"I want to kiss you and make you feel better," I whispered after a while.
"I hate playing games, Eli." Armand's voice was laced with frustration.
"If you are unhappy, it's my job to make you feel better" I asserted.
Armand leaned over and kissed me. The first kiss was short and clumsy but sweet. Until I opened my mouth to speak, and he took the opportunity and pushed in the second kiss, hungry and devouring.
There are no halves, no hesitations, no uncertainties. Armand took what he wanted and delivered it. I groaned into his mouth as he licked me, and my heart thumped rapidly on my chest as his arms went around me.
When we ended the kiss, I whispered seductively "Armand, why are you unhappy mmh? After everything that I have told you about me and even given myself to you, you are throwing a tantrum and being jealous because Mark was in my office?"
"I am not jealous," He declared. "I was angry and furious."
