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too?”
She gasped.
“ Fuck you, ” Misch swore, standing as best she could and starting to wiggle away from him. He grabbed her hip and yanked her down.
“ I'm teasing you . You need to loosen up,” he chuckled at her. She shook her head, trying to shake him out of her brain.
“What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?” she asked, pushing at the hand he still had on her hip.
“I told you, man of many talents,” was all he replied, then he took another drink of her wine.
Misch stared up at him, simply amazed. She couldn't believe he was there, sitting next to her. Bubble, officially burst. Mr. Canaan was a real life man, flesh and blood, not some fantasy to be locked away in some hotel room, shoved to the back of her brain. And the fantasy-come-to-life sitting next to her happened to be dressed up, as well, in a pair of slacks, a blazer, and an off white dress shirt. He had looked sexy the other night, in just a t-shirt and jeans, but now, holy hot damn, her panties had just combusted. Sexy didn't cover how he looked that evening.
Though to be completely honest, he looked best in the towel.
“Tal, we can't do this,” Misch lowered her voice. “You did me a huge favor the other night, really. I appreciate it, more than I can say. But it ended in that room.”
His hand moved off of her hip and across her lap. Came to rest on her bare thigh. Her voice caught in her throat.
“Oh, no. No, I don't think so. I don't think it ended at all. I think it's still very much going on,” he breathed, sliding his hand up, moving the skirt of her dress out of the way.
“Tal, please,” she whimpered.
Whimpering. The man makes me whimper.
“Ah, there's that word I love.”
“My boss could walk up any minute,” she hissed, pressing herself back into the cushioned booth, trying to gain some distance.
“Don't worry about your boss,” Tal whispered, dipping his head and kissing her temple.
“ We can't . He knows I'm married,” she whispered back, squirming as Tal's hand pushed the last bit of material out of the way. If a waiter popped up, he'd have a great view of Misch's hot pink underwear.
“I told you, don't worry.”
“Don't worry!? How can I not -,”
She gasped as his thumb slid under the crotch of her panties. While her lips were parted, he dove in, kissing her hard. She moaned, welcoming him. Fuck, she'd cook him dinner and rub his feet, if he'd just keep touching her. Just keep wanting her.
“I love that you're always so ready for me,” he pulled away to laugh at her. She gripped onto his arm.
“Oh my god, I'm gonna get fired,” she panted, but made no move to stop him. His thumb was ridiculously dexterous; she wondered if he was double jointed. It swam in circles, making her dizzy.
“You won't get fired, I promise,” he had his sly smile on, and he actually rested an elbow on the back of the booth, propping his cheek against his fist. His relaxation actually made her more aware of their surroundings. She was sitting in the middle of a nice restaurant, waiting for her boss, and she had a man's thumb in her crotch.
Slut.
“Someone's going to see us. Please.”
“You know what's funny,” he ignored her. “This really wasn't my plan when I decided to come here. I thought we could have a drink, talk. I could watch you laugh. You have a great laugh. But then I sat down, and you're wearing this amazing dress, showing those amazing legs, and well, here we are.”
“I don't want to be doing this,” she begged.
“Why not?”
“Because,” she couldn't finish the sentence. Didn't want to say it out loud. Wanted to pretend that she was begging him to stop for the right reasons.
“Because why? ”
I'm such an awful person.
“Because, you were fucking that maid. I don't want to be just another lay in your daily rotations.”
He chuckled again.
“I wanted to be fucking you,” he whispered. “Since our night together, that's all I've thought about. All I've wanted to
She gasped.
“ Fuck you, ” Misch swore, standing as best she could and starting to wiggle away from him. He grabbed her hip and yanked her down.
“ I'm teasing you . You need to loosen up,” he chuckled at her. She shook her head, trying to shake him out of her brain.
“What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?” she asked, pushing at the hand he still had on her hip.
“I told you, man of many talents,” was all he replied, then he took another drink of her wine.
Misch stared up at him, simply amazed. She couldn't believe he was there, sitting next to her. Bubble, officially burst. Mr. Canaan was a real life man, flesh and blood, not some fantasy to be locked away in some hotel room, shoved to the back of her brain. And the fantasy-come-to-life sitting next to her happened to be dressed up, as well, in a pair of slacks, a blazer, and an off white dress shirt. He had looked sexy the other night, in just a t-shirt and jeans, but now, holy hot damn, her panties had just combusted. Sexy didn't cover how he looked that evening.
Though to be completely honest, he looked best in the towel.
“Tal, we can't do this,” Misch lowered her voice. “You did me a huge favor the other night, really. I appreciate it, more than I can say. But it ended in that room.”
His hand moved off of her hip and across her lap. Came to rest on her bare thigh. Her voice caught in her throat.
“Oh, no. No, I don't think so. I don't think it ended at all. I think it's still very much going on,” he breathed, sliding his hand up, moving the skirt of her dress out of the way.
“Tal, please,” she whimpered.
Whimpering. The man makes me whimper.
“Ah, there's that word I love.”
“My boss could walk up any minute,” she hissed, pressing herself back into the cushioned booth, trying to gain some distance.
“Don't worry about your boss,” Tal whispered, dipping his head and kissing her temple.
“ We can't . He knows I'm married,” she whispered back, squirming as Tal's hand pushed the last bit of material out of the way. If a waiter popped up, he'd have a great view of Misch's hot pink underwear.
“I told you, don't worry.”
“Don't worry!? How can I not -,”
She gasped as his thumb slid under the crotch of her panties. While her lips were parted, he dove in, kissing her hard. She moaned, welcoming him. Fuck, she'd cook him dinner and rub his feet, if he'd just keep touching her. Just keep wanting her.
“I love that you're always so ready for me,” he pulled away to laugh at her. She gripped onto his arm.
“Oh my god, I'm gonna get fired,” she panted, but made no move to stop him. His thumb was ridiculously dexterous; she wondered if he was double jointed. It swam in circles, making her dizzy.
“You won't get fired, I promise,” he had his sly smile on, and he actually rested an elbow on the back of the booth, propping his cheek against his fist. His relaxation actually made her more aware of their surroundings. She was sitting in the middle of a nice restaurant, waiting for her boss, and she had a man's thumb in her crotch.
Slut.
“Someone's going to see us. Please.”
“You know what's funny,” he ignored her. “This really wasn't my plan when I decided to come here. I thought we could have a drink, talk. I could watch you laugh. You have a great laugh. But then I sat down, and you're wearing this amazing dress, showing those amazing legs, and well, here we are.”
“I don't want to be doing this,” she begged.
“Why not?”
“Because,” she couldn't finish the sentence. Didn't want to say it out loud. Wanted to pretend that she was begging him to stop for the right reasons.
“Because why? ”
I'm such an awful person.
“Because, you were fucking that maid. I don't want to be just another lay in your daily rotations.”
He chuckled again.
“I wanted to be fucking you,” he whispered. “Since our night together, that's all I've thought about. All I've wanted to
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