Personal Nothings

5.

a/n: semi-erotic entry coming through!

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after work hours (1)

I held him close, his taste still lingering inside my mouth. I looked at him, eyes filled with contempt yet ardor. He pushed me back against the bed and once again placed his mouth against mine; a gesture I'm still trying to get used to. My top was already unbuttoned and my pencil skirt was already discarded to the floor. I could see him eyeing my chest like the vicious animal he is. I crossed my arms over it and this only made him raise his eyebrow and, probably, his ego, too.

Everything was happening in a blur and I was slowly falling into his trap. My weakness is his strength and I'm pissed to say that right now, he is my weakness.

"Do you want to know what you look like right now?" he whispered into my ear and I averted my gaze from his, breaking the momentum he had before pushing him slightly away from me. "I'd rather not take any chances on that," I said quietly and he smirked with that goddamn pretty mouth of his.

He inched his face close to my ear. "If you ask me, I'd say you rather look tempting, chéri," he said, ignoring my retort, his voice dangerously low and husky. He retreated and began to unbutton his suit, slowly revealing that toned body I always hinted to myself whenever we were working. With the suit finally off, I could see why Gabriele Blanc is the talk of the town. Coming from a well-known French family and a double-degree from Oxford then Harvard, Gabriele isn't your typical man.

He is that man, as what my co-workers would say whenever we'd go out for coffee.

And right now, that man is kissing me. On his bed. In the dark. After work hours.

His knee was in between my legs as he ran a hand through his blonde hair; a gesture I've seen him do every day but only looked so normal to me. Now, with the moonlight draping on his face and hair, he looked like an ethereal creature of lore, waiting to ravish his next victim.

Sadly tonight, that victim is me.

"Like what you see?" he teased as his head tilted a bit to the side, immediately breaking my train of thought. I focused on his glinting blue eyes instead of his perfectly sculpted body and managed to life my upper body with the support of my (almost) weak elbows. "As if, Gabriele Blanc. You're only one of the many men that look like high-fashion models for underwear," I retorted, my face feeling hot as he allowed me to sit up. He stretched his long legs out and supported his weight with his hands while looking at me with those captivating eyes of his.

"Oh really? Pray do tell, how many high-fashion models have you seen in your life, chéri? And do they, let's say, treat you like this when you indulge in these types of delights?" he mused once again and he beckoned for me to sit on his lap. I reluctantly did so and by the time I did, he only closed the space between our faces with another one of his kisses. He tasted like peppermints and black coffee and cigarettes and I want to know how I taste like in his perspective.

I opened my eyes and saw that his were open, too. I broke the kiss off and he smirked yet again; that damn smirk that always gets to me whenever I am trying to get serious with something. "You're not supposed to look," I told him and looked away yet again. His hand cupped my cheek as he urged me to look at him once again, his thumb gently circling my cheekbone as he planted small kisses on my face.

"Chéri, I was curious because you might not like what I am doing," he said and kissed me again, but deeper this time around. My hands moved from his chest to the back of his head and I closed what remaining body space we had left. His body felt hot and I felt him undo my hair from its tight bun before running his gentle hand on it. His mouth works wonders and that scares me, but his hands do the opposite of what his mouth does and that calms me down.

He broke the kiss and planted one on the side of my neck. "Gabriele. Not so hard, please," I told him and held the back of his head tightly. I do not want anyone asking me questions when we go to work the next day; it's the last thing I'd want when we're done here.

Gabriele broke contact for a bit as he held my waist from underneath my top; his face a good shade of red from the kissing yet his hair is still neat from up front. I huffed a breath as he finally removed the last piece of garment that covered me leaving me in my underwear for him and his eyes to see. He planted a small kiss on my cheek before he goes back to my ear. He chuckles and I suddenly became nervous at what he said next and for what was about to come.

"Je vais vous travailler dur ce soir, mon chéri."

He sat back upright with my hands still at the back of his neck and in the littlest time I had, I processed the sentence before he begins to raid my body with his damn good kisses, a gesture I can get used to in the limited time we have tonight.

The last thing I remember before closing my eyes and drowning into his touch is his lips saying my name before engulfing me again with the warmth of his mouth.

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part two is going to come up tomorrow! or tonight if i can make it past my bed time because i am tired!

criticisms are highly appreciated! it's my first time writing something erotic (because wth, our school does not condone erotic literature except for our creative writing class which is THE BEST CLASS in entire schedule i have for this semester) so please tell me what you think of it so that i can make some adjustments to it!

much love, sam (◡‿◡✿)