A smile had taken my lips upon my entry into the office. With memories of last night flashing into my head, I couldn't help but flush as those thoughts went englobing me.
"You pull me, Jane"
I remembered those words so well, with those strong eyes holding mine, that was all but out to melt me.
"Mr Holden requests your presence in his office" The words had me spinning around only to meet Adalynn with a blank face, eyes peering on at me.
For such a bright day, she seemed as grumpy as ever. With eyes looking me up and down, they threatened to tear at my skin.
"Get going, Jane. When the director requests you. You shouldn't freeze on your feet, looking all lost" She let out, right before pulling away.
***
"How was your night?"
Those eyes held onto mine so well, with figure drawing closer, I felt all the warmth that came clutching at my chest.
"It was good"
His gaze only stared blankly at me, eyes skimming every bit of my profile.
"It was good.....or it was good to you?"
A smile threatened to tug at my lips, but that would only be feeding his already fed ego, now. So I did what I knew how to do best. Lie.
"It wasn't like any I hadn't encountered. It was okay"
I watched him draw nearer, a scoff leaving his lips at my utterance.
"You asked me not to stop" His voice was low, breath hitting my face.
"And even when the security guard came banging at the door, asking if all was well due the cries which had managed to disturb the peace of the night, you asked me not to turn away"
"Those cries were yours, begging me not to let go" His hands went wrapping my waist, firm arms soon pulling me closer to his chest.
He didn't have to go expatiating, I got his message so well.
"So when I go enquiring how your night was, please don't lie to me"
His gaze lingered for a lasting moment, those eyes earning my warded off attention.
Those smile lines which grew at the corners of his mouth every now and then, did everything to me.
From my lips growing into a smile, to my eyes relaxing in those soft ones of his.
I saw the amusement held on that face, through the corners of my eyes. That profile never letting go of my form, holding onto me so well, and in a second, he had pulled forward.
"Jane"
When I heard that voice calling my name last night, I imagined it was only the effect of the pleasure I got, but now hearing it brush past his lips, brought back every glee I felt last night.
It was just something about the way my name rolled off his lips, the calm that followed.
His hands had reached for my jaw tilting it up slowly, and in a second, he had crashed his lips onto mine, hands ripping the shirt that protected my bare body.
I pushed backwards in my heels, right the minute he lifted my figure off the floor, taking me to the couch at a corner of the room.
My fingers went tugging at his jacket, the delight filling his eyes while I unbuttoned his shirt.
Body arched at the touch of his lips against my chest, with hands grappling my breasts, he trailed kisses all the way to my belly.
The breaths were pouring out even faster.
Those breaths of mine, while soft grey eyes rested in my gaze, holding on so well.
My lips had managed to find their way to his, with fingers ruffling his hair, while those low sounds which emitted from his lips, rushed every warmth to my chest.
He had pulled me to his torso, fingers teasing around my thighs, and just when he brought his lips in between that area, did the door burst open, and next followed the form of a lady.
Left shaken at the barge-in, I pushed myself to better composure, hands pulling my skirt over my thighs, while Kristoffer had at once spun around to the figure that had waltzed into his office.
"Mother?"
The drop of his words cracked the silence in the room, with the tension soon pushing on.
Gaze peering back at the profile of the woman before me, I was left to behold that expression which was similar to that of one who had just encountered a ghost.
Her jaw dropped, eyes gaping on at the sight.
While her eyes shifted between the figure of her son to mine, I was left with a dried throat, hands pulling my ripped shirt even tighter to my unclad chest.