My dark secret

Chapter 11

Hello, my lovelies! This chapter is a bit longer than the others (about twice as long) but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it  ;P

The kink is strong with these two! This is another NSFW chapter, so you have been warned!

Enjoy!

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Tom

I have never spent so much time in a book shop in my life. After dropping off her friends at the airport, she wanted to swing by and pick up something to read and we've been here now for almost an hour! In her arms she's got a stack of nearly ten books. Who has the time to read that much?

She tries to reach for a book on the top shelf but she can't quite get there. I lean in behind her, making sure to press myself up against her, and pull the book down for her.

She smiles in gratitude and tries takes the book from me. My fingers itch to touch her. At this point, my self-control is practically non-existent and it's a matter of when I have her, not if.

I don't let go of the book. "I'm going to need something in return," I say, my voice huskier than I intended. I lean closer and whisper in her ear. "Or you can owe me."

She lets out a small gasp and a couple of books fall to the ground.

She goes to pick them up but I grab her wrist. I can't take this anymore.

I kiss her. She freezes for a second but then starts kissing me back. One of her hands finds its way into my hair and her nails scrape against my scalp making goose bumps erupt all over me. I move my hand from her wrist to her waist and pull her closer to me. I'm trying to be gentle so as to not scare her off, but she's making it very fucking hard. Cautiously, I run my tongue along her bottom lip and she parts them for me. A soft moan comes from her and I grip the book in my hand harder. If it were up to me, we'd be home by now and she would be screaming my name.

"Ejem!"

She pulls away and look over my shoulder. I follow her gaze.

"This is a family shop!" hisses a very annoyed looking woman in her fifties.

Catherine pulls away from me and I just want to snatch her back against me.

"Ever so sorry," she says, smiling shyly. "You know how it is, young forbidden love and all that."

I look down at Catherine. Love? I wouldn't go that far.

The woman's expression softens and she takes us in. Me, unshaven, black boots and wearing my colours with pride; Catherine wearing a flowery top and a flowing skirt. Yeah, I guess we do look like the perfect example of forbidden love.

"Just be more careful in future," the woman says before leaving us.

"Maybe we should go home," I suggest.

Catherine.

I tap my driver's wheel nervously. Fuck, that was a good kiss! But I'm not sure what Tom thinks of it. The tension rolled off him in waves but he was a lot more reserved than I was expecting. And what is going to happen when we get home? Every time I see him in the rear view mirror all I can think about is kissing him again. What's it going to be like when we're alone, in my house with a bed just waiting for us?

I feel so turned on and confused. I desperately need him to finish what he started, but then again, he is my employee. Doesn't that count as prostitution? It certainly isn't professional.