Forty

I felt my smile shrink to dust, a frown crawling to replace its position on my face when we strolled into his room and I found a sea of papers littered around his work iPad and laptop on his desk. My earlier concern was validated. This man had been working since he got home despite his exhausted appearance.

I dropped his hand and folded my arms on my chest, letting him see my frown.

"What?" He asked, completely oblivious to my change of attitude.

"When was the last time you rested?"

"A few minutes..." He started to say but I cut him off from spilling the bullshit he was about to.

"I mean actual rest. Like six hours rest".

"Well technically, you sleep for six hours not rest for six hours". He laughed awkwardly but the laughter seized when he saw that I didn't join him. I wasn't joking here. His overworking had a tendency to put his health in danger. "I just have a lot of work to do".

I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his chest, looking him in the eyes. "But sleeping for the normal six hours won't hurt anybody. You know what will hurt someone instead? Not sleeping". Then, I shifted away from him to close all the papers. "As long as I'm here, you're resting tonight. No work. No screen. Nothing related to stress". I'd just leaned to shut his laptop when I felt something poking my ass followed by two strong arms curving around my waist. A smug smile formed around my lips. "I said nothing related to stress".

"Then why don't you do all the work?" He asked, his tone husky as his hand slipped beneath my robe to grab my bare thighs. A low breath left me at the contact. I'd missed his touch and every part of my body was reacting to it.

I straightened up and he spun me such that I was now facing him. "You're a wicked woman, do you know that?" He asked, untying the rope that held my robe together.

I could barely concentrate on the words he was saying as he started pushing my robe of my shoulders.

"Do you know that?"

I sent my eyes to his, watching his hooded ones as I gave a slight shake of my head. "How am I wicked?"

"You really come into my house when I say I won't touch you and swim naked in my pool. Isn't that wickedness?"

I wanted to tell him I didn't know he was awake but the tempting flame that burned inside me pushed back the words and brought out a sultry reply that charged up the tension. "Maybe I wanted you to touch me".

Our breaths hitched as my robe dropped to the ground and I almost shivered from the intensity of his gaze as they swept over my naked form in front of him.

His Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze lingered on the little patch of hair that covered my pussy before his eyes moved back to mine.

"I missed you".

The lust pushing through me made me a different woman. I didn't blush and smile at those words like I would normally do. Instead, I pushed away from him and moved to the bed. I held his curious gaze as I sat on the bed and then I slowly pushed my legs up, spreading them for his eyes.

His eyes widened at the sight before him. A look of wonder crossed his face, like he couldn't believe everything that was going on at this moment.

I couldn't believe I was doing this too. The only times I boldly seduced men was when I had a mask on. It was much more easier then because they couldn't see my face and it was much easier to act like it wasn't Tarila doing all of that but the Tease.

But here I was right now, without my mask, doing even worse than I ever did.

"Fuck". He muttered, brushing his hand on his face. "I don't deserve you".

Now, I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Any woman would feel powerful hearing a man like Mene Afeelo utter those words to her. Any woman would feel like she just moved a mountain.

I leaned on my shoulders to get a clearer view of him with my legs still spread apart. "Lucky you then". I winked at him and screamed with laughter when he rushed to me with the speed of lightning.

He placed his weight on his shoulders so he wouldn't crush me and a sigh of content escaped me as our bodies moulded together like pieces of a puzzle. I'd missed this so much.

My hands instinctively wrapped around his neck as our lips met, and my heart melted under the gentle pressure of his kiss. He was kissing me with the same care and intensity I knew he applied to crafting his designs.

I felt a brush of his finger against my clit and I whimpered as he pushed two of them inside me, stretching me slowly before fucking me with them in such a way that made my breasts bounce as my body moved with the movements of his fingers.

My eyes fluttered close and my hands shifted from his neck to hold onto his broad shoulders for leverage as I felt that delicious rush of pleasure grip my senses. It wasn't even up to two minutes and I was already close to climaxing.

"Eyes on me sweetheart". It wasn't his husky open that forced my eyes open, it was the loss of his fingers from where I wanted it the most. I didn't even have a chance to wonder what went wrong because the moment my eyes flew open and our gazes locked in an intimate haze, he drove into me with a force that made me scream.

Gone was the gentle Mene. This was the side of Mene I'd never encountered before and the craziest part? I think I loved this side of him as much as I loved his gentle side.

"Fuck". He groaned as his dick pushed in and out in a measured stroke. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I struggled to keep up with his pace and force.

His lips latched onto a part of my neck, sucking and biting the skin before he let it go and groaned.

"You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart. I really don't know I managed to survive without this".

I'm pretty sure the noises leaving my mouth had woken Salome up by now but I didn't fucking care. My hands moved to grip his butt, my nails digging into the flesh of his ass, egging him on.

"Fuck baby, that good?"

I could only offer a moan in response as he punctuated that question with a delicious thrust. It was more than good.

"Answer me, sweetheart". He demanded, pushing my right leg from his waist and throwing it over his shoulder, and I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as this new position sent him deeper inside me. He didn't even give me any time to adjust as he increased his pace, our bodies now sweaty and gliding against each other.

"Oh yes". Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I confessed. "It's too good, Mene".

"Good. So the next time you try to put an end to this..".

Thrust.

"...I need you..."

Thrust.

"...To remember how you felt at this moment".

His fingers circled my clit and I started shuddering even before he said the words.

"Come for me, sweetheart".

"Oh fuck. Oh baby. Oh God, Mene!" I never thought I'd survive the wind of pleasure that threw me off the state of balance. My vision was reduced to dots and I could feel myself scream but I couldn't even hear myself. Somehow I knew I was still on earth but I wasn't even sure I was still there. All I would feel was wanton fire licking through my nerves as I climaxed.

There was no controlling the quaking of my body and the words leaving his mouth worsened matters instead of easing it.

"Easy baby. Easy sweetheart". He muttered, nibbling my lips as his thrusts remained steady and unrelenting even though my grip on his dick was tighter than a baby's hold. I didn't know how he managed to that and I didn't even care.

My orgasm didn't stop, not until I felt him spill into me and that's when he finally slowed his pace. Our tongues found each other in that moment, tangling and sliding against each other in a bid to wring ourselves of the leftover lust our orgasm couldn't get rid of. His hands fondled my breasts and despite how sore I was currently feeling, I knew if he wanted us to go again, I wouldn't even hesitate.

This man has invoked a part of me I never even knew existed.

He finally left my lips and spun me on his bed, bringing me on top of him with his dick still wedged inside of me.

A small smile stretched his lips as he stared at me and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Why are you smiling?"

"'Cause you look so hot like this". He shrugged. "I think I'm getting addicted to you, sweetheart".

He picked up my hand and turned it to kiss my palm and a very unfamiliar emotion rippled through me as I watched him. I wasn't just getting addicted to this man, I was beginning to feel something greater than just an addiction for him.

"I'm not surprised". A slap landed on my ass at my cocky remark making me squeal. "What was that for?"

"For coming into my life and changing everything".

The intensity in his eyes gripped my heart, filling it with more of the emotion that was beginning to brood for him. I inwardly shook my head at my being. I couldn't fall in love with this man. That would mean risking my relationship with Dr Mary and also getting into serious trouble with Bobby.

I decided to switch the subject. "I'm tired, let's sleep". I told him and nuzzled into his chest, avoiding his questioning eyes. He knew I was trying to dodge something and thankfully, he didn't push it.

Instead, he brushed his lips on my forehead with a tenderness that crippled my eyes with tears. I could already tell the end from now. I was going to lose this battle with my heart.

I was already falling in love with this man.

And there was nothing I would be able to do about it.