Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfil a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natural than sexual desire; there is nothing less natural than the forms in which it is manifest and satisf...
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"How was your day?" Omar asked as he came to stand behind Avery, wrapping his arms around her waist as his lips found the soft skin of her neck.
"Work was good; I oversaw a company I'm representing win big against their former partners," Avery explained, her mind on the movement of Omar's lips on her skin rather than her Thursday in the office.
"How much?" Omar asked in amusement.
"Fifty million," Avery confirmed.
"If you had told me earlier, I would've shown up with some flowers at the very least. That's incredible, baby," he said, congratulating her.
Avery possessed a level of modesty that Omar knew was rare, but he loved that about her. She never sought validation or accolades; she simply focused on doing her job well.
"Thanks," Avery replied, her cheeks flushing slightly at the praise. She turned to face him, their bodies now closer together. "It was a team effort, really. I just happened to be the one in the spotlight today."
Omar chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You always downplay your achievements. You're the one who led the negotiations and steered the team through some tough waters. Take the win; it's yours, baby."
Avery smiled, her heart swelling with affection for him. "Thank you, Omar."
"You're welcome," he said, lifting her onto her kitchen counter so he could stand between her legs. "We should celebrate."
"If by celebrate you mean order in from my favorite Chinese restaurant and lay in bed with you, I'm so down." Avery grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The thought of a cozy night in with Omar, indulging in her favorite takeout, felt like the perfect way to unwind after a long week.
"Sounds like a plan," Omar replied, his voice low and playful. He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers. "But I might have a few other ideas for how we can celebrate too."
Avery raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Like what?"
Omar's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Well, I figured we'd have one another for dessert."
"You taste good enough," Avery agreed, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she stood on her toes so she could playfully flick her tongue out against Omar's bottom lip.
Omar's breath hitched at the teasing gesture, his gaze darkening with desire. "You're so sexy," he groaned as he palmed her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
