you're a young priestess falling in love with a Greek god

chapter 11

I climb the stairs to his office, the door stanches open with a heavy cold breeze, the corner of my dress flies up and I'm hoping he doesn't notice. " Did you do as I requested " pressing the pen to his lip, I bow my head down tracing the patterns in the carpet with my eyes. " Yes, it's all done" I squeak as he stands from his chair. I walk towards the seat in the corner of the room, the agony of disconnecting my toe in the process of it colliding with the leg of the meeting board plastered in the corner of your office. this sends me flying onto my back laughing as if my life depended on it, to my surprise you followed my lead and I heard the symphonies of husky notes that made up your hysterics, this is when you advanced the position I lay helplessly on your office floor with little air left to breathe, your hands slid their way from the dimples in my hips to the small canyon between my shoulder blades, I felt buoyant as you scooped me into the leather seat, untouched by anyone is what both me and the chair have in common, you lean into the curves of my breathing as I questioned why the fabric on my chest was now unpinned and draping from the door handle only moments later. your lips dripping with wonder and intention as they find creases in my neck I seemed to have never noticed. I let out a sound you were hoping for and it filled your heart with the bliss of a king's banquet. you entice me to follow you to our favorite room, it was just the way we both left it