Sealed with a kiss (WomanxWoman)

15

It's 6:00 pm, and I'm a wreck. Only an hour left before we will ne on the way to Charlotte's place. In all the time we've been sneaking around, it's always been at my apartment or somewhere hidden, never at her place. What does this mean? Could it be that she's really going to leave Jeffrey? Are we actually becoming exclusive? Will we start a real relashionship? I have so many questions, and I suppose I'll get my answers tonight.

I go to the bathroom to freshen up, only to be flooded with memories of what happened here earlier today. The way she looked at me, her gaze dark and full of want, as if she could devour me right then and there before our kisses. God! How I missed those lips! I'm thrilled, but at the same time, I'm terrified. I already feel so invested in whatever we have. I'm ready to give her all of me, but I know it's much more complicated for her. She has a fiancé. She's my boss. She has a company to think about, and I'm scared she'll choose all of that over me. In fact, I'm almost sure she will, and I can't blame her. Why would she give up so much just for me?

She's Charlotte Feingold, a genius in advertising, the daughter of Richard Feingold, owner of one of the country's largest advertising firms. In this business, she's practically royalty. And me? I'm a nobody from nowhere. Why would a goddess like her even consider stepping down from her throne to be with a commoner like me? I already know the answer: she won't.

But somehow, I'm still drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I know I won't be able to refuse her. So here I am, standing in front of the mirror, feeling confused, lost. There's nothing in the world I want more than to be with Charlotte, but is it worth it? If Cherry were here, she'd probably tell me to stop overthinking everything and just dive in. I guess I need to take her advice and just see where tonight goes.

I leave the bathroom and nearly stumble into Charlotte on my way out. I freeze. "C... Charlotte," I whisper, barely able to find my voice. She smiles at me, that affectionate smile that makes me weak to my knees. How is she always so composed?

"Jenny," she says softly, her gaze drifting over me in a way that makes my cheeks flush.

I manage a nod, feeling my words slip away. Her gaze sweeps over my body, lingering, intense. "I know we said we'd wait until work was over, but everyone's gone. It's technically after hours... and I can't wait for us to finally be alone. What do you say? Shall we go now?"

My entire body heats with desire. All I want is to taste her, to be close to her, with nothing in the way. I reach out, brushing my fingers against her blouse, making sure no one's around. She's right; it's just us.

"I don't know," I tease, my voice playful. "I'll have to ask my boss... do you think she'll let me?"

Charlotte's blue eyes darken, a spark of mischief in them. "For some reason, I don't think your boss will mind. In fact..." Her hand slides up and down my arm, her touch warm and electrifying. "She'd probably encourage you to take a break. You've been working too hard, and she wouldn't want you to burn out."

Oh, I'm burning, all right. Every fiber of my being aches for her. "Let's go," I whisper, not even bothering to hide the hunger in my voice.

I've never been so happy to leave work. We both grab our bags and hurry towards the exit, my thoughts racing. I know there's a lot we need to talk about, but right now, all I can think about is her-just her. And the way our bodies will soon be tangled together, with nothing left between us but desire.
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The silence in Charlotte's car was thick and pressing, amplifying the tension between us. The air felt charged, and I could almost hear the weight of words unsaid. She drove faster than usual, and every red light seemed to draw a low groan from her. The fifteen-minute drive felt like hours, and I was nearly vibrating with anticipation and impatience by the time we reached her building. A gate opened to an underground parking lot, and she parked with quick precision. As we got out, Charlotte took my hand firmly, guiding me down a narrow stairway that led to a door. Once inside, the door barely clicked shut before she pressed me against it, her mouth on mine with a fierce urgency.

Our restraint shattered in that moment. I wrapped my legs around her, clinging to her as she lifted me effortlessly, her grip steady and sure. Her scent and the taste of her lips consumed me, making everything else fade away. She carried me through a dim hallway, never breaking the kiss, until we reached what I assumed was her bedroom. She laid me gently on the mattress, climbing over me, and I felt a rush as her thigh slipped between my legs.

A wave of desire took hold, and I started to move against her, seeking that delicious friction. She mirrored me, and together we created a rhythm, breathing heavily into each other's mouths. The room filled with our moans, raw and uninhibited. "I'm going to..." she whispered between gasps. "Me too," I managed, barely holding on. Then, in a powerful rush, we both reached a climax, our bodies trembling as we locked eyes, still clinging to each other in the afterglow.

Charlotte laughed softly, her voice filled with a mix of relief and amazement. "Well, that was a first for me," she admitted with a playful smile.

I laughed too, feeling equally astonished. "Same. I've never...like this...with our clothes still on."

As we lay catching our breaths, she rolled off me and kissed me softly again. Her expression shifted to one of seriousness. "I thought we came here to talk," I said, smiling but feeling a little nervous under her intense gaze.

Her eyes softened. "I swear that was my intention... But I'm not complaining. I... I've missed you, Jenny."

A warmth spread in my chest. "I've missed you too. More than you know."

For a moment, we stayed there, looking at each other. But I knew we needed to address the uncertain territory between us. "Now that we've got that out of the way," I began, motioning between us, "we need to talk. I don't want any more misunderstandings about... whatever this is."

The silence grew heavy again as Charlotte gathered her thoughts. She cleared her throat. "Yeah, well... you know I'm practically engaged, and there are so many expectations... Let's not forget, I'm your boss." Her voice was hesitant, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. "But there's nothing I want more than to be with you openly. I just need time to figure out how."

I felt a pang of fear rise in me. "So what does that mean, exactly? Because I can't go back to what we had before," I said, my voice starting to tremble.

She reached out, caressing my cheek softly, grounding me. I leand into her touch. "What I meant is... I want to be with you, and only you. It's just... complicated right now." Her eyes grew distant as she searched for the right words. "So, I'll stop seeing Jeff. I'll find a way to keep him at bay until I can end things properly-without risking my career or arousing suspicion. It means keeping a low profile... for now. Is that okay with you?"

I looked at her, feeling a knot of apprehension but also hope. The thought of being her hidden secret stung, yet she promised it would be temporary. "I understand that we can't have a 'normal' start, not with all these obstacles. But... do you promise me that if this grows into something more, you won't keep us in the dark forever? That someday, we'll stop hiding?"

She met my gaze, her eyes piercing and earnest. "There's nothing I want more. I promise."

Her words settled my nerves, and she took my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. My heart fluttered, and I leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as I slid my hands up to her shoulders, beginning to undress her. She moaned softly, her voice mingling with mine. "Then let's seal the deal," I whispered against her lips.

Just as I was about to undo her bra, she paused, holding my hands still. I looked at her questioningly. "What's wrong?"

She hesitated, her voice small. "I was just... wondering if, while we were apart, you... if you were with Cherry."

Her question took me off guard, and my breath caught. I felt my cheeks flush as I struggled to find the right words. "Yes... well, no... It almost happened. I was in a dark place, and she was there for me. We kissed, and it nearly went further, but I stopped it."

Charlotte's eyes dropped, her expression a mix of disappointment and sadness. "Why did you stop? She's beautiful, and you two get along so well. I mean... we weren't together, and I was with Jeff..."

I pressed my finger to her lips, silencing her. "She is amazing, and I love her as a friend. But I couldn't... she wasn't you."

Her eyes met mine, now full of tenderness and admiration. "I don't deserve you," she murmured, pulling me into a slow, deep kiss as I undid her bra and eased her out of her clothes. We had all night, and for once, it felt like the beginning of something real.