“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Please.”
He cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips against mine. A shockwave zipped through my body, starting at the point of contact and going straight down to my toes. When I felt his tongue gently ask for permission to enter my mouth, I willingly allowed entrance.
His hands moved to my waist, and he pulled me closer as our tongues slow danced to a beat that only we could hear. I hadn’t been touched by a man, let alone kissed by one, in months, and it felt good, . . . too good. Suddenly, I pushed him away.
“We should stop,” I said, gasping for air.
“My bad, baby. It felt so good, I got carried away. I hope I didn’t?—”
“You didn’t. Umm, thank you again for dinner. I really enjoyed myself.”
“No thanks needed. Can I treat you to breakfast tomorrow?”
I’d rather be your breakfast,I thought.
“That can be arranged,” Sylas said, smirking confidently.
“Huh? What can be arranged?”
“You said you’d ratherbemy breakfast.”
“I said that out loud?” He nodded. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. If I could, I’d have pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but unfortunately, you can’t eat from everyone’s kitchen, if you know what I mean.”
Our conversation had gone somewhere I wasn’t expecting, and if I didn’t get away from this man, he’d be eating my pussy for a midnight snack.
“I need to go.”
I quickly turned around and let myself into my room, pushing the door closed before turning and leaning against it. Seconds later, I heard Sylas’s door close, and I released the breath I was holding. I was turned on in the worst way, and hadI waited five seconds longer to remove myself from his presence, I would’ve invited him inside.
After slipping out of my shoes and putting my phone and purse on the dresser, I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. It was deathly quiet, but my mind and my pussy were screaming contradicting thoughts.
While my mind told me it wasn’t a good idea to fuck a captain on my first day on the job, my pussy reminded me that it had been several months since she’d received any attention from a man. I was torn because while Sylas didn’t seem like the kiss-and-tell type, it wouldn’t be a good look to fuck that man within hours of meeting him.
I was no saint and had more than a few one-night stands and short-lived situationships that started with sex very quickly, but I’d never even flirted with someone I worked with, let alone had sex.
Yes, we work for the same company, but Sable Airlines is huge, and we aren’t on the same crew. So, technically, I don’t work with him. Right?
All the back-and-forth in my head was annoying, so I decided to take a cool shower to clear my mind and calm my libido. Unfortunately, ten minutes later, nothing had changed except that I was clean. I was still horny, and the person I wanted to fix that was next door.
I pulled on the short nightgown I’d packed and put on my bonnet, then returned to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, praying that by the time I was done, Sylas would no longer be invading my mind.
When I finally crawled into bed, I thought I heard taps on the adjoining door. I sat up and waited to hear the sound again.Tap, tap, tap.Slowly, I got out of bed and went to the door, pressing my ear against it.Tap, tap, tap.Without turning on the light, Iunlocked the only barrier that stood between me and the man I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.
After Khiya rushedto her room, I went to mine, hoping I didn’t scare her and ruin the chance of whatever was brewing between us to turn into something special. I paced back and forth in front of my bed for a few minutes, contemplating whether I should apologize for allowing myself to get carried away when we kissed.
Unable to decide, I showered and completed my nightly hygiene routine, hoping that by the time I finished, my thoughts would no longer be stuck on Khiya. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. She was just as heavy on my mind as she had been since the moment we locked eyes on the elevator several hours ago.
After pulling on a pair of shorts, I went to the adjoining door and opened it. I put my ear against the other door, but I didn’thear anything on the other side. She could already be asleep, but I hoped she was lying in bed with thoughts of me running rampant through her mind. I held my breath and knocked on the door.
As I waited, the seconds felt like minutes. When I still heard no movement, I knocked again, and just when I was about to give up, I heard the locks. She pulled the door open slowly, and her room was dark, but the light from the lamp in my room provided enough light for me to see her.
She wore a bonnet and a short nightgown, and, of course, my first thought was whether she had panties on underneath. The mere thought had my mouth watering and my dick stiffening.
“Is everything okay?” she asked when I didn’t say anything.
