Sex With The Enemy
Trey couldn’t get that kiss out of his mind. He was distracted for the rest of the day. The client he was working on at one had to be finished by Dale. He couldn’t get the feel of June’s curvy body out of his mind. She was so fucking soft and responsive.
Her pussy had been hot to the touch. If he’d touched her naked heat, he knew she’d be dripping.
Dale left to go at five to go and see if Max was still alive. Neither of them had heard from him since the previous night. The guy was a horn dog and didn’t care about the reputation either.
Staring across the street, Trey saw June had already closed for the day. His cock was rock hard, and he needed to finish what they started. Grabbing his keys, he headed over to her building. Like his place, there was a stairwell along the side of the building to the other door.
Taking the steps two at a time he knocked, loudly, on the door before he could turn around and go the other way. Whistling, he waited for her to answer the door. Seconds passed, and finally June answered the door. She started off smiling, but that soon disappeared once she saw it was him.
“What do you want?” she asked. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was holding a wooden spoon coated in chocolate cake mix.
“You know why I’ve come. I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”
She stared at him for several minutes. Neither of them moved, and he refused to back down.
“Fine.” She turned on her heel and left him to close the door. He shut and locked the door, following her through to her kitchen. The side was covered in flour, butter, and cracked eggs.
“What are you doing?” he asked. In the oven he saw a cake baking.
“I’m at my parents’ tomorrow. I always bake something.”
She put the spoon into the bowl and stared at him. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it.”
“I liked our kiss,” he said.
He watched her eyes widen at his words. Trey made up his mind. He wasn’t running anymore. In the past he’d fucked up, but he was going to change her opinion on him whether she liked it or not.
Stepping closer, he watched her mind working, giving him the time to get close to her.
“It was just a kiss,” she said. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It was more than just a kiss, June. You felt it.” She shook her head, watching him.
“I was rock hard, and you know there’s something
going on between us.”
“Nothing is going on between us.”
He reached out and took her chin in his hand. She
gasped but didn’t pull away.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, stroking down to his
neck.
Her pulse raced against his fingers.
She licked her lips, tilting her head back to look up at him.
“You’re a bully.”
“Not anymore.”
“What’s your game?” she asked.
“No game.” He took her hand, resting it against his
hard cock. “This is the truth. I can’t fake that.”
“Men get hard all the time.”
“Not like this.”
He closed the distance between them, bringing her
body next to his. “There’s no denying what’s going on between us.”
Dropping his hand from her neck, he pressed his palm against her rounded breast. Her breathing increased, and her nipple budded against his palm.
“This, you can’t deny.”
He stroked her nipple watching her eyes dilate. “I hate you,” she said.
“I don’t care.”
Thrusting his hips toward her, Trey was ready to
explore whatever was going on between them.
Bush_Okafor · Fantaisie
