I finally named this work in progress, Flushed With Lust. Carrying on from last week are still with our hero, wondering if his ex-lover could smell his fear. She had leaned in, cupping his cheek and softly kissed him. The poor fellow had only asked if she wanted a drink.
Saturated by her sensual energy, time seemed to stop. Devouring her, my only thoughts.
Swelling my desire was the promise; her soft lips lingering, her hair lightly brushing against my cheek. The smell of our combining arousal, gorging me in need.
I need to take control.
I need to take control,
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