The Employee

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"Oh, kiss my ass." Angela's laughter mingled with the playful cut of her words as she sunk into the fleshly cushion of the man beneath her, womanly fingers being caressed by more masculine ones.

"Yeah, I think I already did that." Prince taunts with a turn of his thick lips, a soft pop against his shoulder with the back of her hand pulling a chuckle from his lungs. A deep whisper then dances along the niche of her bent neck. "Marvin's still better."

The defeated woman surrendered, hands up as a white flag while her breast still shook with giggles. "I'm not doing this with you anymore."

For the past 20 minutes or so, they had stirred up an entire argument based on the likes of Teddy Pendergrass and Marvin Gaye, debating about which one was the true master of sensual soul. Light banter had quickly escalated into a full blown debate, but of course it never stayed serious enough for the both of them not to burst out into laughter at any given chance. Prior to their discussion, the two had partaken in a nice breakfast that Angela offered to cook alongside her companion. The quaint meal was smothered in coy smiles towards one another, flirtatious glimpses, and the occasional touch every few seconds. They didn't seem capable of keeping their hands off each other since earlier that morning, when Prince had demonstrated his acceptance to Angela's proper apology in his shower. Leading to half an hour of hot, promiscuous doings under a misty downpour.

Ever since then, the man and woman have not gone long without even the smallest of intimate gestures.

"Good. I win." Prince announced proudly, and a huge scoff from Angela entered the air.

"Yeah, you go ahead and think that."

"And I will." After his childish comment, their dim snickers slipped into silence that was neither odd nor out of place, but more of a sense of taking solace in the comforting warmth of their bodies laid together on the plush sofa. Filling the void by simply being in each other's presence. Prince's hand continued to fondle the woman's ever so gently, locking and unlocking fingers in a slow pattern that only the two of them would know. The back of her head tucked just below his chin whilst their limbs idly swept over the other's.

This state of utter serenity let the man think upon how effortless physical ecstasy tied the two of them together, but how they slacked in the ecstasy of knowing each other. Of course, there had been secrets washed unto risky shores between the two and laughable stories given to the others ears. But they didn't truly no one another like he desired. Prince wanted to know about her life, what turned her on, what made her laugh, what she liked or didn't like, down to what shoe size she wore. The man wanted to find out how he could stimulate her mind just as much as her body. He knew the entire process would take time, but he at least had to start somewhere.

"What are you thinking about?" His soft inquiry brought a slight boxing of her shoulders.

"Nothing." Oblivious to his intentions, Angela turned her head to gaze up at him, the corner of her mouth coiling to a smirk. "What are you thinking about?"

Prince stares at her in adoration before providing an answer. "You."

Her heart, as she had become accustomed to at this point, fluttered at his charm that was unintentionally sexy but innocent at it's base. As tempting as it seemed, she didn't jump his bones for the umpteenth time and instead smiled bashfully, her tone sincere. "You know, I've. . . I've never been this intimate with a man since. ." cracking a shy laugh, she relaxed back into his naked pecs,". .I don't know how long." She paused momentarily, her dry lips washed over by a wave of her tongue. "Not even with my ex before we got divorced."

Drawn in like bait to a fish at the comparison, he saw a window to gain further insight about Angela and hopped on the opportunity. "What happened?"