A Game Of Temptation

Sunlight from the window trickled into the room, resting directly on my face. I dragged the covers over my face, deciding to ignore it, then after a while, it clicked in my head that sunlight meant it was morning. Morning, which meant that I had to get to work.

Groaning, I pushed the sheets off and sat up on the bed, which sent a sharp ache up my centre. If I needed any reminder of what happened yesterday night, then that was it.

I was naked. I needed to have my bath and change into clothes suitable for work. A quick search in the room told me that my bag wasn’t in here. Then, I remembered that I had dropped it in the living room, along with my gown from yesterday night.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Sighing, I got up and walked out into the living room, dreading seeing the man that put my body in this state. What was his name again? Right, Alex.

I always hated the morning after a one night stand. It was uncomfortable and could easily be avoided if one person between the both of us had just left immediately after the sex. Last night, I had been in no condition to walk out of this room, and that was the only reason I had slept here, in his room, else I would have hightailed it to my room. It was just down the hall anyway.

And it wasn’t like I could have asked him to leave his own room. Sleeping in the living room alone, just because I had asked, was enough.

There was a huge man lump on one of the long couches in the living room. Alex. Drifting closer to him, I saw that he was still asleep. Enviably long black lashes rested on top of his cheekbone, his lips, full and pillowy in their state of rest. I fought the urge to bend down and kiss them.

Shaking my head hard to rid it of the insane thoughts that were suddenly bombarding it, I located my back on the ground not far from his leg and made to walk over and pick it up, when my eyes caught on the sparkling white kitchen island and the equally clean utensils. There was a coffee machine.

My eyes snagged on the coffee machine then trailed to Alex.

I really, really needed to get out of here. At least to avoid that morning after awkwardness, but I was already going to be late for work as it was. It wouldn’t hurt to just get myself a cup of coffee before I left.

Usually, if I couldn’t make a cup of coffee back at home, I stopped by at a store not far from my place of work to get one. So, really, this was a brilliant idea. Killing two birds with one stone.

I dropped my bag back down, walked around the island into the kitchen and straight to the coffee machine. I fixed myself two cups. One to-go, and the other, I proceeded to drink.

Leaning on the kitchen island, I crossed my legs at the ankles and took a sip. I groaned. It was almost as good as the sex I had last night. Okay, that might be pushing it a bit too far. Nothing came close to last night.

The man knew how to work my body, it was almost frightening. All through the night-because we went on for hours-he studied my expressions, watching to know what I liked and what I didn’t, not that there had been need for it anyway, because every single thing he did to my body, I loved it.

Before I could stop them, memories of last night assaulted me, flashing in my mind like a video slide. His head between my legs, how he ate me up ravenously like he needed more, how he felt throbbing inside me, his groans when he was nearing his release. My thighs clenched and suddenly, I was horny as hell. I was going to have to rub one out before leaving.

I sighed, resigning myself to my fate as I placed the cup back on the island, turning to leave. Big, warm hands stopped me, holding me in place. A full body shiver went through me. I didn’t even know that he had woken up. How come I didn’t hear him come into the kitchen?

“Don’t move. Stay just like that.” He said, his sexy morning voice causing me to grow wetter. “The view is unmatched.”

I was equal parts excited and frustrated. Excited that he had woken up before I left and that we were going to have sex again at least. I mean, come on, I was just going to get myself off in the bathroom when there was a prime piece of male specimen here that was more than capable of the task. But I was also frustrated because I had hoped to leave before he woke up. Now, it was going to be awkward.

He trailed kisses all over my shoulders, down my back, then pushed my hair over one shoulder and dropped wet kisses on my now exposed skin. Goosebumps broke out across my skin. They tended to do that when his mouth was anywhere near my body.

What was his infatuation with my neck and shoulders anyway?

Hating that I loved what he was doing to my body too much and that it was obvious to both him and me, I turned in his arms to face him(I might also have wanted to see his ridiculously good-looking face).

Staring into his face was like a sucker punch to the gut. It didn’t matter that I had looked at it a good number of times last night, it still made me feel breathless just like it did before. Maybe even worse now that I knew what it was like to feel his dick inside of me.

A hint of stubble was visible on his jaw, and involuntarily, I wondered what it would be like to feel them scratching on my thighs. They were going to leave marks, but only in the most delicious way.

Speaking of, I looked down, catching the marks that now adorned my breasts. Well, I had known that they were inevitable, hadn’t I?