DESIRES - Tarini & Samir

God, Save Me!

He took off his tie, tossing it aside with his dusky, veiny hands. It landed right next to me. His eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering, as he moved closer. I was so caught off guard that I forgot to breathe. His gaze swept over me for just a moment before settling on my eyes again, holding me in place. I had no idea what he was going to do.

My mouth was dry, and I kept swallowing nervously. My skin tingled with goosebumps, and butterflies churned in my stomach. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. God, he looks like a Greek god in that maroon shirt. Please, don’t hesitate.

He kept closing the distance between us, and in one swift motion, he grabbed my waist, pulling me toward him like a flame catching fire. The spark between us was undeniable. He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, his hand still firmly wrapped around my waist. His fingers traced the shape of my face, lingering as they moved toward my lips.

His eyes followed the path of his hand, admiring the curve of my lips before continuing lower... down to my neck... slowly, toward my cleavage. His gaze lingered there, appreciating the outline of my chest before flicking back up to meet mine.

We were so close, our breaths mingling in the charged air, yet he still didn’t kiss me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the back of his neck, one hand tangling in his thick black hair, and kissed him hard. I kissed him as though he belonged to me—like I had every right to him. He was mine. Our tongues entwined, and he gave in just as much as I did. He pushed me back against the wall, kissing me wildly. His lips sucked on my lower lip, then my tongue, while his hands moved to my chest, giving just the right amount of pressure. I didn’t want it to stop... Mhmm.

ALARM RINGS

What the...Fuck!

I jolted upright, my heart pounding, tangled in the bedsheets. Shit, I’m going to be late for my meeting! I fumbled for my phone, the alarm still blaring like a siren dragging me back to the real world. 7:30 AM. I rubbed my eyes and groaned, the intensity of the dream still lingering, its heat flooding my skin.

My lips tingled. My body hummed as if his touch were real. I could practically feel his hands still on me, the weight of his stare...

What was that?!

I sat there for a moment, catching my breath, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. But the images stayed, stubborn and vivid.

That dream wasn’t just something—it was... intoxicating.

I buried my face in my hands, laughing in disbelief. “Great, Tarini. Now you’re dreaming about him.”

The thought of seeing him today? Ugh, no. Not happening.I don’t think I can look at him without... without imagining his hands on me. Without feeling like I’m on fire.

I threw off the blankets, standing up and pacing my room, still reeling. Why do I keep thinking about him?! It’s like he’s lodged in my brain. I can't have this. I can’t be imagining things at work—especially not about him.
I dragged myself to the bathroom, staring at my reflection. "Pull it together. You’ve got this."

But what if I see him today?I shook my head, splashing cold water on my face. God, save me.

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