Not My Parent's Favorite

Chapter 20

Randall

I followed Fabian in my office and closed the door. No one was in the office building as it was late in the evening and no one usually comes to the floor except for the cleaning crew. If needed I would lock the door, or he would. Fabian walked around the room, his stride being long and graceful. He walked slowly around the perimeter, glancing at all of my photos displayed on the bookcase. He smiled and touched a few frames as he proceeded to walk around my desk and sat down in my chair.

"So you're married?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?" I asked hoping it wouldn't be. Something fascinated me about him. I was instantly drawn to him, similar to what I had with Jeffrey.

"Not at all. Why me?" He asked, putting his feet up on my desk and crossing his legs at the ankles.

"Why not you?" I answered walking around my desk and standing next to my chair.

"Jeffrey was right." He smiled and played with a pen he had taken off of the desk. He raked his fingers through his hair sitting back and getting comfortable.

"He was right about what?" I folded my arms across my chest standing broadly and looking at him.

"He said you were intense." He repositioned himself, turning towards me, placing one foot on either side of mine.

"Intense? How so?" I relaxed, placing my hands on my hips pivoting to my right foot.

"The way you look."

"What do you mean?" I wondered what was wrong with my look. Fabian stood up in front of me, inches away from my face.

I gazed at him longingly in his eyes; I watched his eyes dot back and forth looking into my eyes. Without breaking our gaze, I stepped closer, Fabian inhaled, opening his mouth slightly. I leaned down and softly covered his mouth with mine. I closed my eyes sliding my hand alongside his waist to the small of his back, pulling him towards me as I cupped the back of his head with my fingers threaded through his hair. He inhaled me deeply as his tongue searched my mouth dancing with mine. His flavor was sweet and luscious as I kissed him deeply.

He quickly slid his hands around my waist as I cupped his face in mine while I kissed him passionately. His lips were warm and thick as I grabbed his ass, holding him closer to me. I felt his manhood lay against mine, making my soldier move. He panted as I moved down his neck, biting along the way. He grabbed a hold of my waist and pulled my dress shirt out of my pants.

I slowed kissing him, planting small kisses across his cheek to his lips. We held a kiss, our lips barely touching each other; my forehead pressed against his, my exhale was his inhale. I gazed into his eyes; we were so close my eyes crossed. I leaned back just enough to focus, never breaking our gaze.

"That look, that exact look right there, " he said softly looking into my eyes. "You're dangerous."

"I don't know what you mean." I whispered, feeling his breath on my lips. I kissed him softly and gently while he continued watching me.

"You have a way of enticing people."

"Do I?"

"You do. You have a way of making people do things."

"Is that so?" I said knowing I wasn't the only one in this office. "What am I making you do?"

"You're making me want you."

"Is that so?" I said, placing a small kiss on his lips.

"Yes," Fabian answered. He began to unbutton my shirt while I raked my fingers through his hair.