She's here once again. In his company. In his personal space. And Omer is still around. He really tries really hard not to hit him in the face every time he sees them together. Something primitive wakes up when she's around, like he wants to drag her to his cave and show her what this less of a man can't offer to her.
But he's holding it together the best he can. Until he sees her with that mini skirt of hers and the cute fluffy sweater she wears. His mind starts to spiral. Images of her getting dressed and undressed behind the screen in his room, her clothes all over the places. He misses her so damn much that words can't describe, only actions. And that's when the idea hit him. 'If you want to play dirty Mrs. Ayse, I'll play dirty too.'
He walks around trying to find her but she's nowhere to be seen.
"Gonca have you seen Ayse?"
"If it's so you two can fight again no. If you want her something else she's in the archive room but you didn't hear it from me." She says and gets back to work.
He's marching there, completely ignoring Ceyda who wants to talk to him about something irrelevant to him right now. His aim is down the hall and he's ready to give everything he has to get what he wants.
He sees her reading some files over her campaign all focused and gorgeous and he slowly approaches her from behind. She doesn't hear him but she feels him when he's extremely close to her back.
He's inhaling her scent. "That perfume of yours always drives me crazy." She shivers when his fingers trace her skin to remove her hair and to expose her neck to him.
"Kerem...." The tone in her voice is warning and daring at the same time.
"Yes....?" He says as his fingers nails continue their trips up and down the column of her neck. His touch light, faint, it's like a feather is touching her.
"Can you please stop doing that?" She takes a breath to stabilize herself.
"Why? As you said it doesn't have any effect on you, or does it?" He whispers the question so close to her ear. His proximity confuses her.
"Of course not. It's just it's not right because of.... him. Of..." Did she seriously forget her future fiancés name? And in front of Kerem?
"You mean Omer... I don't blame you. He's easily forgettable." He wraps his hand slowly, like a snake around it's pray, around her waist. But he never touches her. Only enough to bring her closer to him.
"He's a great guy with a lot of potential... Kerem!" His lips are ghosting over her skin. His hot breath over her neck makes her feel weak. She moves a little to get away from his almost touch but she ends up closer to him somehow.
"No matter how much you run you will always come back to me. We are push and pull baby. Forever doomed to be drawn to each other." He says and his voice is a fatal whisper, an attack her poor heart can't handle.
"That's not true." She doesn't recognize her own voice, all husky and strained. She clears her throat but it's not really working. "I moved on. Or at least I'm trying to. Please let me go." The last part is a pleading for the opposite so he pulls her closer to him. Their hips are touching in perfect alliance since she's in high heels.
"The next time you say that, mean it Ayse." His voice is threatening. His words are hitting her straight to her core. She turns around to leave but he's faster. She caged between him and the bookcase she was facing a minute ago. Her face inches apart from his.
She takes a deep breath but soon she realizes that it's a big mistake. With that move her breasts touch briefly his chest. Her lust is like a wildfire, exploding and burning her insides.
He's affected too, she can tell by his eyes, by the little 'hmm' he's letting out while he looks at her lips. That little sound that wakes the butterflies in her stomach. Kerem wants to kiss her so bad. He wants to pin her against every surface around them to show her what she means to him, but he has other plans.
His index starts moving upwards from the hem of her sweater to her stomach. He pauses there and he looks at her, wanting to see her reaction. She doesn't say anything. She just lifts her eyebrow in question. He continues his journey and his nail scraps her breasts over the layers of clothes she wears. She felt the fire in her lower belly growing even more. He keeps staring at her and he licks his lips at the same time.
His hand traces her neck again, her jaw line, the curve of her lips. Her mouth opens a little and he feels her warm breath against his finger. He separates her lips more with his thumb and she lets out a small moan.
He smiles and bites his own lip. His eyes are fixating on her mouth. She's breathing harder and shorter now. She tries to move away from his touch but his other hand is at her lower hip holding her steady.
"Let me go." She says in a futile attempt to save herself from this form of torture.
"Only when you mean it. I'm having so much fun here." His fingers are under her skirt going higher and higher. She throws her head back, breaking their eye contact, when he touches her inner thigh lightly again. He's teasing her and he's enjoying way too much.
She responds to him so well that he chooses to provoke her even more. He leads his hand higher until he feels her underwear. A whimper escapes her mouth when he barely touched her. Her hand is squishing his bicep of the same hand that's hidden under her skirt.
"Look at me Ayse." Her eyes are still pinned to the floor closed, as she enjoys everything she's feeling.
His thumb is still over her lower lip tracing it, so he lifts her head to see her eyes. He thought he was the one who was playing to win but when her eyes met his, the earth got lost under his feet.
Heavy eyelids are covering her eyes. There's nothing soft on that stare. The brown of her eyes is almost gone, passion and lust took its place.
"What will you do if I kiss you now Kerem? Because that's exactly what I want to do." He's off balance. That was supposed to be his game, his victory. But here she is turning the tables again.
He's getting closer and closer to her. His finger sets aside her underwear, testing her. Her pupils dilate even more as he touches her wetness. His lips are inches apart from hers, almost touching. She closes her eyes, he's everywhere and it's too much for her. He bites her lower lip and she moans.
His fingers are teasing her entrance. Small, little touches that make her roll her eyes. His thumb is hovering over her clit without really touching her. She wanted to scream but instead she grabs his wrist and brings his hand closer toher. He smiles against her lips and takes her lower lips between his lips onelast time.
"You know what to do if you want me Ayse." He says over her lips. And then he's gone.
She opens her eyes to find him a meter away from her. A smug smile forms on his face as she realizes what he was doing all this time. He was getting her all riled up to leave her hanging.
"Ayse?" She hears Omers voice.
"Oh look. Your almost husband is here. Go spend some more time with him before you break his heart." He says leaving her all hot and bothered, alone in the room.
