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Kinetic Energy

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by Hayley Faiman


  I smile down at him, pressing my lips to his. “Aren’t we lucky we found each other then?”

  That shadow I saw earlier, crosses over his features again, but he quickly shakes it off. “Yeah, angel eyes, we’re lucky as shit.”

  We don’t say anything else. I’m content to just lie in his arms while he strokes my back. His cock is soft, but still inside me, and I don’t want to move because I know it will slip from my body completely when I do. I like the way he feels when he’s in my body—I don’t want him to ever leave.

  THOMAS

  I hold her. Not wishing to ever let her go. It’s a pipedream though. This will end, it can’t go on. I’ve already lied to her, just by having her here. I’m not available, and I can’t be only hers. It fucking kills me, because, in all honesty, that is exactly what I want to be.

  Maybe she’s what I needed to finally show me that my marriage is nonexistent. I need to break it off with Danielle, finally file for divorce, be free and claim Ines as my own. Then the only thing standing in our way will be the school.

  “We need to talk,” I announce. Ines lifts her head and those caramel eyes look straight into my fucking soul, I swear it. She doesn’t say anything, just watches, and waits for me to continue. “You can’t tell anybody at the school about us. I could lose my job and you could be expelled,” I explain. Her eyes widen and she sucks in a sharp breath.

  “Oh God, what do we do?”

  I shake my head. “We just have to be really careful,” I state calmly. Ines shifts off of me and lies next to me on the bed. “We can’t get caught. So we have to steer clear from anywhere near campus.”

  She nods, and I see sadness wash over her features. “Am I too much of a risk, do you not want to continue?” she almost whimpers.

  I shake my head, cupping her cheek in my palm. “Angel eyes, how could you say that?” I ask.

  “I’m a big girl, Thomas. If this was a one-time thing, you can tell me.”

  Shaking my head, I run the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “I didn’t lie when I said that it’s never been the way it is with you. I wouldn’t lie about that, and I enjoy spending time with you. We just have to be careful when we do,” I explain.

  I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she jerks her head slightly. “Okay,” she nods. “When can I see you again?”

  I wish that I could tell her tonight, right now, stay forever and never leave. But realistically I have to deal with Danielle. I have to talk to her and find out why she’s been holding onto this dead marriage for just as long as I have. There must be a reason. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t stay with her either. Not anymore.

  The way I feel about Ines, in such a short period of time, it proves to me that my marriage has been nothing but a lie for years. I’ve just been going through the motions, afraid of change, fucking stuck.

  “I can’t this weekend. I have plans that I can’t break,” I admit, feeling like a piece of shit.

  She smiles. “Maybe we can have some fun in your office? Maybe a lunch date?” she suggests. My cock twitches at the thought of fucking her against my desk and I find myself nodding before I even think.

  “I’ll send a notice that my office hours have been canceled for Tuesday. Come to me,” I all but demand, leaning forward and sliding my nose against hers.

  I feel her breath against my lips, so I move down and press my mouth to hers. Ines throws her leg over my hip in an effort to get closer to me. I moan against her mouth, my tongue sliding inside, as her wet pussy presses against my cock. I want her again, she makes me feel like a fucking teenager.

  My tongue continues to invade her mouth, tasting her and slowly fucking her, my hips shift and I slowly enter her wet pussy. She’s fucking drenched. I thrust into her heat, my lips never leaving hers. Her tits are pressed against my chest and I can feel her nipples pebble against me with each roll of my hips.

  “Thomas,” she breathes, ripping her lips from my mouth.

  Shifting my hand from her cheek to tangle in her long hair, I tug her head back. “I want to look into your angel eyes when you come,” I murmur.

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  It doesn’t take long until we’re both staring into each other’s eyes, caught up in just feeling and when she comes, she’s careful to keep her eyes connected with mine. I do the same when I come, deep inside of her.

  I didn’t lie when I admitted that being with her felt like nothing else I’d ever experienced. I don’t know if I could ever get used to the way she makes me feel, and I doubt that I want to. She’s exhilarating, sweet, and so fucking soft. I haven’t had soft in a long damn time.

