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Heads shift from left to right as hushed voices carry around the room. I stop, my gaze fixates on only one person and he’s staring back at me, his expression stoic. So, I make one last ditch effort. To let him know I’m all in. All I want is him. He’s all I ever wanted. My heart knew that the first time we kissed. “And all I want is a second chance to make everything right. But most of all, I’m sorry.” He stands there motionless, as if he’s a statue, his expression blank.
My hand holding the microphone drops to my side as my gaze casts downward, feeling defeated. After what feels like hours, the sound of a single person clapping echoes in the quiet room. Then a second clap, a third, and a fourth. Soon enough, the entire room is clapping. When I look up, Seth is storming up the stairs to the stage. I turn toward him, his face still expressionless. Once he’s a few short strides from me, the corners of his lips tip up into a smile. Within seconds, his hands clutch my cheeks as his lips collide with mine. It’s a kiss laced with fury and passion. Months of emotions spill out of us in this one moment. The roar of the crowd below us diminishes as my only thoughts are of Seth. The microphone tumbles from my grip and drops to the stage with a clatter. My arms wrap around Seth’s neck until I’m threading my fingers through his soft locks. I never want to let him go.
Slowly, Seth breaks the kiss but doesn’t let me go. “You know, you can’t hide this anymore because everyone just saw us kiss.”
Heat blasts across my chest and up to my cheeks when realization hits me that everyone just witnessed that kiss. But I don’t care anymore. I press my swollen lips together until I can’t hide the smile that covers my face and I look up into his bright green eyes. “Good, because I want everyone to know that you picked me.” Seth’s eyes glint before his lips tip up into a smile. Within seconds, his lips are on mine again, but this kiss is much quicker.
More hoots and hollers from the crowd pull us from our tender moment. Seth removes his hands from my cheeks and wraps one around my waist, holding me tight. We both turn toward the crowd and Seth bends down to pick up the microphone. He waves his hand holding the mic in the air and the crown quiets down. He looks down at me before turning and addressing everyone. “From me and my family I want to personally thank everyone for making this such an amazing event. We were devastated when we got the news that The Lilith House burned down. To have a community that rallied around us is an amazing feeling. And I have to thank Parisa for putting all this together. I have no words besides thank you.”
I look up to Seth while he looks down at me, a tear pricks the corner of his eye and I give him a small smile.
His arm still wrapped around my waist squeezes me before he turns back toward the crowd. “And Parisa is right, everyone deserves a second chance and I’m so thankful The Lilith House gets theirs. But now, if you’ll excuse us, we have some other unfinished business to attend to.”
The crowd erupts again with a mix of clapping, whistling, and catcalls. Followed by someone yelling Hell yeah you do, which I can only assume is Trey. Seth lets go of my waist and grabs my hand. He tugs me along as he places the microphone back on the stand and drags me off the stage, happy to go wherever he goes.
Thirty
About damn time
Seth
“We are not having sex in the bathroom of Porter’s again.” Parisa puts her heel into the floor jolting me back.
“Well shit. Where do we go then?” My eyes dart left and then right, finding the perfect spot. “Follow me.” Several feet down the hallway, we come to a partially closed door with a sign that reads Office hanging on the front. I push the door open and flick the light switch. The harsh florescent lights shine down almost killing the mood. Almost. Once Parisa’s inside, I shut the door and lock it. When I turn around, Parisa is watching my every move, a smile playing on her lips. She saunters up to me. The palms of her hands roam up my torso, across my chest, then she’s tugging on the straps of my suspenders. Her lips are mere inches away from mine. Lust fills her hazel eyes.
“So, you got me here, what are you going to do with me?” Her fingers play with the buttons on my shirt.
“I’m going to make this second chance count. Now, take off your dress.”
I take a step back and quickly take in my surroundings. There’s not much besides a desk and a few filing cabinets that line the back wall. I can work with a desk. Parisa reaches behind her and slowly slides the zipper down. I sidestep her while she undresses and begin moving the papers on the desk into neat piles and setting them off to the side.
