Free Twisted by Christa Simpson

hungry, setting off a fire through my blood
stream.  His excitement felt as sharp as my own, jabbed hard against my belly. 
I let out a gentle moan and my eyes suddenly popped open, fear colliding with
all the other emotions swirling in the warm air.  I could feel Edwin's smile on
my lips.
    "It's okay baby, no one can hear us in here," he
breathed.
    He nudged my lips apart and it was like a live wire tapped
into my heart.  His mouth felt amazing, his kiss incredibly arousing, the
sounds a tornado of echoes in my head.  The sound of the rustling of my clothes
under his hands, his tongue sucking on mine, his lips smacking against me,
alarmed my overactive brain.  Really?  Is this amusing to you?  Two can play
that game.
    I lowered my feet to the floor, reached my hand down and
grabbed the rod protruding from his pants.  Edwin gasped with enthusiasm and
pressed himself deeper into my grasp.  Controlling him like a manual
transmission, I sucked on his upper lip and tugged on his lower one with my
teeth.
    "Mmm," he groaned, finding my warm delicate skin.
    I tilted my head so he'd have better access to my exposed neck
and he wasted no time working his magical lips.  My hand was clutched in his
hair, holding him firmly against me.  It felt so good I wanted to scream out. 
Stifling those feelings only caused my arousal to rage even hotter.  I dug my
nails into his light suit jacket and he squeezed me even closer, as his mouth
covered mine, his hand slipping inside my panties.
    When I thought a dry hump would be enough to send me over the
edge, someone stopped just outside our door, putting an abrupt end to my rise. 
I turned toward the door and froze in place, breath on hold, while Edwin
continued to devour me.
    "Do you know where I might find Abigail?" Owen
asked.
    Edwin stopped mid-nibble, as a loud gasp of horror escaped
me.  He cupped his free hand over my mouth, buffering the sound, as we both
stood in place like statues.
    "Sorry Owen, I don't.  She was just in the kitchen a few
minutes ago, maybe she's on break.  I'll let her know you're looking for her if
I see her," Taylor said.
    If we got caught, we would be screwed in every sense of the
word.  My head started to feel light.  Then I realized I was still holding my
breath under Edwin's heavy hand.  I struggled to break free from him, but he
barely lightened his hold on me.  We both held our stillness until an entire
minute passed, and even then I was still too scared to make a sound.
    Edwin let out a sigh of relief.  "Breathe," he
whispered, smiling as he retrieved his hand from my pants and flicked on the
light switch.
    After holding my breath so long I thought I might pass out, I
gasped for air.  "Do you really think this is funny?" I whispered.  My
arousal was quickly substituted with anger.
    Edwin didn't answer, but he also couldn't wipe his
unregulated smile from his face.  He caught my chin and gave me a soft kiss,
easing my anger oh so slightly, though any amount of affection wasn't going to
be enough to take away all of my anxiety right now.
    "I think that might be our warning," I said softly,
eyes still closed.
    "Yeah, I suppose it is," Edwin agreed.
    I relaxed, trying to steady my ragged breathing, and I
reopened my eyes so they could adjust to the bright white light.
    "Pull yourself together woman; seducing me like that,
and at the office no less.  It's just not right," he teased.
    I slapped him on the shoulder and flashed him a dirty look,
though I couldn't help but be amused by his harmless antics.  "Go straight
to your office," I ordered.  And after adjusting his tie, I passionately
kissed him off, knowing full well it'd be the last until tonight.  "Oh,
and Edwin?  Don't blow it."
    He smiled anxiously and my heart fluttered.  "Here goes
nothing," he said.  With a quick rise and fall of his brows, he strolled
casually out of the room.
    I closed the door behind him, refusing to head out together. 
After waiting another long minute,