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The conversation was brisk but vital as we discussed details and potential strategies to move my project forward. As I hung up the phone, a sense of accomplishment filled me. However, that feeling was quickly overshadowed by the realization that Elizabeth was still there.
With a deep breath, I walked back into the office.
"Elizabeth," I called softly.
As I spoke, I found myself drawn to her, the magnetic pull between us more potent than ever.
Without thinking, I closed the remaining distance between us and gently took her in my arms.
Her breath caught, her eyes widening with surprise.
"Alexander," she purred, her voice soft and vulnerable.
For a moment, the world around us faded away, leaving only the sensation of her in my arms and her taste on my lips. And as we finally pulled away, I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of regret or hesitation.
But all I saw was a surprise and something else — a spark of emotion mirrored, perhaps surpassed, my own.
"Elizabeth," I whispered, my voice filled with intensity and longing.
Her eyes held mine, her breath slightly uneven.
"Alexander, I... I can't."
I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "I know, Elizabeth."
She sighed, her fingers lightly touching her lips as if still feeling the ghost of our kiss.
I smiled gently, my heart aching with longing and restraint.
As we stood there, the reality of the situation settled in. We're both caught in a complex web of emotions, our desires conflicting with what is practical in our lives.
But at that moment, none of that seemed to matter.
Elizabeth's eyes met mine again, a mixture of vulnerability and determination shining within them.
"Alexander, we can't do this."
I nodded in agreement, my fingers lightly grazing her cheek.
"You're right, Elizabeth. We can't."
And yet, as the night air whispered around us, I moved closer to her; her lips said we couldn't, but the rest of her body said yes.
I took another step and brushed a lock of hair from her face.
"Can I kiss you again?"
I watched her swallow, and her lips parted slightly, invitingly. She nodded her head, probably unsure of what to say.
I kissed her again, this time with less tenderness and a promise of something more.
Smooth as vanilla, her skin invited my touch, and a smile as sweet as the doughnuts we devoured graced her lips.
She drew me closer, and I savored her feminine scent as it enveloped me. Her warm and soft lips devoured mine, and my hands explored her back, sending tingles across her skin.
A feather-light touch of my tongue ignited a shiver, awakening primal desires within her, evident in the moans that broke out of her mouth.
She opened her eyes to meet my gaze. The intensity of our desire filled my thoughts like a tidal wave. My hunger for her was evident.
