Free All I Want - a Tryst With a Twist by S. L. Scott Page B

here.”
    “I get to work around noon and work until ten. Yeah, it must be the different schedules.”
    They climbed the rest of the stairs to the apartment and went inside. Lawson liked the hominess of the small place , but also noticed the room lacking something very important. “No Christmas tree?”
    Christina tossed her keys down on the console by the door then slid her coat down her arms.  “No, unfortunately. I don’t have a lot of spare money this year, and my family can’t afford to help out.” She hung her coat on a hook on the back of the door then walked into the kitchenette.
    “You’re always at the lot looking at the trees though?” He hoped his confession that he had seen her there on countless occasions wouldn’t turn her off. He shed his own coat and hung it on the empty hook next to hers.
    With coffee mugs in hand, she stopped what she was doing, slowly turned around, and asked, “So, you’ve seen me?”
    “I’ve, uh, noticed you at Wonderland a few times,” he said, knowing he was busted, but trying to play it off.
    She set the mugs on the counter, walked over, and, stopped right in front of him. “Just a few times?”
    He could feel the heat emanating from her closeness and wanted more. She was like the sun on a cold winter’s day. He took a step closer, needing more of that warmth, suddenly needing more of her, the woman that was so unaware of her beauty and what it did to him. He gulped. “You’re really beautiful.” Taking a chance, he stole one more step between them, closing the gap. Finally, taking her by the hands, hands that were stil l chilly from the walk home, he leaned into her.
    With her eyes closed, she waited, lips slightly parted. He knew she thought he was going to kiss her and could tell that she really wanted him to. Instead, he whispered, “You’re incredibly sexy, too.”
    …
    All of the fantasies she had of him were about to be realized, so she took a deep breath, and molded her body against his as the warmth of his breath covered her neck. That combined with his voice and smell, shot straight to the center of her existence. She turned and found his mouth, taking him, forthright.
    As they showed just how attracted they were to each other, Lawson’s thumb grazed across a ring on her left finger; the solitary diamond alerting him to her marital status.
    She held her breath, waiting for his reaction.
    “You’re married?” he asked, his tone revealing his shock.
    Not wanting to hide the truth, she nodded. “I should’ve told you.”
    “Why? W-why did you invite me here?” he stammered, confused.
    “I want you . I’ve wanted you since the first time I ever saw you. I shouldn’t, but I do. He’s controlling and unreasonable.” Losing all sense of self, she spewed any reason she could think of to help convince him to stay and make love to her. “Possessive and …” She needed him like no other and couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving after having already tasted him.
    “I shouldn’t be here—”
    “I know you want me as much as I want you,” She beckoned him, fisting his shirt and pulling him even closer. “Don’t think about the consequences. Just think about the here and now.” She laid a kiss on his chin, her lips staying put.
    “I shouldn’t be doing this…” After a too long and very uncomfortable pause, he took a deep breath, grabbed her by the waist, seeming to throw caution to the wind, and said, “Ah, fuck it!”
    She wrapped her hands around his neck as if holding him in place; neither of them wasting any more time. Their lips united as if made for the other. The rhythm of their tongues circled and swirled becoming needier as they worked each other into a frenzied sexual state.
    Christina’s body slid in a small gyration against his erection, and she knew she had gotten to him. He was all hers now. Without losing contact with her mouth, he walked her backwards to the nearest hard surface, a column that divided the kitchen