You don’t have much else to do beside working, do you?
Jason
Should I?
Me
I guess not. You’re basically in love with your job at this point. Invite me to the wedding while you’re at it.
JASON
Are you jealous? I do remember being the one to ask you to come over. Don’t make me regret not having kidnapped you on the spot and brought you home.
Home.
I don’t think I’ve ever considered his place my home. We have countless formidable and enchanting memories between those walls, but they’re overshadowed by the rotten truth.
He’s oil and I’m water. He burns, and I flood.
I park in front of the law firm and storm inside the building. Typing in the code, I run up the stairs until I stop in the middle of the hallway leading up to his office.
I take a minute to recollect myself. Being out of breath makes me look more eager to see him than I actually am. He’d think I’m too impatient to be in his arms. A long time ago he would have been right, awfully right, but tonight I’m in control.
Tonight, I’m going to bend life to my will and finally do something worth living for.
I take step by step until I halt in front of the door. My fingers clench around the handle, and I swiftly push the frame open.
Jason’s sitting in his chair, a pile of documents lying on the desk on each side of him. He seems exhausted yet the moment he looks up, his demeanor shifts. “Well, well, look who’s here. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t come by?”
The irony irritates me, but I wave it to the back of my mind and instead make my way to him. He spins in his leather chair to face me. I stand tall, looking down at his gorgeous grey suit.
He’s undeniably the most handsome man I’ve ever encountered and no matter how often I fight it, my body craves his touch.
I hate the way I lose all sense of control of my life and limbs when he’s around. He has a way of bewitching people and bending them to his will.
I’m no exception.
“You knew I’d come.” I’m like a fly caught in a spider’s web, trapped, and lurking before getting devoured.
“Did I?”
“Stop playing coy. We both know why I’m here.”
“How naughty.”
I roll my eyes at the absurdity of his choice of words. “You pervert.”
“Did you miss me in the hour we parted?” He pats his lap, gesturing to me to sit.
I don’t especially want to. What I do want is to turn around and bolt, but I know him better than myself. The only way for him to listen to me and not go berserk is if I comply with his demands. So, I position myself in his lap, facing him. His rough hands drift from my thighs to my waist, pulling me in. I can feel his erection pressing against my ass.
“Maybe I did,” I lie.
Did he figure it out? Well, it doesn’t matter, because I slide my arms around his neck, and he groans as I press myself further against him. It’s as familiar as it’s foreign. It’s been awhile since the last time we fucked. I never intended it to happen again so soon but here we are.
My fingers tangle in his golden hair and tug on them, tipping his head back. I press my lips to his and let him devour me. His tongue takes hold of mine and dances in my mouth. I hate how much I love it. His hands slide under my shirt and a whimper escapes my lips. His palms are rough and cold against my blazing skin.
I can’t stand this anymore. I need more. Why can’t I have more resolve for fucks sake? It’s like I’m only thinking with my dick or my goddamn heart. Both are the worst decision makers in history.
