Anuj seizes me by the hips, his grip unyielding, and deftly swivels me around to face him before I even have a chance to act. The sudden whirlwind of motion forces me to clutch his forearms for balance. He orchestrates our entwined bodies across the confined space, pinning me firmly against the mirror. It sends a shiver through my skin, the icy glass meeting my exposed flesh. Yet, I'm unfazed. I'd willingly endure the iciest of confines if it meant having Anuj devour me with that insatiable hunger in his gaze.
His hands shift from my waist to my neck, and there's nothing gentle about the way he pulls my face closer to his. A faint, almost painful tension settles in my jaw where his grip is so firm, as if he fears that if he lets go, the moment will slip away.
My lips part in response to the brush of his thumb against them. He traces it repeatedly, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine, making my knees go weak in readiness for his kiss.
"Violet," he whispers hoarsely, his gaze locked onto his thumb.
"Why do you keep calling me that? It's not my name," I inquire, clutching at his sweater, desperately trying to draw him nearer, hoping he'll finally give in and kiss me.
His piercing coal gaze finally shifts from my lips, locking onto my eyes briefly before he seizes a strand of my hair.
"Your hair," he elucidates, holding it between us. "It had these captivating streaks of purple that summer. A perfect shade of violet. It's the first thing that crossed my mind when my brother brought you around."
I raise an eyebrow. "What was the second?"
"The fact that I absolutely loathed the idea of Vanraj knowing how you tasted when I didn't."
I exhale slowly, my heart racing as if it's trying to escape my chest. "Maybe it's time you find out."
His grin widens, and he leans in, his voice a sultry whisper. "It's about fucking time."
The words I could offer vanish into thin air as his lips crash against mine. Honestly, I prefer this response anyway. Anuj cradles my face in his hands, his thumbs gently pressing into my cheeks as he kisses me with a practiced finesse. Most first kisses are fumbling and awkward, but not with Anuj. There's an exhilarating rush of kissing someone new, but it's paired with an uncanny sense of familiarity in our rhythm. It's as if our bodies instinctively know how to kiss each other, despite never having done so before.
His tongue battles against the seam of my lips, determined to gain entry. I yield willingly, savoring every moment of the kiss. It's wild to witness Anuj losing control like this, to feel him surrender to the intoxication of kissing me.
It's more than just a kiss―it's as though he's marking me―claiming me as his own.
His body presses firmly against mine, pinning me against the cold surface of the mirror while his warmth envelops me. The soft contours of my body meld into the solid planes of his, and if I weren't clutching onto his sweater for dear life, I might melt into a puddle at his feet. Even without my tight grip on his fabric, the firm hold as he cradles my face is enough to keep me upright.
"Anupama," he whispers, his voice filled with desire as he gently nibbles my lower lip. "Fuck," he sighs, pressing his lips firmly against mine, his tongue brushing lightly. "If your kisses taste this delightful, I can only imagine how wonderful everything else about you must be."
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I long for his touch wherever he desires. "If your kisses are this amazing," I reply, my heart racing, "I can only imagine how skilled you are at everything else."
He responds with a low, satisfied sound as he deepens our kiss. His hands move from my face to my thighs, and I can't help but regret the time I spent with anyone else. None of them knew how to kiss like he does. His kisses are passionate and skilled, making me wish I could savor them forever.
His fingers toy with the hem of the dangerously short minidress, sliding beneath the fabric and rising to cup my rear. The material now bunches around my waist. If the zipper weren't stubbornly stuck, we could easily remove it, allowing his lips to explore more of my body.
"Violet," he breathes, breaking our heated kiss, his fingers still caressing my behind.
"Hmm?" I respond, my body ensnared in a spell spun by our passionate embrace. I'll dissect the nickname later, mulling over the fact that he gave me one at all. I've never cherished a moniker as much as the one he's bestowed upon me. Moreover, the significance behind it will linger in my thoughts for weeks to come.
"There's absolutely no way in hell you're ever stepping out in public wearing this," he declares, his gaze smoldering as it traces a fiery path over my form.
I open my mouth to respond when a knock from outside the door startles both of us.
"I'm back with a few items for you to test. I'll need to go to another floor to find some more casual options," Alex says, completely unaware of the situation she's walked into.
Anuj smirks, leaning in to give me a playful peck on the cheek. He playfully runs his fingers along my arm as I try to keep my composure.
"Okay," I answer, my tone a bit breathy but trying to keep it casual.
"Where did Mr. Kapadia go?" Alex's voice fills the silence as she goes about her tasks.
I have to suppress a smile when Anuj playfully traces his fingers over my arm, teasing me. I give him a look, silently pleading for him to stop before Alex catches us in an awkward moment.
My unease only seems to amuse him further. It's surprising to see this side of him, a mix of authority and playfulness, as he shakes his head, unable to hide his sly smile.
"He, um," I moaned as his lips touch the top of my dress. The silk corset of the dress accentuates my figure, and I can feel my heart racing. "Had to step out for a call," I say, attempting to cover up the intensity of the moment. His teasing nibble on my skin sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but feel a rush of desire. The thong that Alex left here is likely damp from our unexpected encounter.
Alex raises an eyebrow, questioning my explanation. Anuj looks at me knowingly, aware that I'm not being entirely truthful. I don't want Alex to know how much he's stirred me up in this fancy dress.
"Yeah, it was odd," I reply, playing along with Anuj's act, and he responds by leaning in to kiss me once more.
Alex announces her departure, and I let out a relieved sigh once she's gone. Anuj takes a step back, the heat still evident in his eyes. "Maybe it's time we figure out how to get you out of that dress," he suggests.
I turn around, brushing my hair aside to grant him access once again. As I meet his gaze in the mirror, the situation feels increasingly complex. We've already crossed boundaries before I've even started as his assistant.
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They actually locked lips?! Well, hello there, Captain Obvious! 🙄 I must say, I found this twist rather amusing. 😌💗
So, spill the tea, what's your hot take on this smooch or the whole chapter, for that matter? Was it worth the endless anticipation, or are we feeling a tad underwhelmed 😭🤌
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