Only You

7 - Hot and Bothered (m)

Authors Note:

Sorry, I have been neglecting this story. BUT, there is an "m" in the title as a consolation. *insert smirk here*. Take note however, it is a little 'm'. Not a capitol 'M'. So to my fellow thirsty ladies, settle down. ;)

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Sanem walked back into Fikir Harika. She felt like the easy part was done. Metin did all the real work. Now it was time to tell Can the truth and suffer the consequences. She had been concentrating these past few days on how to get out of the contract, not what she would say to Can. She knew she couldn't tell him at work. She wasn't sure how he would react, but knew it shouldn't be done amongst his employees.

They had shared so much in the past 24 hours. Been more intimate than they ever had been. She didn't let him do all those things in hopes that it would ease his anger towards her when she did tell him. She did those things with him because that was the only thing that mattered at the time. Lost in a moment didn't even begin to cover it. Even so, she hoped that on some level maybe Can would see that she trusted him. Trusted him in a way that went beyond the ownership of a scent. She simply didn't trust him to keep a level head. Which he had already proven he couldn't. First by nearly bankrupting his father's company with an $800,000 check then going to jail after punching a man.

She was lost in all these thoughts when all of sudden someone's arms were wrapped around her waist. She jumped and the arms, now familiar to her, tightened their hold.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Where was your mind just now?" Can leaned down and kissed her cheek and kept his close so his face was next to hers.

"I was thinking about you and your hot head."

"My hot... what?" Can bit his lip. He knew she didn't understand the double meaning behind her words. His own thoughts had been in the gutter all day. Remembering everything they shared at the hut and all the things they still had yet to share.

"Your tendency to get riled up." She clarified.

"Oh yes. That."

"What did you think I meant?"

"Nothing." He chuckled a little.

Sanem frowned at not being in on the joke. "So where did you go?"

"I went to the gym, like you suggested. Burn of some of my... energy."

"And? Did it work...?"

"You tell me." He stepped a bit closer so his body was flush with hers.

Sanem's eyes went wide and she gasped, "Can!" She whispered loudly. She had enough experience now to know what it was she felt against her back.

"Well it's your fault." He teased and nibbled at her earlobe.

"What? How is... that my fault?"

"All I can think about is you tipsy lying on my bed or you sitting in my lap in the hut."

Sanem felt herself becoming hot, remember all those times too. She felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead. And it wasn't just her skin becoming wet. She felt something similar to what she had felt in the hut when Can was inching his way up her thigh. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and let it out slowly. Again, she didn't have champagne to help calm her. But she found she didn't need it. She was loving the feeling of her own physical response to his.

Sanem turned around in his embrace. She wanted to see his face. She smiled while biting her bottom lip and put her hands on either side of his face to bring his forehead down to touch hers. "I love you, Can Divit. I just really want you to know that."