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Checkmate

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Homewrecker Series. Part 2

The beauty of seduction comes from how it makes something wrong and immoral feel so real, so beautiful. It is the art before the chaos, the gain before losing it all.  

It has been a week since I have seen him. The man who was responsible for the cramps in every possible finger of mine. But what he doesn’t know is that Tanya always gets what Tanya wants. 

Since the baby shower, I noticed that Erica was struggling to keep up with baby duties. So as the best friend I gave the idea of hiring a nanny and me interviewing one for her 

Tonight was my chance to see if the fire I saw in him a week ago is still there. The moment I entered the house I could see him relaxed on his sofa. Eyes shut and lips slightly apart. His long eyelashes touching his cheeks and the faint sound of him breathing. God knows how I controlled myself to not trace my fingers over those ever-inviting lips and not straddle him right away. But patience is a beautiful thing, I went ahead and put the kid to sleep and that’s when I heard shuffling in the kitchen downstairs. The beauty of men is their insomnia, a gamechanger for me.

 I made way downstairs and there he was in only his sweats, holy mother of god he was way sexier than I imagined. “Jeez it is hot in here ha?” I spoke up. He turned so fast I thought he was going to knock the air out of his lungs. He didn’t answer me just looked at me dead in the eye. And there it was, the fire, the want, it was all still there. He slowly gulped his remaining beer and wiped his mouth, oblivious to the fact he is shirtless, and I’m barely covered myself. “Can’t sleep?” he asks, and I reply with a simple nope. He nods and sits on one of the chairs, I slightly brush past him, knowing all too well that he’s checking me out. I reach for the beer in the fridge and I’m suddenly jerked back and forced into a hard tall embrace. I felt caged under his 6’2” frame. He looked at me like a starving animal in its primitive state, so hungry for love, so hungry to let it all go. I could sense his body heat, the little specs of sweat that looked much more inviting than the beer I was heading for. I look up to ask what’s wrong. “You are not legal yet are you?” and with all my spite I replied “For you to take me against this table, yes I am. For the beer? probably not”. He smirked a little before giving me a stern look again and just pushed away saying I can’t have any. “Please just one sip, I promise, I really want to try it Mr.Kline” I whisper shout. He looks back at me, having a mental debate with himself. 

He walks up to me and places two fingers under my chin to raise my head, and I slowly part my lips all the while directly looking at him. He slowly edges the bottle so that I can have a sip. His lips part too when I slightly lick my lips to take in the slipped droplets. I close my eyes to truly savor the earthy flavor and the aura of him standing in front of me. I open my eyes to see him still staring at me, his pupils dilated and fists tightly on his sides. I bite my lower lips to just give that last kick to send him over the edge, and it works like a piece of cake. Before I know it he dips in and his fingers that were once on my chin tightly grab my hair so that I bend up to match his height. His hands circling my waist. He leaves a trail starting from my jaw to my neck, circling back to the other side and leaving me with a fire of desire after each one. His deep breaths were just as heavy and luscious as I thought. It was a beautiful sight to watch, a man of power, feeling so helpless and giving it his all in this one moment like this was his only reason to live. “This was what you wanted that night, didn’t you?” He asks in the middle of treating me like his favorite meal. “You taste good” he mumbles against my lips. The pain in my neck and heels with all the stretching feels almost pleasurable. I slowly nudge and step back, buttoning up my top. 

He stood there, lips swollen, eyes confused and needy at the same time. “Thanks for the sip, I really enjoyed it” I quickly respond and walk back to my room. 

After all, building desire is what art of seduction is right? But for tonight all I can say is…. Checkmate. 

<< To be continued >>

– Penned by : DesiG

– Header art by: Photo by Mia Harvey on Unsplash

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