She tried her best to bury the thought as deeply as she could, it was silly and completely irrational. She reached for her coat, putting it on and tying it in place while she deliberated, saying goodnight; it was probably more reasonable to just go home.
She adjusted the collar of her coat and then walked over to her desk to grab her things, her bag, and her laptop. She made a mental note to get a plant and some colourful pen holders; the plain desk made her uneasy.
"Kaitlyn." She heard Lennox say just before she reached the door, she turned around. A brow arched, questioning him silently. His two hands were hidden in his pocket as he stood just some steps away from their door, he looked even more tempting in her office.
"Sir?" She answered, her voice coming out like a squeak.
He stalked towards her, his hands still in his pocket, and then he stopped at an unsafe distance from her. Unsafe because his scent had just evaded her yet again, just like before it jumbled up her thoughts. The tinier rebellious voice in her head became louder.
"Key for the car." He said, holding up the car key to what appeared to be a Benz.
"Uh, thank you." She said, taking the key. Feeling disappointed, She scolded herself mentally for feeling so, what was she expecting?
"Drive safely." He said, looking her in the eyes, her eyes searching for his as well.
She meant to move backwards, reach for the door behind her, and let herself out, Exits this very compromising situation with her boss. Yet she stood still, looking into his honey-brown eyes, very few logical thoughts holding on to her. She thought only of him, of how it would feel like to kiss him again, feel him pull her closer. Her lips parted, thoughts swarming her mind.
Her head was faced up at her boss, very few inches of space separating the two of them. Almost every fibre in her being wanted nothing more but to taste his soft, perfectly coloured lips again; it was silly that she still remembered how they felt perfectly, so much that she craved them terribly.
Lennox moved closer to her, snaking his hand around the thick woman, pulling her even closer, she did not resist. She didn't want to. Her heart was thudding loudly in her chest, the feeling of his hand around her waist leaving her even more breathless.
If eyes could talk hers were begging, begging for him to pull her even closer, to lean lower and crash his lips with hers, allowing her to taste him.
Their breaths fanned each other as he moved his face to hers even closer; his were slow, and hers were haggard, uneven. His lips hovered over hers though.
"I've wanted you this close since that night." He said, his warm breath leaving her even more breathless.
She shut her eyes, trying her best to hold on to one string of sanity that her mind could offer so she could move away, excuse herself, and leave. Yet her mind betrayed her; no part of her mind warned her to flee; every nerve and everything in her beckoned him to kiss her, to hold her even tighter. Like that were even possible.
He did, pulling her even closer, holding her in place with two of his hands instead of one. Then she felt his warm lips lightly brush on the arch of her neck, he took a whiff of her. Her jasmine and cocoa scent stormed his senses, maddening him with more thoughts of her.
"I want you so bad." She heard him say, his voice so hoarse, sounding like prayer. "Let me have you." He begged, his voice making her weak in the knees. How could a man like him beg for her? Beg to have her?
What choice did he leave her while he spoke like that, what free will could she muster when he spoke to her like that? She felt his lips lightly brush up her neck, leaving goosebumps on her penny-toned skin.
She raised her head instinctively as she felt his warm lips on her neck this time, leaving light kisses along her neck, down to its crook.
His grip tightened around her, thankfully, she felt too weak to stand on her own. She opened her eyes.
"Let me taste you."
With that voice, he could order her to bend over her desk and she would obey. Yet he begged instead, not knowing just how hypnotizing and compelling his voice was at that moment.
Kaitlyn would let him do anything to her if he asked. He pulled his face from the crook of her neck, facing her. His eyes looked starving. He leaned in closer, making her eyes shut again. His warm breath got closer, fanning her upper lip, and making it tremble.
Then just like the first night, she felt his lips on hers, this time more hungry. She was hungry too. Their lips felt familiar yet too sweet for each other, they fought one another to taste more of each other, her hands finding their way to the back of his head, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss.
His left hand loosened her coat, making his way around her waist, one hand reaching lower to grab her generous ass, earning a moan from her. He groaned in her mouth, her breathless moan driving him further. He led her backwards, her back hitting the door.
He pulled up her ground, stopping himself from ripping it as he kissed her, dominating her. His hand pulled up her right leg, hooking them around him. His hand felt her spotless thigh. His lips unlatched hers, leaving them to soar, she was breathless but still hungry. A pull now forming between her legs, her core begging for a release.
Her eyes begged his wild, hungry ones for more; she used her leg already hooked around him to pull him closer, offering an invitation. His eyes fell to her breasts, his lips falling on her right one right after.
He left warm, wet kisses on her breast, she felt her nipples harden. His hand pulled down on her dress, revealing more of her breasts, his lips finding the untouched parts easily.
Kaitlyn's moans were soft, low, and breathless. Until his hand held onto one of her boobs, then she felt his mouth latch onto a nipple, his mouth knowing exactly what to do with it. Then he earned a louder moan from her.
Suddenly a knock came from the door behind her, bringing them both to a halt.