Created by the devil

Dancing with the devil.

The sound of a pen dancing on crude paper becomes louder. Some sighing is heard when Gia opens the door that leads to their study. She doesn't waste time getting these first words out, "Mr Campbell passed?" Tommy looked up from the paper in front of him. He leaned back into his chair once their eyes met.

"Did he now?" She can see the smirk in his eyes when the sentence got out. She takes the paper from under her armpit and reads the front page "Major Chester Campbell has passed on the night of Friday when a fire started in his house. The cause of this inconvenience stays unknown."

She looks up from the paper into his eyes. "Looks like he had some bad luck." He walks over to her. "Tommy." She wines and puts her hands on his chest. "You can't talk shit about dead people." He Laughs while putting his hands around her waist. "I'm serious. You'll get bad luck." He hovers over her lips before saying, "After all of that bad luck, maybe I should get lucky." Gia looks up from his lips and makes a bit of space between them.

"That's the worst way you could ask for sex." She laughs. "How should I ask then?" He puts her loose hair behind her ear and whispers in it, "Can I fuck you, Mrs Shelby?" She gulps loudly when he starts to kiss underneath her ear. Her hands find their way onto his neck and in his hair. He kisses his way up to her mouth, but before he kisses her lips he looks into her eyes.

"What do you want?" He whispers worked up. She thinks before she speaks, "I want you to fuck me." He has a big smile on her face and doesn't waste the time closing the space between them. His lips felt rough on hers. His strong hands gripped her waist. He walked her backwards till her thighs touched the bureau.

Her hands found their way to his slightly unbuttoned shirt. He stops her before she can unbutton his shirt even more. "What?" She questions. He takes her wrists in his hand and drops them by her side. He goes around her, and all she hears is things falling on the ground. She looks behind her to see everything that was once on the bureau on the ground.

His mouth is back on hers before she can say something. His hands sneak around her thighs to lift her on the bureau. A small squeal comes out of her mouth as he slides her to the edge of the desk. He guides her hands back to his chest. She unbuttons the rest of his shirt as his hands slide on her thighs.

His hands brush her dress up further until his knuckles brush against her centre. She throws his shirt off his broad shoulders once the last button is undone. Her lips wander down his neck as his hands start to undress her. He kisses down her chest once her top is off. He kisses down to her stomach and stops just above her skirt.

His hands grip around the material and take them off after she offers help by bucking her hips up. His hand slides past her breast and lay her down. She hears the quiet noise of her skirt falling on the floor. She looks down to see Tommy position himself on his knees. He takes the back of her knees into his hands and places them on his shoulders.

He places delicate kisses on her inner thigh. He smirks when she grabs his hair, knowing he already brought a reaction out of her. He takes his time making his way up to her throbbing heat. He kisses her through her underwear. He lifts her leg and then another one to remove her underwear. The cold hits the warmth in between her legs.

His lips finally meet her heat. She arches her back at the movements his tongue makes. But then she realises that the door isn't closed. She sits up, and the brusque movement makes Tommy stop. Gia sighs at the euphoric feeling stopping. He looks up at her with questionable eyes. "We didn't lock the door." She says out of breath.

"The person that walks in on us can call themselves lucky then." He grins. She turns her eyes, and he laps back on her heath before she can speak. "Oh... shit." She reacts. His tongue twists and turns in every way he remembers she likes. Something is exciting about dancing with the devil. It makes her leg shake for all the wrong reasons.