“What are you doing? Are you cleaning Jake’s desk?”
“Look, it’s not my stuff. I don’t know if it’s important, so I don’t want to just throw it on the floor and cause a mess.”
“Seth, look at me.”
I glance over my shoulder, Parisa is standing there, her arms hugging her chest holding her dress up. Then she drops her arms, the dress cascades down her body and pools at her feet. Slowly, I turn around taking in the sight before me. She wearing nothing but a black silk thong and black heels. My gaze travels up her thighs, over her hips, and up her torso to her bare chest. The tips of her wavy auburn hair lays right above her hard, dusty rose nipples. Finally, my gaze stops on her beautiful oval face, and her plump lips that she’s currently nibbling on. I reach down and adjust my aching cock. “Now, you have five seconds to decide what you’re going to do before I lift that dress back up and walk out of here. What’s it going to be?”
I mumble a quick sorry Jake and make a mental note to tell him I’ll help clean it up later. Then I spin around and in one swipe I’m clearing everything off his desk. Papers flutter to the floor around me. I turn back around and in a few quick strides, I’m standing in front of her. Resting my hands on her hips, I turn her around and push her backward. Once the back of her thighs hit the edge of the desk, I lift her up, and she lets out a squeak as I set her on the desktop. With my palms splayed on top of the cool wood desk, I cage her in. Leaning in, I brush my nose against hers, breathing in her peach scent. “You make me do things I don’t want to do. But for you, I’ll do them.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, her lips are on mine. Her hands skate up my forearms and across my biceps until she reaches my shoulders. Then swiftly she’s tugging down my suspenders. I move my arms so the straps fall to my sides. With our lips still fused together, Parisa makes quick work of removing my bow tie and unbuttoning my shirt. She breaks our kiss for a brief moment once she reaches the waistband of my pants and I help her with the process. I release the button of my slacks and they fall to my feet. Parisa peels my shirt from my shoulders, down my arms, until it drops to the floor. My hands run up her thighs as goosebumps cover her skin. Once I reach her waist, I tug her forward so she’s right on the edge of the desk. I bring my hands to the front of her and trail a finger down her slit. Her head falls back, and she spreads her legs wider.
“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already so wet for me.” I rub circles on her clit, applying a little more pressure each turn.
“Seth. Shit. That feels so good.”
I run my finger down through her wetness until I find her opening. Slowly, I slide my finger inside. Past one knuckle, then stop when I reach the second. A moan escapes Parisa’s lips as I pull my finger out and repeat the motion. Her hips slowly buck into my hand, like she wants more so I give it to her. When I pull my finger out, I plunge back in adding a second finger. After a few pumps in and out, I add a third. I bend down and swirl my tongue around her erect nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Parisa brings her hand up, fingers combing my hair at the back of my head.
“Oh, Seth! Don’t stop! I’m going to come!” Parisa’s moans grow louder with each pump of my fingers. I bite down on her nipple, and she explodes. Her pussy contracts around my fingers as she rides out her orgasm. Her hand that was in my hair flies to her mouth as she attempts to muffle her moans. I pull my fingers out, her juices glistening on my fingers. With hooded eyes, she watches as I bring them up to my mouth and suck off her wetness. The taste of her makes my cock even harder, if that was possible. Reaching down, I grab my throbbing dick and rub the swollen head up and down her slit. Parisa sits up to watch. Before I push into her it, hits me.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom. Why do we always end up like this?” I rest my forehead against hers.
“Oh.” She’s silent for a moment before speaking, “You can pull out.”
“You’re not worried about getting pregnant?”
“You are the only guy I want to be with. So, if it happens, it happens.” Her bright, doe-like eyes meet mine.
Parisa pregnant with my child...Something about that vision puts a smile on my face. “Fuck. I love you.”
