The world didn’t stop. No…that would have been too merciful. Instead, it twisted and narrowed, pulling me into a realm I couldn’t escape.
I drank her in. She was exquisite, absolutely captivating. I had no choice but to study her, capture her in every shade and stroke, just to make sense of what the fuck she was doing to me. And even then, I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
She must have noticed my somewhat primal and obsessive gaze, and we made brief eye contact before she looked away.It made me even harder… Iwantedher to feel vulnerable. Iwantedher to know I was solely looking at her. That she had my attention, no one else.
Once she began to speak, I could barely control myself. Her voice was fucking lovely, like the voice of an angel. I’d wondered what she’d sound like, crying my name and moaning for my neighbors.
She continued the tour, and soon, we entered a conference room. Standing behind her, I leaned down slightly and practically trembled at her scent. Lavender, honey, and a hint of vanilla… She made me feel so fucking feral it was almost unreal. She was absolutely mouthwatering.
As she noticed me once again, she looked up and over her shoulder to be met with my gaze. She seemed so innocent, her mind possibly racing at what I could be thinking.
Her deep brown eyes, gentle and sinister at the same time. They were the key to seeing her determination, though there was a doe-like essence to them, one that revealed the vulnerable tenderness and kindness with her. I could easily imagine them filling with pleasurable tears.
She was taller than most women, standing at 5’7”, around 5’10” in heels, but I still easily towered over her with my 6’4” frame.
She did her best to ignore me throughout the meeting, and I couldn’t blame her. My eyes had never left her from the second I’d noticed her. Her hair, dark brown, almost black, luscious waves fell to her mid back… begging for me to wrap it around in a fist as I took her from behind. Her lips, willingly taking my cock, allowing me to cum down her throat. Her thighs, using them as my own handles as I fuck her little cunt…I was slowly beginning to lose it for sure.
The meeting was a blur. I didn’t give a shit about the terms, the contract, the money. I was too busy memorizing her. The slope of her neck. The way her lips parted slightly when she was thinking. The way her pulse fluttered when she could no longer ignore my gaze.
By the time it was over, everyone else was moving, filing out. But she stayed behind… and naturally, so did I.
She was startled by my lingering presence for a moment but spoke nonetheless. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.”
I stuck my left hand out for her to shake as I greeted her formally. “Beckham Garcia… Clearly, you are Rosenna Hart.”
Her eyes hesitated as they glanced down, probably debating whether or not touching me would be a mistake.
Slowly, she slipped her hand in mine as she kept her composure, a small grin coming to her face… though I could tell she felt the sensation, the slight spark between our hands that complemented the sexual tension that was slowly beginning to build. “It’s nice to finally be acquainted.”
Fucking hell, she was so soft. Warm.
My hand moved before I could stop it as I unintentionally ran my thumb over her wedding ring that most likely wouldn’t be there for much longer.I wonder how easily I’d be able to slip it off.
She inhaled sharply.
We both looked down for a moment before she quickly pulled her hand away and turned back to what she was doing.
My hand twitched as irritation flickered through me.Why the fuck was she pulling away?
For a moment, I’d almost give in to my hungry thoughts, but I had to reel it in.
Nothing aboutthiswas natural…shewasn’t fucking natural. She wasethereal.The kind of beauty that didn’t belong in this world, the kind that made men like me reckless. Every breath of her, every glance, was a slow unraveling of my control. I’d just met her, and already, I fucking needed her.
Not fucking natural.
Leaning in more, I took another deep breath.Fuck, that scent…I swore I could taste it.
She went to step back, and I unconsciously placed my hand on the small of her back. She looked up at me through her eyelashes, and I couldn’t look away. Why would I?
The shared look in the silence between us spoke volumes. This tension that was building surely wasn’t one-sided.
Unintentionally, my hand seemed to press into her spine, almost like I wanted to feel her against my touch.
Once again, the thought of her under me plagued my mind. The thought of possessing her mind and body was all I could think about.
“Rosenna, would you be so kind as to help me escort our guests out?”her assistant said in a hurry from the door, and I quickly pulled away as I tried to compose myself. Not trusting myself any longer, I wordlessly left the room and exited the building without looking back.
My jaw clenched, fingers twitching at my sides. I felt her on my skin, her scent, her presence… It should have been enough. But it wasn’t.
