Page 20 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

She’s consumed me for three years, my mind constantly filled with thoughts of her. It’s as if she’s cast some kind of spell over me, one I hope never breaks. I can’t get her out of my head, no matter how hard I try. Although, if I’m being honest, I don’t really want to.

But thoughts of the curvy vixen will have to wait, as I need to focus on my designs. Though that’s an impossible task when all I can think about is our first kiss and wondering when the three of us can get her back to Club Sin. She has no idea the things we want to do to her, how we want to push her mind and her body and test her limits. Fuck, I bet she’s gorgeous when she comes for us, screaming our names while we fill all her holes.

Knowing I won’t be able to focus at the moment, I stand and exit my drawing room. I jog down the stairs of my penthouse and walk to the kitchen, pouring myself another cup of coffee. It’s after 9:00 pm, but I need a jolt of caffeine to keep me going. These designs are due tomorrow and I need to look through the images that my team submitted before forwarding them to our client.

So far, they’re not great. The colors are too bright, the language isn’t clear, and it’s too hard on the eyes. I know I’m being picky, but that’s my job. I review everything before it’s sent to a client, especially one so important. I’ve already spent three hours trying to fix the issues, but it feels as if my head is about to split open, and I need a break. I sip the hot liquid, willing my body to relax, and the aroma of the coffee alone is enough to release the tension in my neck and shoulders.

Just as I’m about to head back upstairs, my alarm beeps and the front door opens. I freeze, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants, as Selena waltzes into my home. Her gaze lands on my bare chest and her pretty mouth drops open. I can’t help the smile that lifts the corners of my lips as I let her look her fill.

“See something you like?” I tease her.

“Yes. I mean no!” she blurts and I smirk at her.

“So you don’t like what you see? Because the blush of your cheeks says otherwise.” Her cheeks flame hotter and I chuckle. “What are you doing here?“ Not that I mind one bit.

She lifts two brown paper bags and grimaces. “I forgot to drop off your groceries earlier.” She doesn’t wait for my response before she joins me in the kitchen.

“That could’ve waited until tomorrow.”

“Maybe. But I’ve noticed you don’t take care of yourself when you’re on a deadline. The least I could do was make sure you were fed and hydrated, because you’ll do no one any good if you’ve starved to death.”

I rub my chiseled abs, drawing her attention. “I think I’m far from starving, baby. Well… at least not for food.”

Her face blooms with a pretty shade of pink. But she brushes it off with a shake of her head and a coy smile as she pulls out an array of fruit, vegetables, meat, and some other necessities before placing them inside the refrigerator. I watch her flit around my kitchen—she’s been here several times before—and my chest warms at how relaxed she is in my home. More like a girlfriend and not like an assistant.

She catches me gawking at her. “What? Did I forget something?”

“I’m waiting for you to kiss me. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when you get home?”

“But this isn’t my home, Brody.” She tries to suppress her smile, telling me she’s pleased with the idea.

“It could be if you wanted it to be,” I confess.

“Maybe we should try walking before running.”

“Maybe you should be more reckless instead of always being so rational.” I take the bag of apples from her hand and shove it in the fridge before tugging her supple body against mine. Shebraces her smooth palms on my chest and an electric current zips down my spine. “Now, give Daddy a kiss.”

Her heart rapidly beats against mine while she tentatively nibbles her lower lip. Then, she rises on the balls of her feet and cranes her neck to reach my mouth. “There,” she proclaims after a brief peck. “Happy now?”

I grind my hard cock against her, showing her how much she turns me on. “Not even close, baby.” I crush my lips onto hers, demanding she let me in as my mouth fills with her sweet taste. My head grows light while I devour her until she slaps my bare chest, pulling back and looking flushed.

“Wait, did you finish the designs?” she asks, and I groan. “I’ll take that as a no.” She steps out of my arms and I hate how empty they feel now.

“It’s coming along,“ I assure her.

“Coming along isn’t the same thing as being done. I’m going to leave so you can get back to work. I shouldn’t have distracted you.”

She turns on her heel and I reach out to grab her wrist. “Wanna help?“ I ask, desperate to keep her here for a while longer.

“Brody, I can’t do what you do. I’ll only slow you down and get in the way.”

“Actually, you can give me a consumer’s perspective.” She appears skeptical, so I continue. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Pardon?“ She gapes, looking perplexed now.

“You heard me. Favorite color?”

Selena hesitates before finally indulging me. “It’s pink.”

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