  Once we’ve cleaned up, and dressed, I drive us to breakfast. I wanted out of my house as quickly as possible, not desiring to stay there longer than we needed to. I drive us all the way across town to a small restaurant that is only open for breakfast and lunch.

  “Two please,” I announce to the hostess as soon as we walk inside.

  We follow her and are seated about halfway down an aisle of booths. Ines doesn’t sit across from me, rather she slides in right next to me and I wrap my hand around her thigh, giving her a squeeze.

  “Is this okay?” she asks, her face turning pink.

  Lifting my arm, I guide it around her shoulders, and tug her closer against my side. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

  We order our food a few minutes later, and just talk. It’s nice to talk to her, our conversations have never lulled, not once since our date Friday night. “Do you have any siblings?” she asks me as soon as our food arrives.

  We’ve talked a lot about her four brothers and sisters, and about our similar childhood backgrounds, but I haven’t been exactly open about my family. I should be, there’s no reason not to be. I have a feeling Ines is going to be in my life for a very long time.

  “I have a brother, he’s younger. My father eventually remarried when I was twenty. His wife is younger, and they had a baby together. My brother is twenty-four,” I explain.

  “Wow, what’s his name?”

  In reality, Ines and my brother would probably get along very well. He’s more her age, with a good career and he’s a damn good kid. He’s also single. That realization hits me and hits me hard.

  I shouldn’t be going after her myself, I should introduce her to my brother, or let a boy her own age have a shot. Then selfishly, I wonder if I could do that? I don’t think that I could. I’m not sure if I’m man enough to let her walk away from me, into the arms of another. What kind of fucking hypocrite does that make me?

  “His name is, Carter. He’s an architect in New York,” I say as I shove a piece of toast into my mouth.

  Ines hums, cutting a piece of her pancake, and moaning as soon as she places it in her mouth. I want to moan too, I’m fucking jealous of her damn pancake right now.

  “I can’t wait to meet him one day,” she smiles. “I bet he looks like you, lucky New York girls,” she winks. “Although, I should say I’m the luckiest.”

  “Why’s that?”

  Ines looks up at me, a smile tipping her lips. She leans in and places her lips on mine, not kissing, just resting her mouth against my own. “I got the original version,” she breathes.

  I wrap my hand around the back of her head, not allowing her to back away from me, and I kiss her. I sweep my tongue into her mouth and I taste her. She tastes like sweet bread, and syrup, and her, unmistakably her. I’m in so much fucking trouble with this girl, and I’m anxious to fall in deeper with her.

  CHAPTER NINE

  INES

  My knee bounces as I try to study for my art history test. Jessa glances up at me from across the table. We’re sitting in the library and trying to focus on our work, except I can focus on nothing but Thomas. I’m anxious to see him in a few hours, and yet, I’m curious as to why we can’t meet up this weekend.

  Seeing him in class yesterday, wasn’t nearly enough. I crave more of him. He glanced at me, and winked more than o
nce during class and I found myself wishing he would have canceled his office hours that day too, in fact, he could cancel them all week and it probably still wouldn’t be enough.

  “What’s up with you?” Jessa asks in a whisper.

  I shake my head and look down at the table. “I’m just nervous for this test on Thursday,” I lie.

  She offers to quiz me and I agree, hoping that forcing myself to concentrate on my school work will take my mind off of Thomas. It doesn’t really work. Every question she asks, I answer, but Thomas is still in the back of my mind. When my phone alarm sounds, I practically jump out of my seat.

  “Do you have class?” she asks.

  Pulling my dark hair into a ponytail, I shift in my seat, glancing down. I don’t want to lie to her, but then I remember what Thomas said. He could get fired, and I could get expelled. “I have a study group for physics,” I lie.

  Jessa gives me a smile. “I seriously hope I never have to take that class. It seems like it’s so time-consuming.”

  I take a huge gulp of air and swallow it, trying not to show any type of reaction to her statement—like laughing or snorting.

