Page 48 of A Temporary Forever

Because I see her checking me out. I notice the stolen glimpses and eye-fucking when she thinks I’m not watching.

The elevator dings and the door slides open, and I’m met with… fuck my life… an eyeful of a leggings-clad ass. A magnificent, begging to be kneaded and spanked ass.

She’s in a forward bend for a glimpse of a moment. Too short to admire fully, but unfortunately—or luckily?—long enough to sear the vision into my mind. My cock strains against the zipper of my pants.

In a fluid, wavy move, she stands up, her weight supported on her legs. Fuck, she’s strong. And flexible.

“Mon dieu, I didn’t know you were coming home now.”

She spins around, jumping backward and almost falling down the one step that separates the vast entrance hall from the living room.

I leap forward and snake my arms around her waist, jerking her to me. Her soft body molds to mine, and there’s no way she doesn’t feel the steel rod in my pants.

“It’s my home, black swan,” I grit.

Shooting daggers from her eyes, she lifts her chin. “I’m well aware.”

Her arms flailed up in the almost fall and landed on my shoulders. We stand there in the spontaneous embrace with my cock between us.

My cock that is dancing in recognition of its closeness to a woman’s body. Or is it this particular woman?

Celeste swallows.

She blinks.

She licks her lips.

All her motions, even the invisible ones, prime my senses, and make me want to spin her around and bend her over my sofa. Or at least kiss the shit out of her.

But I’m not a caveman. And if I keep repeating thatto myself, I might not act like one.Mightbeing the operative word here.

“You were dancing.” I state the obvious because apparently blood to my lower regions means no oxygen to my brain.

She widens her eyes, stifling a smile. “You’re a genius.”

“I’d call it observant,” I deadpan. “But call me a genius if those are your standards.”

She snorts and then swallows the laughter, stepping back, shocked that she showed me her genuine amusement.

Only she miscalculates how close we are to the stairs and almost tumbles down. Again.

And again, I pull her to me, and this time I scoop her up.

“Stop it. What are you doing?”

That’s what I’m wondering as well.

She kicks her legs, but wraps her hands around my neck.

“I’m going to place you on the sofa, because clearly you are a danger to yourself. The last thing I need is to take care of you when you break your leg.”

“But I’m heavy. You’ll throw your back.”

I stop, scowling at her. Heavy? My problem is she feels too good in my arms. “Hush, woman, and let me make sure you’re safe.”

I’m about to lower her to the sofa, but my cock still commands my brain, and instead, I plop down and settle her on my lap.

And now that perfect ass is rubbing my already interested member that grows harder still.

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