Tempted (31 page)

Nimo snorts.

“
Not everyone is like you, hon. 
Most of us mess up more often than not.
 
There are very few people like you who always do the right thing and are more or less saints.”

“He just better watch his step, or else,” Nimo threatens.

“I’ll call you if anything happens.
 
I promise.
 
Feel better?”

“We’ll see.”

When we get to my house, Nimo gets out to
walk me to the door.
 
He doesn’
t have the kind of manners that would inspire him to exit his vehicle just to open a lady’s door.
 
I know he is only doing it
now in hopes of scoring a good
night kiss.

I was right.

I thank him for a delightf
ul evening and give him a hug.
 
He hugs back
in a way that makes me claustrophobic.
 
I feel guilty for harboring such an untoward attitude, but when someone I regard as a frie
nd comes on too strong sexually – e
wwww.
 

When his mouth plants an amorous kiss on mine
,
I try to recoi
l but am still locked in his insist
ent embrace.
 
I manage to extricate myself without too much ado, thank him again, tell him to drive carefully, and beat a hasty retreat, quickly closing the door behind me lest he entertain delusions of sexual grandeur.

“Don’t forget to lock the door,” he calls from the front stoop.

“Good idea, Nimo,” I call back, having locked the door the moment I closed it, for the sole purpose of dissuading him from popping in to make one more attempt at canoodling.

* * *

After the initial awkward fifteen minutes or so of showing David where I keep everything, things settle into a mellow and comfo
rtable groove.
 
We get on fabulously – n
o surprise there.
 
And he’s a joy to have around,
except when I’m on Facebook.
 
He has an account
,
but never uses it, and is tickled to see how my weird, onl
ine world operates, its culture
, protocols, and all the stuff he hears me react to.

This morning David is busy at the breakfast bar, pacing and doing business on his laptop and iPhone simultaneously.
 
I try to concentrate on research for my show with little success, thanks to a lecherous hunk from the Catskills who keeps messaging me.
 
I tell him t
o stop and that I need to work,
 
but
I really can’t say no to his ineluctable advances, and a second later I’m asking him to please continue.

11:08p
m

Alexander Armstrong

I will stop at your command.
 
Do you want me to give you some time to do your thing and get your work done? Or do you want me to make you blow it all off? I'm smiling, Cariña. Laughing in fact. Just a tad confused as to whether or not you want me to continue at the moment. And that's wonderful! But when you're here, with me, I'll be able to see what your eyes and voice and body say. And then I’ll probably do as I will anyway. LOL

But you did say 'please.' And I bow to your wishes.

11:11p
m

Claire Nichole Eden

Do your worst

11:16p
m

Alexander Armstrong

But I love you, and I don't want to keep you from things that will pile up, or to have you neglect yourself in any way. I crave you, and long for you. You're the air. And althoug
h I can hold my breath, it
makes me long for you when you're not swelling my lungs.

And feel me, as I step toward you fast, walk you back into the wall, and
hold
you there
, pinning
your hands above your head.

Feel my forehead pressed against yours as I wildly devour your eyes.

Feel me tug the front of your shirt down, so I can handle your breasts.

Feel my mouth, my lips, my breath, my tongue, on your throat, while my hand
wanders from your breast to reach
between your thighs.

Feel me spread your legs with one strong arm.

Feel your breast in my mouth
now
, while
I
pull
your panties aside.

Feel me release one of yo
ur hands, and put it on my swelling erection
.

Feel me press you so hard to the wall that neither of us can breathe right. Feel us gasp for air. Feel us hard together.

Unzip me. Take off my pants.

Dear Lord!
 
David is on a heated phone call and pacing my way!

While I pull your shirt over your shoulders, not taking the time to pull it over your head. Take me in your hand. Rub me against you.

Feel me turn you brusquely around, slide my hands around your waist, and bend you. Feel me hard against your ass, and feel me slide between your legs.

Wet me. Before I enter. Feel my lips on your neck, playfully biting. Feel my hand in your hair, tugging your mouth around to mine. Feel a hot, deep, wet kiss, crazed and furious and longing, in perfect loving abandoned passion.

Now feel me slip inside, feel your mouth spread, breathe the gasp that involuntarily comes, feel me touching every part of the inside of you, your sacred place.

Feel my hips pressed tight against your ass. Grind into me, while I slowly withdraw, and thrust.

I am having increasing difficulty keeping my computer still on my lap
,
as my bucking hips begin to betray me.

Feel my hand still in your hair. A playful hard smack on your ass. Sensuous, not demeaning. A firing of the senses. Feel my hand, hard on your breast.

