He loves sex.
She is trying to avoid the male species.
He never cares who he sleeps with.
She is cautious.
Monogamy is a bad word to him.
Monogamy is what she wants.
With her mind saying one thing, and her body saying another, she finds herself wanting to know just what makes this sexy male the attraction women can’t resist.
Just when they thought they reached a common ground, both their pasts resurface, adding complication to the mix of confusion.
Will they have what it takes to survive the storm brewing?
I grasp her face with my hands, and I kiss her. I kiss her with all the pent up frustration I can muster, shutting up her bullshit. A moan escapes her lips, and I do all I can to steal all of it. That sound was for me, and me alone.
I feel a breeze as the door opens, reminding me that we are not alone. Reluctantly, I let her go, staring down into her dark eyes.
“I would never do anything to jeopardize your job,” I say emphatically.
Dazed, confused eyes stare back into mine before I make my leave. If I stayed any longer, I’d make a spectacle out of the both of us, and though I couldn’t really give a shit about myself, I wouldn’t want that for her.
But, one thing is certain … she will be mine.