CHALLENGE : Secret Love Series

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"What took you so long?" He asked the moment he opened the door for me. He's not wearing his usual suit and ties, and his hair wasn't combed slick. He was barefooted, shirtless with jeans loose enough that it's barely hanging at his hipbone, giving me a peek of his treasure trail. It got me swallowing loudly. "Are you getting in or not?"

I just nodded and stepped over the threshold. The room looked like any motel room, with lots of green color on the carpet, bedspreads, and even the heavy curtain on the window.

"What took you so long?" He repeated his question as he locked the deadbolt on the door.

"I wasn't that late," I said defensively, "Umm, I brought Tacos. Want some?"

I handed him the paper bag, the meaty, cheese-y aroma wafted from inside the bag. He barely glanced at it when he placed it on the table next to the ancient television box.

"Not hungry," he approached me slowly, "But I don't mind eating you."

I laughed nervously. "Um, sure. Wait, before that let me use the bathroom."

It could be nerves but I instantly need to use the indoor plumbing like my life depends on it. Knowing my way around in this box of a room, I proceeded to the toilet. As I start closing the door, his hand slammed on it.

"What the heck are you doing?" I asked in surprise.

"What are YOU doing?" He asked in return.

"Dude, I need to pee," I was putting effort, trying hard to close the door but he wouldn't budge. "Move it. I need to close the door."

He kept the same pressure against the door making me sweat by just pushing against it.

"Are you crazy? No, definitely not," I protested loudly, realizing what he wants to do.

"Why not? I watch my girl pee. I wanna watch you too," he smiled mischievously.

"That's creepy. If you want to watch someone pee, go home and watch her. 'Cause I'm closing this door," I said firmly, disgust slowly bubbling at the pit of my stomach.

He might have felt I wouldn't give in, so he let his hand slides off the door. Softly slamming the door, I placed a foot against the door just in case he gets some other ideas.

After I'm a few gallons lighter, I stepped out of the restroom and washed my hands.

I sighed. He couldn't even wait for me to finish.

His hands were moving from my waist up my back to my shoulder and neck. Then it goes down to my breast and down my hips.

"Do you mind?" I asked, trying to reach a towel to wipe my hands.

"No, I don't mind at all," he grabbed my hand and whirled me to face him. "No need to wipe, Babe."

"Please, don't call me that."

"What do you want me to call you then?"

"Nothing. Just my name."

"Okay, Rei, kiss me."

I looked at him for a moment, his deep emerald eyes burning me from within. I stepped closer, wrapped my arms around his neck, and dived in for a kiss.

He returned it immediately, almost slamming me against the wall. His kiss was hungry, challenging, and rewarding at the same time. A slight growl escaped his throat as he tries to kiss me deeper with his tongue playing tag with mine. All the while his hand came down over me possessively causing my senses reeling as if short-circuited.