'I'm falling in love with the girl I can't have
I'm walking a line, that's a little bit mad
I know that I shouldn't, but I can't help the way I feel
This love is forbidden, yet I can't let it go unreal"
Forbidden love can be a tale of great complexi...
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The way he's standing there, his head tilted to the side, his thick hair falling from its formal brushed back style, his bow tie loose, he looks like a model.
A gorgeous, delicious model that anyone would be a fool to pass up.
Sawyer is irresistible. There's no way I can say no to him, even if I wanted to.
And I definitely don't want to.
He always looks gorgeous, but tonight he looks better than ever, even when we were sitting in the bar, even in those stills on the yacht, even when he pulled his shirt off in his office in front of me the day I started working for him.
Everything is perfect.
My feet move me forward into his suite, and as I enter, he sweeps me into his arms and kisses the life out of me. I feel so small, I feel like I'm floating, I feel... better than I ever have in my life. Sawyer Mills is my dream man. It's all happening just like in my imagination, but I don't have to imagine anymore.
Everything I've fantasized about over the past weeks and months and even years of my life is finally coming true.
I stop to unzip my dress, which falls onto the floor. I step out of it, to reveal the fancy lingerie I'm wearing. Thank God I thought to bring it. I guess I always knew on some level that this could be a possibility. The sight of me in silk and lace brings a low growl from somewhere deep inside him, and his hand drifts up my side to my chest, where he cups my breast. He runs a thumb over my nipple, making me gasp in pleasure.
His other hand snakes around my backside, and he moans when he feels the bare skin of my ass under the strings of my thong.
I want so badly to close the distance between us, to feel his arms around me again. But the way he's looking at me like I'm something beautiful for him to admire, makes me stay right where I am. I'll stay here for as long as he'll let me, as long as he wants me.
His hands on the most intimate parts of me make me want nothing more than to moan, squeal, cry out, but I'm also mute in astonishment. Even my best, most intricate fantasies hadn't prepared me for the actual feel of his large, hot, strong hands on my body. They also hadn't prepared me for the way my stomach would feel—like a thousand tiny butterflies are doing backflips inside me.
He pauses to shrug off his jacket and throw it on his chair, and as he does so I reach for his tie and pull it off him, and then we both undo his tuxedo buttons. He looks into my eyes, and his flash even more golden than usual. It might be the most erotic moment of my life. I can feel my heart start to beat faster—can hear it beating in my head. I'm worried for a moment that it might burst right out of my chest if we go any further, but that's a risk I'm more than willing to take. At this point, I'm not sure that even a heart attack would stand between the two of us getting what we want.
Each button that falls away reveals another inch of his perfect, tanned, muscular body with its dusting of dark hair. The skin feels smooth and soft and firm against my hands as I try to memorize everything about him. I don't know if I'm ever going to get the chance to be with him again, so I'm hungry to get to know his body.