  “It’s intense,” I say as I sling my bag over my shoulder.

  Jessa gives me a wave and I hurry toward the science building. I have one mission, and one mission only—to get to Thomas’ office.

  I’m so excited to see him that when I arrive my hand is shaking as I reach for the handle of his door. There’s a sign that is written with all capital letters informing students that his office hours have been canceled for the day. A smile plays on my lips at the sight. Slowly, I open the door and keep my eyes on my feet as I slip inside.

  “Lock it.” Thomas’ deep voice almost growls. I do as he demands, afraid to look up immediately. When the lock is flipped into place, only then do I raise my gaze toward his.

  I’m surprised to find him leaning against his desk. His hands are gripping the edge, next to his hips, and his legs are crossed at the ankle. He’s wearing a light turquoise button-down shirt that matches his eyes almost exactly. He is wearing charcoal grey straight fit slacks, and a matching charcoal grey vest, with dark brown shoes. He still has dark stubble on his jaw, and his dark hair looks like he’s been running his fingers through it.

  In other words, he looks absolutely perfect.

  I slowly drop my bag to the floor, my breathing coming out in short pants. I’m afraid to move, and yet, I want to run toward him all at the same time. “If I attempt to go to you, Ines, I’ll lose the small grip that I have on my control.” My entire body shivers at the thought. I want that.

  Licking my suddenly dry lips, I nod once. Then, without another thought, I slowly begin to strip my clothes off my body. Wrapping my fingers around the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head, tossing it to my feet.

  I slip out of my canvas flat shoes, and peel my jeans down my legs. Next, I unclasp my bra and drag it down my arms, then I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties and shimmy them down my legs.

  “Ines,” he grunts with a hitch in his breath.

  I glance to his crotch and sink my teeth into my bottom lip when I notice that he’s hard beneath his slacks. Without a word, I sink to my knees, lifting my eyes to his, I crawl toward him. I watch as his turquoise irises dilate and darken. Once I reach him, I sit back on my knees and start to unbuckle his belt.

  Thomas’ hands wrap around mine and halt my movements. I glance up at him and tip my head to the side in question. “You don’t have to,” he offers.

  I almost laugh at him, almost, if his eyes didn’t look sad. “I want to, Thomas. You’ve made me feel so good, I want to do this.”

  He shakes his head once, but I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I shake his grip off and continue unbuckling his pants. When I unbutton and unzip them, I push them down, along with his boxer briefs until they’ve fallen down his thighs. His cock juts out, hard, long, and thick. I wrap my hand around it, gently squeezing him before I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the tip.

  Thomas wraps my hair hanging from my ponytail around his fist twice with a groan. Leaning forward, I suck his head between my lips as I look up at him from beneath my lashes. “Fuck,” he grunts, his eyes wide and focused on me.

  I continue to take him into my mouth, and down my throat as far as I can. His nostrils flare and I relax as much as I can, breathing through my nose, to see if I can take more of him. I want to keep that look of awe on his face for as long as possible. It’s so fucking sexy.

  “Ines, fuck, angel eyes,” he growls.

  I moan when he wraps his other hand around the side of my head, and gently guides himself out of me, only to slide back inside. He slowly fucks my mouth and I don’t only let him, I enjoy it. My pussy aches and I reach between my legs, hoping to relieve some of the tension that’s beginning to build inside of me. He’s looking far too hungry, and far too excited for me to not be affected. Then, he suddenly pulls me away and I let out a moan, trying to lean forward and take him again.

  “Angel eyes, I’m going to come if we don’t stop, and personally, I’d rather come inside of your sweet body.”

  I nod with a whimper and rise when the hand wrapped around my hair gently tugs me up. My thighs are shaking as I stand. Thomas reaches for my hand, the one that was between my legs, bringing it up toward his mouth. My eyes widen when he sucks on my fingers, swirling his tongue around them.

  “Thomas,” I exhale.

  He grins around my fingers and releases them, letting my hand fall to my side. “How do you want me, Ines?” he mumbles.

