“I long to live. To feel, to have fun. But for that to work, I need to ignore other people’s opinions and what they will think of me.”
“It sounds pretty much like what I propose to the women I get involved with. Pleasure and fun.”
“For a limited time,” she says.
“Is that your issue? The thirty-day limit?”
She tries to free herself from my arms, but I don’t allow it.
“We’d better go inside,” she insists. “This conversation doesn’t make any sense.”
“Answer me.”
“What do you want from me?” she asks, ignoring what I said.
“Something that cannot be said out loud without embarrassing you.”
“I’m not fragile.”
“Very well. What I want is to take you to my house tonight and taste every inch of you, Madeline. To explore your body with my mouth and tongue. To part your thighs and lick your pussy until you scream my name and beg for more.”
Her hands tighten around my biceps, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve overwhelmed her or because she’s imagining everything I just described.
“Now tell me, Madeline: is it only the thirty-day limit that keeps us from satisfying our desires?”
I don’t give her time to respond, as I bring my mouth down onto hers. Madeline’s lips, like her, are pure fire.
At first, she keeps them closed, but I need more. I seduce her with my tongue, persuading her to open up for me.
The fragility of her soft female body against my hard one intensifies my arousal, and my tongue claims her mercilessly, devouring her mouth the same way I want to devour her sex.
She surrenders, her hands coming to the nape of my neck, pulling me to her urgently, her body unconsciously writhing against mine.
The woman sets me on fire; a wild desire born out of pure lust assures me that she will be mine.
I guide her in the kiss, and she follows me, delicious and sensual. I tangle my fingers in her hair, keeping her whereI want her, feasting on the hot, wet cave that is her mouth, stroking her neck with my thumb, feeling her uncontrollable pulse.
Her nails scratch my neck, marking my flesh, and the raw demonstration of her desire drives me crazy.
Our breaths mingle, bodies burning, pulsating with need.
I lower my lips to her delicate jaw, nibbling on her neck and then kissing her again.
I want everything, to touch every part of her. Lust engulfs me with a foreign intensity.
She is sweet and wild at the same time, which makes me hungrier.
“Let’s get out of here, Madeline.”
“Kamal . . .”
My name comes out as a moan. Pleading.
Does she want me to stop? Does she want me to give her more?
I don’t have time to find out the answer because someone breaks the silence behind us:
“I see you wasted no time in replacing me, Your Excellency.”
