Page 61 of Sweet Poison

HIM: Ten-minute walk from here. Four minutes if I run.

ME: Don’t run. We have to be discreet … and quick.

HIM: Discreet? Hard if both of us mysteriously disappear at the same time.

ME: Hard but not impossible.

HIM: Quick check on Anya to make sure she’s gainfully occupied first. See you in 6 minutes. I’ll be walking quickly.

ME: Clock is ticking…

I knew I was behaving in quite an insane way, but I felt quite exhilarated by my new daring self. I locked the office and walked quickly down the corridor. The sight of him in his tight T-shirt had awakened all kinds of needs in me. I didn’t want to … actually, no, I couldn’t wait until tonight.

All in all, it was a great afternoon, and I needed a special memory to go along with it.

The storage room in question was my secret getaway. Behind the cans of food, gardening machinery, spare cooking utensils, and camping equipment was a walled-off narrow space with a window facing the mountain range in the distance. During the cold winter months, their tops would be covered with snow, and I would escape here with a cup of hot cocoa every chance I got. It was a special place of relief to me where I’d never ever been bothered so I couldn’t think of a better place to take him.

One of the parents saw me as I left the office building and made my way towards the store room. I casually waved and he waved back. As long as Cole and I were not seen heading over together it should be fine.

I turned the key in the door and opened it. It was vast inside. Even with sunlight pouring in through the high windows there were many dim corners. Dust motes hung suspended in the rays of light. I had six minutes to kill. There was an old honky-tonk piano along one wall and I walked towards it. I sat on the stool and played a few tunes. Six minutes seemed like a lifetime. My feet tapped impatiently, and I kept glancing at the door until eventually, I heard a sound outside.

"Come in," I called, and the door was pushed open.

I stood and faced him. My heart was pounding so furiously in my chest I could hear it. I felt nervous and excited all at once. I smiled at him, but he didn’t approach me.

"Is there a key?" he asked.

I held up the bunch of keys in my hand. "You seem even more cautious than me.”

He smiled as he advanced. "There are a bunch of inquisitive mommies out there. Do we want to give them any ideas?"

“Nope,” I said, dropping the keys into his upturned palm.

I watched him lock the door and turn around. “Want to do it against the piano?”

He stood in a ray of sunshine, unaware of how beautiful he looked. The dust motes danced around him. His eyes … God, he was heavenly. I was afraid he would smell my utter fascination for him … my desperation.

“Not here,” I said urgently.” Come with me.”

I took his hand and led him to my secret hideaway.

I shut the door behind us, and we stood beside each other. It felt too good and too real. Even just standing beside him was making me feel things I hadn’t ever felt before. I looked up at him, studying the contours of his face, his tanned skin, the sheen of his dark, gorgeous hair. His attention was momentarily caught by the gorgeous scenery of the woods and mountains beyond.

"Wow! Sunsets and sunrises must look absolutely magical through this window," he noted.

"They’re breathtaking," I replied softly.

He turned then toward me and stared into my eyes wonderingly. As if he couldn’t believe his eyes. As if he was almost afraid to touch me. As if I would disappear into a wisp of smoke if he did. He shook his head as if to clear away a thought.

It was so quiet I could hear the harshness of my breathing. His scent of spices and lime and a hint of something else filled the air, expansive and intoxicating.

“We have to be quick,” I reminded, in a shaky voice.

Taking my chin in his hand he stroked his thumb across the soft skin of my lips, rubbing away my lip gloss. I was completely powerless under his touch. He leaned forward and kissed me, stealing my breath from me. He took his time, quietly but potently, sucking softly on my bottom lip. I was already melting when his tongue slid in. It teased mine, sucking and stroking, lush and heated, nearly driving me out of my mind.

My body pushed against him, needing his body to be glued to mine. In response, his arm snaked around me, drawing me so close, that my breasts were pressed tight against the hardness of his chest. My clit had swelled and the sensation was almost excruciatingly intense.

"Jeans," he growled as his hands reached down to grab my ass. “Why do women love wearing these horrible garments so much?”

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