Liar, Liar

Giving In

The drive back home was intense, the tension in the air so thick, you could taste it in your mouth. Your bodies were like magnets, opposites attracting but you both kept to each other as he navigated the night road, eyes straight ahead. Your mind was still on how it felt being on that dance floor with him, in your own little bubble, nobody and nothing else mattered.

There was fear that the illusion would burst the minute you left the club but the aura was just as electrifying. Things shifted then and now you were in a new territory, exploring things left unseen before.

Suddenly, his hand settled on your bare thigh and your body short circuited. His hand. Was on. Your thigh. He made the turn towards your street and parked in front of your building, and exited the car.

All too soon, the lingering feel of his hand teased you and you felt genuine loss. He opened your door and unbuckled you and said, "I should be awarded a medal for how patient I've been."

You laughed and grabbed his hand then followed as he led you back to your apartment. You struggled with the keys, even dropping them at one point and as you bent to pick them up, you heard him groan behind you.

Typical.

"Are you an ass man?" The question sounded ludicrous as it left your lips. He might've been your fake fiancé and there might've been some admissions on the dance floor but he was still your boss. Anxiety rose as how much you were risking by feeding into your temptations played on your mind but how could something so good feel so bad?

You wanted him, that was clear as day, but at what cost? Your career? Your reputation? The world was cruel to women, especially ones who were exposed for having relations with their male coworkers let alone their bosses and the same energy was never reciprocated towards the men but you were just one person and fighting the patriarchy was too exhausting for one night.

"I'm a you man," he replied, eyes still lowered and focused on your butt.

You scoffed as you finally unlocked your door and went inside. You shrugged off your coat and kicked off your heels before asking, "how many women have you used that line on?"

"None," he dragged a hand through his hair, "Everything is new when I'm with you. I don't even know what I'm doing."

He took off his own coat and set it right next to you as you leaned against the arm of your couch and you both stared at each other.

"Are we really doing this?" You couldn't resist asking. You had to know if risking everything for this was worth it or if it was a fleeting feeling that you were both reading too much into, a natural result of constantly being around each other, and would be over come morning.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily. I want you," he said as he inched closer, similar to the way a predator zeroed in on its prey.

"Once we go there, there's no going back," you warned, giving him one last chance to walk away.

"Fuck going back and fuck resisting this. I need you more than I've ever needed anything in my entire life."

Finally within reach, his hands found their way around your neck and he pulled you close until your bodies were plastered together. "Don't make me wait any longer," he begged, voice so needy.

"Will you play with my heart?" You had to know.

"Never. Not you."

Okay.

Tired of fighting the urge, you leaned up and kissed him. His lips were soft as silk as they parted slightly with a quiet groan, allowing your tongue to slip inside. He tasted like your salvation and you wanted more, your moans being evidence of that. Normally, you would be aware of yourself and hold yourself back but tonight? You didn't care.

Your heart raced as you threaded your fingers through his hair, dragging him closer as if you wanted to be breath him in, not an inch of space separating you. Butterflies danced in your stomach as the smell of his cologne made you dizzy and everything was suddenly overwhelming.

He groaned as you pulled back and his head fell against your neck. His heavy breaths played against your ears, it was nice to know you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

His fingers slowly made their way up your thigh, dragging up your dress in the process as you leaned against the arm of the couch, giving him all the access and consent he needed.

Wanting to break him, you leaned forward. "Guess what?" you whispered against his lips.

"What?" he breathed.

"I'm not wearing any underwear."

Bingo.

That seemed to do the trick because he growled and it was like the gentleman you had known no longer existed as his fingers found you.

Your head fell back as your mouth opened and a euphoric feeling unlike any other built in the pit of your stomach, slowly overtaking every nerve in your body. You squirmed against the arm of the couch, trying to simultaneously escape and get closer.

His fingers were relentless, offering you no escape from the volcano of pleasure that was threatening to erupt any second.

"I love the way you sound," he whispered the skin of your neck.

That seemed to be the right thing to say because you came with a force unlike anything you've ever experienced. A plethora of stars danced across your lids as you slumped over him, completely spent.

After a few seconds of recuperating, you grabbed his belt buckle but he held your hands, stopping you. "No, no. This wasn't about me. This was all about you."

"Are you sure?"

He kissed the top of your head as he fixed the bottom of your dress. "Positive. Let's get you cleaned up."

You nodded and he took you to the bathroom, helped you shower, you didn't miss the way his eyes took you in, and change into comfy clothes.

Leading you to your bed, he pulled back the covers and you slid in, moaning once you were tucked in.

"You make that sound again and I won't be able to control myself," he playfully warned as he nipped at your lips.

"Do you have to leave?" You didn't recognize your own voice, it sounded so clingy and it made you wince but at the same time, you felt that whatever magic had been in between you now would somehow disappear when he left.

"I can hear you overthinking and no this wasn't a one time thing and no I'm not going to change my mind. I want this to be real. I want to hold your hand when nobody is watching just because I can. I want to kiss you just because I can. I want to spend every moment intertwined in you until nobody can tell us apart."

"We totally violated the contract," you pointed out and he chuckled.

"It was worth it. Don't worry so much, okay?"

That was much easier said than done but still, tears clouded your vision as his words settled within you, "okay."

"Okay." He smiled and kissed you on your forehead and then left. You waited for the quiet click of your door as he locked it and then sleep overtook you mere moments later.