3.28- Humiliation

He sat in the swivel chair, and she pressed against him, his hands wandering under her baggy T-shirt, skimming the smooth, tight skin of her chest, looking for the raised hillock above.

When he touched her bra, he moaned in frustration into her red mouth, deftly unbuttoned it, and covered her bare breasts with his hands domineeringly. The intensity overwhelmed her in a wild, shuddering reaction.

If she stands up, she falls down. Jacob ran his hands through her tousled hair and pulled her away from him, his breathing coming short and hard. The phone kept ringing and the fax machine was still making paper-spitting noises. A hint of unease brought his winged ebony eyebrows together. For a moment, he closes his eyes, as if fighting for control, a muscle tenses at the corner of his sensual mouth.

As his thumb rubbed against the sore, erect pink nipple, Mira shuddered and gasped as if in a force-ten wind, and she lowered her forehead to his lush hair, torn from need, weak be like water.

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