"Why are you frowning?" a voice said behind me.
I turned to see Bradley right behind me and eyeing me quizzically. After we came back from lunch Bradley had some meeting he had to attend, and so I was left alone in the library, not that I mind, but my mind was elsewhere.
I grimaced and stood up. I ignored his question because I didn't know the answer to it. "I haven't started dinner yet," I said ruefully, but he ignored this and took me in his arms.
"I've been dying to do this all afternoon," he murmured. He kissed my lips with a smile in his eyes. Then he said, "I've got an idea. Instead of cooking, why don't we have a swim and a drink?"
For the past few hours, I was thinking about nothing else. I wanted to be in his arms, and that's a problem. I was getting attached.
Do I really want to be in a pool with his arms around me while being half-naked?
It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before.
I flushed, "I think we should have dinner first,' I said.
'Do you ?' he asked as he nibbled my neck. 'Why is that?'
I bit back a moan, "We should eat,' I said after a long moment.
"We have all night," he said as he continued caressing my neck.
I tried to come up with another excuse, "We should really eat regular meals,"
"What about food for the soul?' he muttered, continuing his assault by curving his hands on my butt.
I swallowed, "If you mean what I think you mean... ?' He nodded. "Well, that's important too, of course..."
"Of course. Unfortunately, I have to tell you that my soul is in much more urgent need of satisfying than my stomach."
"Your soul?" I queried. "That's an unusual way of putting it."
How did we jump from swimming to sex so quickly?
"It's all bound up together," he assured me. "Anyway, at this moment, you are food for my soul as well as my body. I can't wait any longer," he said simply.
At this moment.
This meant that while we're stuck here together, I'll be his soul food.
Not permanent.
I've always known it would be like this, so why does it hurt?
I didn't have much time to think about it because Bradley moved his lips to my own.
All my previous reservations suddenly disappeared from my mind, and I moved closer to him, wanting his kiss to go on forever. His tongue excited me, built desire within to a fever pitch. His lips were magic against mine.
I moved to give him as much he was giving me, but he pulled away, leaving me dazed and confused.
He smirked and took my hand in his. "See, you want soul food too."
He pulled me out of the room and led me toward the pool area. When we arrived, he turned me to him and smile. He lifted his hands and threaded them through the thick curls of my hair, loosening the elastic band that kept my head in a puff.
He drew my face to him, his eyes watching me as he slowly moved me closer. I stared back, unafraid, unresisting.
His hand moved slowly from my head, gently down my neck to my shoulder. His hand moved down to the hem of her blouse. Then he undressed me slowly, my blue blouse and then my jeans. He lingered his hands over the silk underwear until the firelight was playing over my skin.
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Kinky (BWWM)
RomanceProtecting his family is one of the most important roles in Billionaire Bradley Mefford life. So when Tiffany Smith posted a tweet calling his family's company racist went viral; he did the best thing to protect his family. Kidnap her.