Our lips meet for the first time. It is electric. The soft warmth of her lips; the feeling of our bodies pressed together; her head tilted back slightly; our souls blending together. I slide my hands to her upper arms and press her back against the wall. She lets out a moan that lets me know she longed for this.
We are in a conference room with the door closed but there are no locks. It is 10 in the morning on a workday. She had indicated yesterday that she might desire a kiss. I’m fully in tune with the way she communicates, and had actually planned to bring her here and kiss her before she mentioned it. We have both privacy, and the risk of someone walking in. Something that causes a thrill for both of us.We always seem to be on the same page. Racing…
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