Free Romance: The Betrayal: Romantic Suspense With A Bizarre Twist by Melody Hall Page B

and she saw a fury in his eyes.  She looked down at the picture.  “I think it’s Troy.”
    He looked back to the picture and slowly nodded.  “I’ll be damned.”
    “If he was there and saw the affair happening before his eyes, he could have gotten jealous.  There is just something about him that…”
    “Doesn’t feel right,” he finished her sentence.
    “You feel it, too?”
    He nodded, “I just don’t want to jump to conclusions, but this is a very good start.”  She stepped back from him, needing a breather.  He stood up and turned to her, “Thank you for listening today and Monday we’ll try to dig deeper into figuring out the truth.”  He moved closer to her and she thought she saw that his eyes moved to her lips briefly.
    “I think I’m going to head for the day.  You alright with that?”
    He started to nod, but then his lips went down to hers and he kissed her.  She pulled away, not knowing what she wanted.  His eyes remained connected to hers.  “I’m messed up, no good…” he started.
    “I know…me too,” she whispered.
    However, that didn’t stop the notion that she wanted to feel his body against hers.  “Sexual encounters at work are never a good idea.”
    She nodded, “I know…” before she could get anything else out, she felt his hand snake around her neck and he was pulling her back into another kiss.  “Hm…” she moaned.  “Wait…” she breathlessly spoke, breaking from the passionate embrace.  “Are we even thinking this over?”
    He shook his head moving closer to her and putting his hands on her blouse.  “We’re being irrational.  Just go for it.  He ripped the shirt from her body and it fell to the floor.  His lips went to her neck, while her hands went to his shirt, removing it from the confinement of his dress pants.  She started off tediously undoing button after button, but then knew that she needed to move the show on the road.  She busted open his shirt, the way that he had busted open hers.  Her hands trailed down his chest, while he continued to kiss her neck.  She arched her back, sighing against his kisses.  His hands went behind her back, as he slowly removed her bra.  Her breasts pressed hard against his bare chest.
    Her hands went to his pants and she quickly removed it from him.  It fell to the floor and he kicked them off.  Then his hands went to his boxers and she drug them down his legs, while his hands tweaked her nipples.  She eyed his erection, salivating at the sight.  His hands slowly slid down her stomach and then wrapped around her back.  He undid the zipper to her skirt and it fell to the floor.  His hands went to her panties and he looped his fingers through them, tugging them off of her body.  Before she had time to comprehend the next move, she felt him lifting her into his arms and laying her down on the floor.  Their lips met, his tongue dipping inside her mouth.  As their tongues clashed together, his hands continued to massage her breasts, gently feeling each part of her sensitive skin.
    As his cock was about to enter her, he pulled back.  “Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he groaned, starting to regress.
     
    She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her.  “I’m on the pill,” she whispered, as their lips met and his cock penetrated her.  “Ugh…” she groaned, arching her back, but not breaking from the kiss.   He pounded in her, with each deliberate move. 
     
    As each thrust turned hard, she was forced to part from the kiss.  “Ugh…Oh God…yes…” she whimpered, barely able to get the words out, it felt so good.  As one arm continued being wrapped around him, her other arm fell down to her side and she tried desperately to grab anything to hold onto, finally choosing for a leg to his chair.  Her hips bucked against his. 
    He crashed against her, with a hunger that she never endured.  “Oh God…yes…yes…” he cried, pressing harder to her core.