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Melissa remains on the spot, speechless. I come in behind her, placing my hands on her waist.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

She turns to me. There are tears in her eyes.

My hands on the curve of her hips, I gaze into her wet eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

Panting, she licks her lips. I tilt my head and seal my mouth over hers. Her lips are soft on mine. I try to deepen the kiss, my tongue probing her lips, and she opens up, her tongue stroking mine. I taste her in long licks.

My hands tighten on her hips, and as if in response, she strokes my hair with her hands, pulling me closer. I growl, sliding my tongue across hers even fiercer. The raging beat of her heart vibrates against my chest.

I pin her against a wall. My right hand lifts her leg from the slit of her dress, caressing the smooth skin of her thighs.

This is happening. I’m locked in a deep kiss with Melissa, a woman I’m older than by probably a decade, who I’m spying on, and my best friend's sister.

Releasing a heavy breath, I withdraw from her. “I’m sorry. I still have some things to do.”

Straightening my clothes, I walk away, not looking back.

What am I doing? What’s come over me?”

Melissa is important to my aim. In an effort to get closer to her, I’m going the extra mile. Of course, this is all a means to an end, or so I thought.

Now, we’ve crossed the barrier, going physical. Memories of the kiss linger in my mind. Stepping back into the hall, with people engaged in idle chatter around me, I head for the banquet session, where I sit.

A server approaches. “Do you need anything, sir?”

“Yes, please. A cup of wine.”

Chapter 12

Melissa

Asirenwailsinthe distance, its shrilling sound piercing my thoughts. On the highway, one of many in the city, a flood of yellow taxis, buses, and cars of all shapes and sizes are all parked and squeezed together like sardines in different lines stretching miles on end.

Fortunately, I’m at the vanguard of one such line, waiting for the traffic light to turn green.

On a normal morning, I’d be on my phone or humming to music playing from my car’s speaker.

Not today.

My fingers drum on the steering wheel as I wait. Friday plays on my mind once more.

Richard’s surprise during the party was wonderful. I’ve never seen anything like it. The kaleidoscopic arrangement of stained glass art, color, and lighting was like something out of a painting.

What fails to leave my mind, however, is what he did afterward.

Richard and I kissed. His kiss carried a passion … ahunger.I didn’t realize I wanted to kiss him so badly as well until Friday. I buried myself in the moment, forsaking all thought and doubt.

God, I wanted so bad for him to take me there and then.

My lust sends pangs of alarm, shrilling through my body.

The incessant honking of car horns brings me back. The green light reflects on my windscreen.

“Hey! Drive, for God’s sake!”

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