“You didn’t answer my question…” I stepped closer until only a foot of space separated us. It was hard to hold myself back. All I wanted to do was shred her clothes into an unrecognizable pile on the floor.
“You first.” Her eyes were curious but narrowed in challenge as she took the final step forward. The devious minx within her called to me, I’d missed this way about her. The way we used to toy back and forth with each other, everything had been a game - even sex.
It was the classic game of chicken, who would cave first.
“It’s been such a long time…” I let myself trail off, having gotten lost in her eyes. My hands reached for hers, interlocking our fingers as I pushed myself into her, grinding my erection into her skin. She had to feel it, had to know what she was doing to me.
After all the time that we’d been apart her control over me, over my body, hadn’t deteriorated even a little bit.
My lips sprung into action, they captured hers and held them hostage. I took control, slipping my tongue between her lips. She moaned once again and it broke something inside of me. I moved my hand slowly, soothingly up her back, and tangled my fingers in her hair. Her soft dark curls tickled my fingers, I wound the strands around my hand until I had a tight grip on her.
Mel grunted softly as I pulled taut, her head moving back as her neck exposed itself.
“Too long.”
I kissed down the column of her neck to her collarbone but she was naive if she thought I’d stop there. My lips followed the outline of her low cut blouse, placing soft kisses along the top of her full breasts. My hand pulled at her top, exposing more of her to me. I ran my tongue between her heavy cleavage before moving to the left where my hand peeled down her top and the cup of her lacy bra. Soft pink nipple exposed and puckered, I wasted no time diving in.
I was a starved man feasting on my last meal.
Melody moaned as her back bowed pushing herself impossibly closer, a standard Mel reaction. Her nipples had always been so sensitive - something that had driven me insane while we had been together.
One hand had a tight grip on her hair while the other slid down her stomach and to the button of her jeans. The zip parted as my hand ventured further down the front of her pants. By that time I was completely lost in the moment, in the feel of my Melody under the pads of my fingers.
The lace of her panties greeted my fingertips as I gracefully found what I was looking for, the wetness at the apex of her thighs. I groaned against her collarbone.
She was wet, turned on, and not stopping me. I might’ve thought I’d died and gone to heaven right then and there if it weren’t for the sound of the door opening behind me.
Shit.
“Fuck.” Mel cursed. Her blouse was exposing more of her than I would’ve liked, her hair was a ruffled mess, her lips red and swollen. She looked sexier than ever, which was exactly why I didn’t move when I felt another presence behind me.
“Boss? What- Holy balls! I’m so sorry.” Came a squeak quickly before the sound of the door slamming shut again.
The mood completely ruined, Mel pulled away and fell back against the shelves with a dejected sigh. She’d been pulled back to reality too soon.
I retracted myself from her and took a deep breath to try and get my head on straight. My very evident erection had no intention of going away anytime soon, no matter that I knew we weren’t getting any action.
I’d have to wait to get back into the confines of my apartment for that.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers one last time. Who knew if she’d ever let me get this close to her again.
“I should be getting back to work.” Melody whispered matter of factly as soon as our lips broke apart. She avoided my eyes as she began straightening her shirt and doing up her jeans.
Feeling officially dismissed I stepped back and gave her space to right herself and move around me. I reached down to pick up the forgotten clipboard from the ground. While Mel was preoccupied I quickly scribbled down my phone number in the top corner.
“I’ll see you around Mel. Call me when you don’t want to be interrupted.” Our eyes locked as I passed her the clipboard. Once again, I didn’t want to leave, but I swung open the door anyway.
And I really didn’t want to think about what might’ve, most definitely happened had we not been interrupted. Everything had happened so fast but had felt so natural, and so fucking hot.
One near hook up in a supply closet and I didn’t know how I’d go back to living without her touch. Fuck it, she’d only seemed to have grown more irresistible over the years. Or maybe my defense had grown weaker…
Either way, I needed more of her, even if it meant coming back to the club every… single… night.
I’d tried my hardest to forget what I’d come to call the ‘incident’, but the harder I tried the harder it seemed to be to think of anything else. I’d been obsessed.
I found myself constantly circling back to the 'why'.
Why had I let it happen?
