante’s office while he finished with what he had to do.
“Yeah, sorry. Were you calling me?”
“Yes.”
“It’s normal when I’m designing or working I get in the flow, and everything else gets pushed to the side. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me pack up a few things. I like to clean my desk before I leave. Gives me a fresh start each day.”
Dante finished packing up and Madison packed up her stuff as well. They were done around the same time. He picked up her overnight bag and then slung her dance duffel over his shoulder before he reached for her hand.
They walked out hand in hand together. Dante opened the door for Madison and got her settled into the car before he put her stuff in the back of his car before he climbed in the driver’s seat and then took her to his place.
When they got there, Dante helped her out. “Let me let you in and then I’ll come back and grab the bags.”
Madison followed Dante into his place and was impressed with what it looked like. She couldn’t believe he had done most of it on his own.
“Wow, this looks amazing. This must have cost a lot of money.” She told him when he came back to the house. “How much did you spend on everything? I’d love to know what things you did. Do you have before and after pictures?”
“I do. Let me give you the tour.” He set her bags near the front door and then took her hand as they walked around the place.
Dante showed her where he replaced the tile and took off the wallpaper. The light fixtures that he had changed out. There was so much to look at, she didn’t know where to look first.
The kitchen wasn’t state of the art, but it was functional with stainless steel appliances. He kept the same aesthetic as he had in his office, with minimal clutter and sleek black furniture with metal accents. They ended up back at the front door.
“Let me get your bag and we can look at the bedroom. There I did a ton of work.”
“I can’t wait to see.”
Dante bent down to get her overnight bag and then led her to his bedroom. To say it was impressive was an understatement. She didn’t know what to look at first. The focal point of the room was a huge king-size bed.
It was also black, and the nightstands carried the theme of black in color with the metal accents. The sheets and comforter were black and looked like satin from what she could see. The bed was neat, as was the rest of the room.
She turned around and found in the other wall across from the bed was a tiled fireplace. It looked warm and inviting and like something you could enjoy when it was cold outside, but nothing she wanted on this hot August day.
“Come, I want to show you the master bath.”
