IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

53-The test of his control

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Erica slipped out of the washroom, her body clad in a comfortable sports bra and shorts, with Kabir's white shirt draped casually over her shoulders. The fabric clung to her lightly, hinting at the curves beneath as she stepped into the softly lit room but Kabir was nowhere.

she ventured toward the open space near her room, and approached the pool side . The serene view of Paris night shimmered like a dream as Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance, casting a magical glow over the scene. It was then that she spotted him-Kabir, gliding through the water.

Sensing her presence, he turned, his eyes locking onto hers.For a moment, they simply looked at each other, until Erica's thoughts drifted back to their previous encounter, a sly smile spreading across her face. *He was starving me for a kiss the other day; now it's my turn to show him what starving really means.*

With a slow, deliberate motion, she discarded the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. The cool night air kissed her skin as she approached the pool. "Let's start," she said, her voice a sultry whisper as she waded into the water.

"What???" Kabir stammered, momentarily lost in the sight before him.

"Swimming," she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips and Their bodies moved together in the water, gliding like two fish in a sea for a while . And then both of them stood in the center of the pool, breaths got heavy and the water felt hot , droplets of water cascading down his face and her Shivering wet lips act as an invite , they leaned in for a kiss, Erica wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was soft, slow, like gentle exploration. But just as Kabir's hands began to grip her waist, she pulled away, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"I know a kiss isn't a kiss for Kabir until he's in control, and it's more like he is eating you up," she thought. Kabir's expression shifted in confusion as he leaned in again, desperate to capture her lips.

With a playful smirk, Erica placed her hands on his chest, leaning closer to whisper in his ear, "Kabir, remember... we should wait!" Her lips grazed his skin as she slightly bit her lower lip, controlling a laugh at his heartbroken expression.

And she stepped back, swaying her hips in the most sexiest way possible, she made her way out of the pool, leaving him gaping after her.

She came out of the pool and looked back at his grumpy face "Until now, I was the one acting like a bitch on heat, and he was behaving like a saint. But now the tables will turn. Let's see how much control you really have, Kabir. Get ready; it's going to be so much fun." She thought , giving him a sly smile.

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"Erica, are you ready or not? We are getting late- " Kabir said fixing his watch as he came towards Erica , His voice faltered as he caught sight of her.

Erica stood before the mirror, applying mascara. But it was the dress that stole his breath away-a figure-hugging creation in deep crimson that clung to her curves, its daring cut leaving little to the imagination. The back of the dress dipped low, accentuating the delicate curve of her spine, and Kabir felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks.

"Yess!!! I am ready!" she said, turning to face him.

Kabir's heart raced as he put his fist to his mouth, stifling a gasp. "Aaa!!!! Erica, don't you think that's quite revealing?" His voice was barely a whisper.

She took a step closer with confidence . "No... I don't think so! But if you have a problem, I can change it," she teased, her tone playful yet inviting.

"No... if you like it, I don't have a problem," he replied gazing at her intently .

"Okay... then let's go!" Erica said sliding her hands in his arms.

They went for a long drive in the beautiful city as Kabir drove with Erica sat beside him , her fingers dancing along his forearm, tracing his veins . She entangled her fingers with his as if taking measurements of hand.

Slowly she placed their entangled hands to her bare thigh making it hard for him to concentrate on the road ahead. Kabir was stealing glances of her throughout the drive.

Eventually, they arrived at a high-end pub, its vibrant neon lights dancing in the atmosphere . The place was full of loud music, laughter, and the allure of beautiful people filled the air. Kabir chose a plush couch in a cozy corner . He ordered a few drinks, the clinking of glasses and the rhythm of the music creating a warm embrace around them.

As he sat Erica slid onto his lap, her body pressing against him in the most seducing way possible . She began tracing her fingers along his chest skin through the undone buttons of his shirt. "Erica, what are you doing, baby?" he asked, his voice came ragged as she was making it difficult for him , unsure how to react as she moved sensuously in him lap.

"Nothing," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I just want to be close to you... do you have a problem with that?" she said making doe eyes, and he found it increasingly difficult to think straight as she shifted her weight again grinding herself on him.

They were lost in conversation, as their drinks arrived. Kabir took a sip, but Erica didn't touch it, her gaze locked on him with intensity. "Want to try?" he offered, tilting the glass toward her.

In response, she leaned in, and licked to his lips , tasting the remnants of the drink lingering on his mouth. "It's too savory for me!" she said with teasing expressions. she swept her hair aside, exposing her bare back, the soft curve of her spine inviting his gaze as she turned, nestling deeper into his lap, her neck tantalizingly close to his lips.

Kabir leaned in to kiss her and she brushed his hair back with her fingers, sending a thrill through him. He couldn't help but suck on the delicate skin of her neck but just as he was getting lost in the moment, she pulled away, leaving him flinching "Let's go dance!" she said getting up.

Kabir massaged his temples as she was literally Playing with him . they made their way to the dance floor, Erica took his hands and guided them to her bare waist, her body moving against him . She brushed her lips against his neck, teasing him further, and he swiftly turned her around in a way that her back collided with his chest.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "I think you should stop teasing me!".

"Why? What would you do?" she asked, a daring glint in her gaze.

With a smirk, he brushed his knuckles in the middle of her cleavage. "Last time I spared you Erica ... this time I won't," he said, his voice low and teasing. He could see a kind of nervousness flicker in her eyes, and he pressed on, raking his fingers along her back. "What happened, baby? Cat got your tongue or what?"