Read Online My Time in the Affair by Stylo Fantome - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Stylo Fantome
Ads: Link
do. From this point on, you're going to be the only person I fuck while I'm here.”
“Tal, please, I'm going to … I'm about to …,” she couldn't catch her breath. She was too busy trying to stave off a huge orgasm.
“ Shhhh, ” he shushed her. Then his thumb was gone. He pulled his fingers free of her underwear, ran it up her body. Rested his hand against the side of her jaw. She was breathing heavily through her nose, staring up at him. He stared right back and pressed his dewy thumb against her bottom lip. Traced it back and forth.
Resistance is so fucking futile.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered. He smiled, then stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking her wetness away.
“Anything you want, babe. Come find me, ” he whispered back.
Then he was sliding out of his seat. Walking away.
Misch dropped her head back on the booth, tried to catch her breath. She pressed a hand to her chest and gulped in air. She had thought the night was going to be boring. Shmoozing their international partners, talking about insurance, trying to tell bad jokes in broken Italian. Getting off in the middle of a crowded dining room hadn't been part of the plan.
Mr. Canaan had never been part of the plan.
“ Rapaport! ”
Mischa sat upright. Her boss was waving at her, making his way towards the table. There were people trailing behind him, smiling and laughing. Misch quelled a panic attack and hurriedly shoved her dress back into place. She managed to stand and shake hands. Even smiled. Didn't say much of anything.
One minute. If he had walked in one minute earlier ...
Her boss spoke Italian, and most of the conversation took place in that language. Mischa drank what was left of her wine and tried to think about home. Thought about Tal instead. Thought of that naughty smile and those talented fingers.
Come find me.
Bold man. Brash man. He was supposed to be a one night stand. He should just fade away. Isn't that what men wanted? A night of no strings attached, anything goes sex? Apparently not that man. Well, that's what she wanted. Nothing more. Right? Right!?
Come find me.
She didn't want to be that woman. The woman carrying on an illicit affair. Acting scandalous while her husband was oblivious in another country. How wretched. How horrible. How cliché . She didn't want to hurt Mike more than she already had; it would be bad enough telling him everything that had happened. Did she really want to add more sins to the pot?
Come find me.
“Excuse me,” Misch murmured, shoving her way out of the booth. Appetizers had just been delivered. She had a while before dinner. She smiled her thanks as she walked away from the table.
Come find me.
The decision had been made, she'd had no say in it. Resistance was futile. Tal had flipped a switch, and she was revved up and pointed in one direction. His direction. There was no other course of action, no option. She couldn't see anything but him, couldn't think past him.
Mischa slowly strolled past the bar, trying to look like she wasn't looking. But he wasn't there. Despite having features that made it look like he'd been born and bred on the Mediterranean, Tal actually stood out a lot. Maybe his height, maybe his smile. Most likely the sex-god vibes that rolled off of him.
As she headed into a dark hallway, she glanced back across the restaurant. He didn't seem to be sitting at any of the tables. She ran her fingers through her hair and made a beeline for the bathroom. She could go in there and dunk her head in a sink full of cold water. Get her priorities straight. Remember who she was, and what that night had been all about; fulfilling a very bad fantasy. Not continuing it. She just needed to remember that.
But she never made it to the bathroom. An arm reached out of the darkness, grabbing her. Pulling her into the shadows. She was pushed against a wall and a tongue was pushed into her mouth. She raked her fingers up his chest, working her hands under his
“Tal, please, I'm going to … I'm about to …,” she couldn't catch her breath. She was too busy trying to stave off a huge orgasm.
“ Shhhh, ” he shushed her. Then his thumb was gone. He pulled his fingers free of her underwear, ran it up her body. Rested his hand against the side of her jaw. She was breathing heavily through her nose, staring up at him. He stared right back and pressed his dewy thumb against her bottom lip. Traced it back and forth.
Resistance is so fucking futile.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered. He smiled, then stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking her wetness away.
“Anything you want, babe. Come find me, ” he whispered back.
Then he was sliding out of his seat. Walking away.
Misch dropped her head back on the booth, tried to catch her breath. She pressed a hand to her chest and gulped in air. She had thought the night was going to be boring. Shmoozing their international partners, talking about insurance, trying to tell bad jokes in broken Italian. Getting off in the middle of a crowded dining room hadn't been part of the plan.
Mr. Canaan had never been part of the plan.
“ Rapaport! ”
Mischa sat upright. Her boss was waving at her, making his way towards the table. There were people trailing behind him, smiling and laughing. Misch quelled a panic attack and hurriedly shoved her dress back into place. She managed to stand and shake hands. Even smiled. Didn't say much of anything.
One minute. If he had walked in one minute earlier ...
Her boss spoke Italian, and most of the conversation took place in that language. Mischa drank what was left of her wine and tried to think about home. Thought about Tal instead. Thought of that naughty smile and those talented fingers.
Come find me.
Bold man. Brash man. He was supposed to be a one night stand. He should just fade away. Isn't that what men wanted? A night of no strings attached, anything goes sex? Apparently not that man. Well, that's what she wanted. Nothing more. Right? Right!?
Come find me.
She didn't want to be that woman. The woman carrying on an illicit affair. Acting scandalous while her husband was oblivious in another country. How wretched. How horrible. How cliché . She didn't want to hurt Mike more than she already had; it would be bad enough telling him everything that had happened. Did she really want to add more sins to the pot?
Come find me.
“Excuse me,” Misch murmured, shoving her way out of the booth. Appetizers had just been delivered. She had a while before dinner. She smiled her thanks as she walked away from the table.
Come find me.
The decision had been made, she'd had no say in it. Resistance was futile. Tal had flipped a switch, and she was revved up and pointed in one direction. His direction. There was no other course of action, no option. She couldn't see anything but him, couldn't think past him.
Mischa slowly strolled past the bar, trying to look like she wasn't looking. But he wasn't there. Despite having features that made it look like he'd been born and bred on the Mediterranean, Tal actually stood out a lot. Maybe his height, maybe his smile. Most likely the sex-god vibes that rolled off of him.
As she headed into a dark hallway, she glanced back across the restaurant. He didn't seem to be sitting at any of the tables. She ran her fingers through her hair and made a beeline for the bathroom. She could go in there and dunk her head in a sink full of cold water. Get her priorities straight. Remember who she was, and what that night had been all about; fulfilling a very bad fantasy. Not continuing it. She just needed to remember that.
But she never made it to the bathroom. An arm reached out of the darkness, grabbing her. Pulling her into the shadows. She was pushed against a wall and a tongue was pushed into her mouth. She raked her fingers up his chest, working her hands under his
Similar Books
