In the Heat of the Night

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In the late of the night, the heat of passion can push you into the desires that fuel the realms of your subconscious, but is it always the right decision?

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In the late of the night, the heat of passion can push you into the desires that fuel the realms of your subconscious, but is it always the right decision?

"I think it's time for you to go home." Michael's tone shifted into a very assertive cadence.

"Why? I thought you wanted to have fun tonight?"

The mystery woman motioned her mouth over his manhood moaning her want for him. When she pushed the tip of his penis between her lips he grabbed her head with both of his hands causing her to stop. As much as he wanted to give into her tempting taunts, his mind focused on Mina. It didn't help that he had a framed picture of her hanging above his bed.

"I don't mean any harm, you're beautiful. I enjoyed sharing drinks with you but maybe bringing you home with me was a mistake". The woman was somewhat thrown off by his excuse as well as her time being wasted. She stormed out in annoyance sending an instant throw of relief through him when he realized he was now alone. For a slight moment he eyed the framed photo above his bed. Reminiscing of moments of laughter and joy as he traced the outline of Mina's frame. Kissing the placement of the diamond ring he gifted her not too long after she visited him on tour.

It was too soon to propose, at least that's what his mind told him when he thought of the possible no's. After his first proposal from the past got shot down he was very careful about moving too fast with another woman. The average man wasn't going to be gifting a woman with a diamond ring but to him it was an easy endearing gift. Knocking himself out of his night time fantasy, he poured himself a quick glass of his preferred drink before making a silent prayer.

All just wishful thinking.

That morning, Mina had a few things to handle in the office before she spent the rest of the day running around the artists of the label. Her hands were full with folders of paperwork when she finally opened her office door only to drop all of the files on the floor.

"I was wondering when you were coming in."

A voice resounding from the seat of her desk. Her focus relocated from the floor where the scattered papers were, then to the familiar face and voice in front of her. "Michael? How did you get in here?" Mina's voice sparked in a high tone. "I have my ways." He replied back intently while getting out of the seat to walk directly to her.

"What do you want now?" Shying away from his body she pressed her lower back into the edge of her desk. "You know exactly what I want Mina." He moved out of the seat to take a hold of her, lifting her body further into the desk. Mina got off the desk reaching for the door until she was stopped by the shield of Michael's tie around her neck. The pressure wasn't violent but enough to keep her in place. Her backside on his growing member, the warmth of his breath heating the lining of her ear. The pressure of his hand cemented deeply into her skin.

"The things you do to me Mina..." His words cut short by his feathered sighs. Abruptly untucking her blouse from her pencil skirt he cuffed his hand underneath her breast. The instant contact sent an overthrill that transferred right within her lower region. He pushed her closer into his bulge before she broke away from him again.

"This is wrong Michael. Let's just stop while we both have our sane minds." Cupping the lining of her jaw before replying he fixed her a look of urge and determination. "What's so wrong about it?" Edging her face forward to him he pressed his lips onto her. Through an overpower of emotions he picked her up, tilting her on an angle on top of the desk. He reached for her hand guiding her to glide and caress his bulging manhood.

Michael slide his index finger across the bottom of her lip. Her mouth shook and quivered as the stretch of his tongue straying across his bottom lip.

Daring and enticing.

She pulled him into a kiss as she tugged at his pants until they were around his ankles. An enveloping plush filling embrace. "You're everything Mina, everything that ever wanted and needed in this lifetime."

He laid her body further out on the desk as he massaged one of her breasts firmly, missing the way he always had access to every bit of her. The dominant pressure of his lips conformed to her mouth forcing her to swallow her moans as he took possession over her movements. His hunger for her was inconsolable, in the moment he forget where he was. He was only thinking of how he wanted Mina to comfort him wholly. How he wanted so badly for the woman he shared drinks and conversation with last night to be her. 

When his dazing dawned out he removed his lips from hers to rest his head on Mina's chest, his ear pressed onto her heartbeat that was raging and high.

"Just leave him." He said as he pressed his lips down her torso. "I can't do that Michael." He groaned against her skin as he dragged his lips further down below her stomach. He kneeled in front of her, his face positioned closer to her sexual haven as his lips pressed a kiss on her clit. She caressed her fingers onto his ears pushing him back.

"Michael." Her tongue moaned his name. "You'll always be mine Mina, I don't care who you're with. Or what you do. You and I are forever ." He stood up right pulling her up to face him as he forwarded his lips onto hers once more enforcing his need for her. Michael got up and fixed himself up to leave. Mina watched the way the muscles in his back stretched as he moved closer to the exit. The broadness of his shoulders complimented his lean walk.

When the frame of his body was no longer visible through her window she let out a deep sigh and fell into her chair. Resting her forehead on the files on the table. Her mind was pounding through a collective frame of thoughts. She realized it was going to be a long day and she needed something to keep her focus.

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