  I watch as he slowly removes his clothes, taking way too much time. My body feels like it’s going to catch fire. I have to press my thighs together in an effort to release the ache between my legs. Shaking my head, I stare into his turquoise eyes, my face heating at the idea of answering his question aloud.

  Once Thomas is completely naked, he reaches for me and pulls me against his chest. His lips graze mine before his nose slides alongside my own, then his lips move toward my ear. “Tell me, Ines. I always know how I want you, but I want to make you happy,” he rasps.

  My entire body breaks out in goosebumps, a chill running through me. I suck in a breath and then I tell him. I tell him exactly what I want. “I want you to take me, any way you want, Thomas. I love it when you’re on the brink of losing control,” I admit.

  It seems as though each time we’ve had sex, he’s pretty much been on the brink of losing control and I love it, I absolutely freaking love it. Before I can take my next breath, both of his hands wrap around my waist and he spins me around so that my ass is pressing against the desk and his back is to the door.

  Silently, he lifts me up and sets me down on the edge of the warm, wooden surface. Taking a step forward his cock presses against my slick entrance and I moan.

  “Lay back,” he instructs.

  I don’t lie completely on my back. Instead, I prop myself back on my elbows so that I can watch everything. Thomas wraps his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slowly enters me. Once he’s completely seated inside of me, he lets out a groan at the same time, I match him with my own.

  Lifting my legs so that my heels are on the edge of the desk and I’m spread as far as my body will let me, I shudder. He feels so phenomenal inside of me, I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this all day long.

  “You’re so tight, Ines. You feel so amazing,” he grunts as one of his hands leaves my hip, gliding over my waist, my breast, then around my shoulder. “You can’t be loud, the walls aren’t very thick,” he warns.

  That is his only warning before he slides almost completely out of me and then pulls my shoulder down as he slams inside. I bite the inside of my cheek as I inhale through my nose, my eyes widening in surprise. Thomas doesn’t let up, he drives inside of me, over and over—unrelentingly.

  I can only gasp, my breath completely stolen from me, until his hand leaves my hip to wrap around the underside of my t
high. He pushes my leg not only a little wider but also higher, my knee almost next to my face.

  “Holy shit,” I gasp.

  My eyes stay glued to his and he gives me a wink with a smirk. It’s devilishly handsome, and it’s exactly how he looks at me in class. I feel my face heating at the sight, at the thought, that when he does it again, this will be the exact moment he’s thinking of.

  Thomas leans forward slightly, his pelvis pressing against my clit with each down stroke. “I’ll never get this image of you spread out on my desk out of my memory banks. Not fucking ever, angel eyes,” he grunts between thrusts. “Touch yourself, Ines. Come around me, I’m close,” he murmurs, his voice low but so damn sexy.

  I slip my hand between our bodies and I press two fingers against my clit. With my eyes open, and my gaze on Thomas’ blue one, I bring myself toward the brink of my orgasm. I press my lips together tightly and groan as I fall over the edge, my pussy squeezing to keep him inside of me.

  Thomas begins to thrust, harder, and faster, abandoning his steady rhythm for an erratic one. He throws back his head, breaking eye contact with me only when he groans out his own release. I feel every twitch of his cock as he fills me with his climax.

  “Fuck,” he curses, lowering his head. He releases my leg and his arms enfold around me, bringing me closer to his chest, while his lips press against my mouth. “Best office hours of my life, angel eyes,” he laughs against my lips.

  I peek my tongue out and taste his lips. He doesn’t deepen our kiss, instead, he helps me to my feet, and leaves my body. I feel a chill run through me. I miss his weight, and his heat against me already. “When will I see you again?” I ask as he hands me my pile of clothes from the floor.

  Thomas looks up at me, and it’s as if something has shifted inside of him. His body stiffens and his eyes almost shudder, cutting off all warmth he had just moments ago. I don’t know what just happened, but something did. I pull on my lacy black panties and black bra quickly, feeling much too vulnerable.

 

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