“Here you go.”
“Thank you,” I said, taking the warm mug from his hands. I closed my eyes as I sipped it, loving the thick chocolate coating my throat. It was heavy on my tongue, rich with flavor; I wish it had some whipped cream on top.
“I know I haven’t shown it, but I’m glad you’re here, Melinda. I know we have history, and it has gotten in the way—”
“As I said, I’m letting that go. A clean slate,” I set the mug down on the desk and held out my hand. “Friends?”
He stared at it as if I had lost my mind. “Friends?”
“Yeah, friends. I know we have never really been friends, more like enemies, or competitors, or something, but I want to move on, Chris. Isn’t this exhausting for you? Sure, it's fun to have some banter, but we take it too far. Way too far. We’re not in high school anymore, so let's not act like it.”
“Move on to who? What?” he said with a shake of his head, confusion clouding his eyes. He set the mug down on the deck too hard, hot chocolate spilling onto his hand, and he ducked it in the water to wash it off. “Sorry, I’m tired,” he mumbled and shook his head. Then he looked me in the eye. “Is that what you want? Friends, I mean?”
“To live in peace and harmony with you? Yes. This job, I love it, Chris, but I won’t stay here if it means dreading to come to work because you and I can’t stop our little games. It’s destructive, Chris.”
He scooted closer and put his hand on my leg, sliding his fingers up and down the thigh. “Do you feel that?”
I swallowed.
“Does that feel like something between friends, Melinda?”
“It has to be.”
He yanked his hand away and ran it over his face, fighting with himself. “No. Fuck this. I’m done.”
I was about to ask what he meant, but then he grabbed the side of my face and placed his lips onto mine. It was hot, scorching, and intense. His lips burned me, seared me with his claim. That was what it felt like. Nothing had ever felt better. Even the kiss in high school was nowhere near as good as this one. Maybe it was the hot tub effect? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. His tongue brushed over mine, and it drew a whimper from my throat. Before I knew what I was doing, I dropped my hot chocolate—somewhere—and straddled Chris's lap. Just as I'd promised myself I wouldn't
I massaged his scalp with my fingers, gripping onto the soft strands of his hair as we deepened our kiss. His hands fell to my hips, gripping tight. He fingered the band of my panties, only to skim his palm up my back to cradle my head. It was the best tease.
“We can’t do this,” I said between kisses, breathing heavily.
“No, we can’t,” he replied with another kiss, shoving his tongue between my lips.
Good to know we were on the same page.
We weren’t fighting it. Whatever the consequences, we would deal with them, just not right now.
His cock was rock hard between my legs. The only thing separating us was the thin material of his underwear. I didn’t count mine because it was as easy as his cock slipping past the boundary and diving deep inside me.
I whimpered. The urge to rock against him was too much. My clit throbbed with fire, and he was the one thing that could put it out.
“We should stop,” he said, bringing our kiss to a quick end.
I blinked, still trying to find my bearings, “What?” I asked.
“We can’t do this here,” his eyes were glazed over as he stared at my lips. “Fuck, look at you. Still so beautiful.”
I blushed and brought my gaze to his chest, swirling my fingers around his wet hair. “Maybe we can go to my chalet,” I said, realizing how that sounded. “Since it’s late, you know.”
“I’d like that,” he said, nipping my bottom lip.
I got out of the jacuzzi first, making sure to push my breasts in his face as I got out. A growl came from somewhere inside of him, and my pussy tingled, wanting to know how that would feel down there — him growling against my pussy. I wrapped a towel around myself, tucking the loose end by the breast, and my eyes rounded when Chris got out of the water.
He was hard, tenting his underwear until the material couldn’t go any further. I could see a glimpse of the base of his cock, and I spun around, running inside before he could see me. This was bad. I had invited him over. I hadwhat? Oh. My. God.
My lips tingled.
My body freaking tingled.
