Michael POV:The kiss became passionate, demanding. She moaned again. Vaguely, i felt her tugging at my arm, wanting to be pulled up. I bent and lifted her, my mouth still enclosing her yielded, hungry lips. I carried her into the house, kicking the door shut behind me. I started toward the bedroom, but my body was in agony. Too many years of abstinence had left me powerless with Aurora's mouth promising heaven. I made it to the living room and slid her onto the sofa, but there wasn’t really room for both of us on it. She was as hungry as i was, and the restless movements landed us both on the carpet between the sofa and the coffee table.I started to lift ny head, but she pulled my mouth back over hers. The sensations were like waves of pleasure that rocked her in my hard arms, and she didn’t want us to stop. She didn’t want me to stop. She’d never felt such physical delight in all her life, and she wasn’t willing to give it up just yet.I was feeling something similar. It had been
Aurora POV:I reached up and touched his mouth. I felt his body shivering in the aftermath, as mine was too. He looked…shattered. It scared me a bitHe collapsed on me, his forearms catching most of his formidable weight. His face pulsed at my throat, damp and sucking at breath. He shuddered. My arms slid around him, cradling him. I felt him against every inch of me. I felt him, still inside me, still pulsing softly.“Gosh,” I whispered, awed. My legs curved around the back of his and my body lifted in soft entreaty.“Optimist,” he murmured.I laughed softly. I knew what he meant. Men spent themselves, and then it took a long time before they were capable again. I'd never indulged, but I have heard other women talk.“When I felt you stiffen, I could have shot myself,” he said at myear. “I lost it. I knew you were a virgin, and I still couldn’t stop.”My hands smoothed his dark, wavy hair. I looked up at the ceiling, vaguely aware of the cats moving around the room, of a breeze flutte
Aurora POV:I raised my head from his body nervously. What did he want to tell me, did he want to tell me the whole moment was a mistake, did he wish to cast aside what we just had like it was nothing, just like he did the kiss. I gaze into his eyes nervously, wondering what the answer could be. "How much do you trust Leo Jordan?" He asked"A lot, I guess" I replied with a raised eyebrow. Was this about Mr. Jordan again."What would you do if you find out he is a liar and a fraud and has been lying g to you the whole time"I sighed"I know you hate him - ""This isn't about hating him" he interrupted "Wait let me finish" I replied sternly"I know you hate him, but let me tell you something you don't know about him.""Blow my mind" I remarked mockingly I ignored the mockery in his voice."You both seem to have misunderstood one another a lot, you'd be surprised to find out you are somewhat Similar""I have nothing in common with that twat." "Let me finish" I said sternly "He has
Michael POV:When she said ' I love you' The words bit into me. It made me feel guilty. I wanted her, but i didn’t feel that emotion for her. Not yet. When I smiled and replied. “Drive carefully. Call me when you get home.”I saw her face fell, I knew what she wanted to hear but I didn’t say it. I didn't feel it, it felt so hard saying it, it weighted heavily like my tongue was tied to the weight of the world. I simply gave up without trying to say it. I tried to analyse my feelings, I had to feel something powerful for her, Iwas certain of it. She took me in a sensational way even Lucy couldn't, she was like a devil in my blood, that I couldn't get enough. I watched her drove away with feelings of utter self-contempt. I'd taken advantage of what she felt for me, lost control and put her at risk. Now I had to stand by and wait to find out if she became pregnant, knowing that if she did, I’d be forced to marry her to save her reputation. But I knew I wouldn't, I had only promised h
Aurora POV:I managed to slip into the house without being seen by mommother. I was disheveled and my hair was a mess. My mother wasn’t blind or stupid, she could put two plus two together, she’d know that something torrid had been going on. To prevent any uncomfortable questions, i had called to her and then went straight to my room without letting myself be seen.I had washed and cleaned up thoroughly, erasing any sign that could give me away. From there, i went to the kitchen, trying not to let my mind wander to the afternoon. I notice she hadn't made any attempt to cook and rebel since I came late, Then i remembered that I had promised to bring my mother somethe . I groaned inwardly, trying to make up an excuse. I made her a bowl of soup and crackers for supper and carried it to her.“I’m sorry I didn't bring anything back" I began.The older woman grinned. “Never mind that. Soup is fine. You’ve got feathers on your lips, my darling cat,” she chided. “So what’s going on with you
Michael POV:Cal was unusually late, I've been waiting for more than 10 minutes, I knew we are yet to settle our previous spat but nonetheless, it was unlike him to come late when I needed him.I allowed my eyes to drift to the Wooden stools butting up against a brass foot rail at a high counter, crowded tables and booths, patrons (laughing with friends, hitting on strangers, watching a TV affixed to the wall or staring into their drinks), a bartender with rolled-up sleeves freshening drinks and filling orders being delivered by wait staff, stacks of highball glasses in green-gray dishwasher racks, a sink with a sprayer, bags of ice in a tray or sink, draining trays, beer kegs being switched out, straws and stirrers, plastic skewers and straws, blenders whirring with colorful icy concoctions, several multi-button soda dispensers, a wall of alcohol bottles, upside-down stem glasses in racks above the bartender’s head, plastic tubs of lime and lemon wedges, fridges with juices, milk and
Aurora POV:I went to work Monday morning with uncertain feelings. I dreaded and anticipated seeing Mr. Angelo again, both at once. I was in my head but couldn't help but notice the glare that was thrown at me. I kept staring scared the pregnancy was showing in my stomach already, I knew that was stupid but was concerned what the strange looks was for. It was almost like everyone of them knew I did something bad. But technically, it was bad but I'm an adult it's none of their business. I was intentional about my feeling but took nothing away from the anxiety I felt about the stare. It got even worse, Mr. Jordan frowned at me, he didn't even say nothing. He just set on the new herd record and left. I couldn't even dare ask him about the recent developments and my query of the party and why he lied to me. I was rather someone would talk to me about the sombre cloud, no one did.Appollos did. He grinned at me as he paused beside ny desk. “I hear you were out at a guy's named micheal pla
Aurora POV:I kept staring at my phone. I had halfway hoped that i might hear from Michael during the day. After all, we are now lovers. But he didn’t call. It was a disappointment, and my confidence took a nosedive. All my hopes began to drown in doubt. I went through her normal routine, answering the phone and taking messages, and typing letters for Mr. Jordan, whom till now has yet to speak to me. Itwas a normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary. I could have cried from disappointment. But that would be low, even for me. Once, I almost picked up the phone and called his office. But that would never do. I couldn’t look as if i was chasing him. Perhaps he just needed breathing space, in order to get used to the changed relationship between us. Surely, it was just that. I hoped.Towards the end of the day I was feeling dismissal, I wondered maybe he had called between the few times I was outside to do one thing or the other, but my phone showed no missed call notifications. Despite b