HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

He took her hand in his and guided her finger into his mouth, then let his tongue caress it, lingering and tasting long enough to make her panties wet.

Monica stared at him, the man knew how to work over a finger. And if he knew how to work her there,… Monica slid her finger from his mouth, then caught the look of confusion in his eyes, and she flashed a smile.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

“For cleaning your finger off?” he asked

“Yeah.”

“Tastes good,” he said. “The stuffing, I mean.”

There was a pause, not exactly an awkward one.

Monica suddenly wanted a better feel for his lips. When he kissed, did he use his tongue as well as he did when licking a finger? She wanted to know. She looked at his mouth and tried to imagine kissing him.

It was an easy fantasy to conjure.

She decided that on their date, if they ever went on one, she would satisfy her curiosity.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked.

“Um, nothing.” She produced a fake-sounding laugh.

“What was that?” he asked again

“A finger licking?”she replied

“I know what it was. I mean-”

“How did we go from making stuffed mushrooms to you sucking my finger? I don’t know.” she said

From somewhere in the region of Tom’s ass, a phone rang. Monica watched as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone.

“Sorry,” he said. He read the screen and said, “work. Guess I’d better be going.”

“Thanks for stopping by,” she said as she took a step back and gave him some distance.

“I still want to thank you for your help. You wanna hang out Monday night?” she asked suddenly. Better to get the deed over with sooner rather than later was Monica’s philosophy.

Tom appeared to give the matter some thought. “I think I’m free. I mean, well…actually, I know I’m free.”

“Perfect. So why don’t you pick me up around six?”

“Yeah, um, sure. So, we will go to dinner.”

“I would invite you to stay for dinner tonight, but you said you have to work.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He nodded. “Yeah, I do. You don’t know how much I want to stay”

Monica laughed. “Monday then” she said

“Call me if you have any more computer problems.” he said smiling

“I sure will” she replied

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She had to go to Kay Corp today.

Stupid stupid stupid account. Emma was almost singing that in her head as she drove. She couldn’t see him again. She didn’t want to see him. Not after everything that had happened between them. Not after screaming ‘I want nothing to do with you… You have no control over me’… and then ending up in bed with him. Not after all the naughty unspeakable things they did to each other that night. Not after the awkward conversation from hell they had the next morning.

She hadn’t seen him in three weeks. Hadn’t even spoken to him. He didn’t call. Didn’t text. Didn’t even try to reach out.

Which shouldn’t have bothered her… But it did. Why hadn’t he called? She had asked herself the question so many times. And she didn’t need anyone to give her an answer. She knew. Because you told him not to, you dollop head. She told herself. What the heck was he supposed to do?

But no matter how many times she told herself that, a part of her wished he had called. Or at least try to reach out to her. Which was silly. She knew. But she couldn’t help it. That was just the way she felt.

She wanted space. And he had given her that. He had respected her decision. And that should have made her feel better. But it didn’t. She had told him countless times to leave her the fuck alone. And he had done just that. Then why the hell was she feeling that way? Why did it hurt?.. Okay maybe it didn’t hurt.. But it bothered her.

It didn’t mean she was eager to see him though. Every part of her dreaded that moment. Maybe she missed him. But the thought of seeing him again scared the crap out of her. When it came to Daniel, she was super confused. She just couldn’t seem to make a decision and stick to it. The man had that annoying effect on her.

Just do your work and before you know it, you are out of the building. She told herself as she drove into the parking lot.

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His presence in the office was a serious distraction. Emma thought, breathing deeply and trying to concentrate on her work.

How was a girl supposed to concentrate when there was a six-foot-tall specimen of male perfection strutting around, always on his way somewhere, and always passing by Emma’s desk. He wasn’t going anywhere important. She knew. He was just being obnoxious and annoying. Just to taunt her. And it was working.

It made her wish she had an office here. At least that way she could close the door and she wouldn’t have to see his stupid, handsome face.

As he walked by just now, his scent wafting over her, Emma’s fingers halted on the keyboard, and when he was well past her desk, she turned to watch. She didn’t want to. But she just had to.

Two hours ago, she had nearly fallen out of her chair watching.

He knew the effect he was having on her. The arrogant bastard. And he probably reveled in his power.

From the moment they had first laid eyes on each other since he came into the office. They had both stared at each other until Emma, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stand looking into those eyes any longer, looked away. Yup, she was definitely going to die of embarrassment.

Now it bordered on the ridiculous that they’d yet to even say hello to each other. Were they just going to exchange hot-and-heavy glances forever?

Emma was both amused and embarrassed by the animal-mating-dance quality their relationship had assumed.

He fluffed his feathers, strutted to and fro, made searing eye contact. Essentially he was staking his claim.

But Emma didn’t want to be claimed. He was making it hard for her to concentrate. And he was enjoying her discomfort.

And yet she couldn’t deny how mesmerized she was by him. It was as if she had been biologically programmed to want him.

Focus Emma. She reminded herself. Focus