Feel yourself push
ing back to meet me, your hand
s
pressed against the wall, swallowing and gripping me, taking me in.

Feel the exquisite rhythm as it increases in intensity.

Smell the salty sweet musky aroma of our sex. Hear the sounds of our bodies
colliding
. Hear gasps for breath and moans and vocalizations of animal origin.

I’m not the only one hearing animal vocalizations.
 
David is eyeing me askance as I try to pass off my moans as coughs and a case of indigestion.

Feel me reach around to
entic
e your clit, to dip my fingers in your honey. Feel me tease your nipple with my wet fingers. Taste
yourself
, as I
now
strum your lips
and tongue
.
And crash into me with all the recklessness of untamed passion.

Feel me growi
ng, and pulsing within. Hard as steel and ready to explode.

Then come
on me, and relea
se me, and feel hot, liquid heat spurting inside, and flood
ing you. I feel your contractions around me, while my entire body convulses beyond any control. Then feel me withdraw. Carry you into our bed. Spread you across me,
as I enter you once more
and stroke your hair
,
while you fall happily asleep with me inside.

My laptop crashes to the floor.

See me smiling. Perfectly content. In eternity.

And that's all she wrote. LOL

Call me later if you can. I'll be here.

Call you?
 
Call you?
 
As if I can even talk sensibly after that!

11:48am

Alexander Armstrong

Deepest apologies for getting so carried away. NOT. LOL I hope you're smiling. I'd wish nothing more than to be able to please you, and make you smile.

Oh I am pleased all right, and smiling big.

And all is right with the world.

ALEX:
You have PERFECT breasts.

Yeh, I sexted him.
 
So sue me.

They say the way to really get to know someone is to work with them, travel with them, or live with them.
 
If that’s the case, then I’m finally, really getting to know David, and getting a kick out of it in the process.
 
I’ve always thought of him as this tall, dark, handsome, Italian-speaking, cultured, continental, talented, artsy, brilliant, high-powered businessman.
 
But living with him
, I see a plaid-flannel-PJ-bottoms wearing, clunky-reading-glasses sporting, cereal-any-
time
-of-the-day eating, funny-little-
quirks possessing nerd.
 
He has a slew of odd rituals that he must perform in order to create, and has carved out a very specific routine.
Hmm,
sounds like someone else I know –
me!

Having him around has not been the experience I would have expected.
 
Given the depth of my feelings for this man
–
my
past
feelings
–
I would’ve thought my time with him would read like a Harlequin romance.
He smoothed his luxuriant hair off his
noble brow
with one tanned, sculpted hand, and I swoone
d while
the cool
,
clear Agean ocean waters trickled down his carved
, Adonis abdomen
– t
hat sort of thing.
 

I would’ve expected every moment we connected to be charged with sexual tension and longing.
 
I’d have expected to fall in love with him again, this time
more deeply
.
 
Instead
,
it’s felt more like having a brother around, or at least as nearly as I can tell, since I’ve never
actually had a brother.
 
We sincerely enjoy
one another’s company and we laugh a lot
–
something we’d never really done much of by phone.
 

Having him here has definitely affected my interaction with Alex.
 
No more moaning and writhing in the sunroom
midday
,
while Alex is on speaker
phone detailing his planned defilement of me.
 
Alex’s new favorite pastime is trying to get me to squirm uncomfortably in sexual ecstasy right under David’s nose.
 
Brat!

1:13am

Claire Nichole Eden

Are you happy
,
my sweet?

1:14am

Alexander Armstrong

Yes. And no. Happy isn't the word. Way beyond.

1:14am

Claire Nichole Eden

How.......how did all ‘this’ come to be?

1:16am

Alexander Armstrong

Love. It ties everything together. And it's at the heart of everything. It's the stuff quantum physicists keep trying to break up and measure into tinier and tinier pieces. But love. That's how this is possible.

I mean honestly, how am I to work under such circumstances?
 
Not to mention the fact that Nimo keeps checking up on me every hour, on the hour, to make sure there’s no ‘funny business’ going on with David.
 
With David?
 
Not likely.
 
Alex on the other hand
...

The only funny thing David’s been up to is falling on his bum at the ice rink.
 
It seems that during his last year in Asiago, his home
base with Giselle, he took up ice hockey as a hobby.
 
It was an excuse to have something to do away from the house.
 
Apparently, things were chillier at home than in the ice rink.
 
In his newfound enthusiasm for all things hockey, David nearly jumps out of his skin to learn that there are local semi-pro teams here in the area.
 
Not just because he wants to attend a game or two.
 
Oh no. Because he wants to try out for the team!
 
Worse yet, his timing is perfect.
 
The tryouts are this week.