The copy room was once an office which basically looked more like a closet now with the expensive contraption, cases of copy paper, three fax machines and dozens upon dozens of office supplies located on shelves just above the copier. She opened up the face of the printer and began the long process of copying page by page. First page...her mind began to wander. Thoughts immediately drew to Eduardo. What are Leticia and Eduardo doing this weekend? Would they go over and visit The Family? Second page...Good Lord, don’t forget Victor called and asked you to bring home a package of diapers for Valentina. Third page...I wonder when this project will end? I wonder how much time I’ll have alone with Eduardo each night. Fourth page...I wonder how much money I’ll be making out of this—Eduardo was there, in the copier room, she could smell his aftershave. Amber turned around thrilled then curious, “What’re you doing?”
Eduardo just stood there—frozen—and looked at her in an undeniable way. “I’m trying to find a way around your body,” Eduardo confessed, pointing up at the second shelf. “We need correction tape and I offered to get it.”
Amber’s mouth closed. Good Lord, she wanted to kiss him so severely. She took a step to her right and paved a way for him to reach over and grab the tape and their shoulders brushed against one another. A blaze of sexual tension erupted and her body stiffened. Good Lord, if he didn’t make her feel indiscreet! She wanted to grab his collar, feel his velvety lips on hers once more, tear open his shirt; kiss his bare chest, trail her mouth down and around his skin towards his crotch.
“Don’t do that.”
Amber had no way in realizing how her eyes being closed and her body so inviting caused Eduardo’s self-control to topple over. Amber opened up her eyes. “Don’t do what?” She whispered back.
“Bite down on your lower lip like that,” Eduardo expressed in a husky voice he never allowed her to listen to until now. “Close your eyes. Thrust your—” Eduardo stopped and practically ran out of that small space. Walking hurriedly towards the conference room, he cocked his head to one side and straightened out his tie trying to calm his arousal down. Damn her! Damn this situation! Damn it all! He was beginning to wonder about her working there. Before she started, he could build up the anticipation of seeing her and walk around aimlessly like a lovesick puppy. Now all she did was distract him all day long! Her hair, those lips, her body, her aroma, the way she smiled, the beautiful array of sunshine surrounding her face every...fricken’...time...she entered a room! Amber was beginning to affect him in ways no woman was ever to infiltrate and that feat was an exalted hurdle to jump over.
It was business as usual two nights later. Eduardo and Amber kept it strictly production: typing, research, dictation, and modification, the third night was a different story. Eduardo was nervous around her—she was sheepish around him and their professionalism turned into noticeable awkwardness. The threesome finished their research early that day and went home leaving Eduardo and Amber alone in the conference room. Uninterrupted in the 20,000 square foot office suite, it was nearing seven o’clock.
“Almost done?” Eduardo asked as he shuffled paper neatly inside a binder.
“One more paragraph.”
Eduardo cleared his throat. “Amber...before you leave, do you have a moment to talk?”
Amber closed her eyes. She knew precisely what was on his mind; she just preferred not to hop through that hoop. “About what?”
“About us,” Eduardo blurted out, tense and nervous once again.
Amber stopped her typing. The kiss...it was about the kiss. “What about us?”
“Will you look at me?”
Amber started typing again. Good Lord, no! His hypnotic gaze always took over her concentration. “Eduardo,” she swallowed, staring straight at her monitor quickly trying to erase the grin on her lips. “What happened between us...has to remain forgotten like it never happened.”
“What if I told you I’m unable to?”
That got her to turn around. “What?” She asked in disbelief.
Eduardo leaned forward in his chair, ran his hands down the front of his pant legs. “Am I imagining this…the chemistry that we share?”
He felt it too? “No,” Amber confessed quietly, “But you hold chemistry with everyone.”
“Not every woman,” he expressed lightly.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Amber...” Eduardo hesitated, trying to find a way to be straightforward without being so direct. “...I can’t stop thinking about you. Can’t stop thinking about pleasuring you more than just kissing.”
Amber’s heart sunk. Good Lord! Talk about rascals! “Eduardo stop it—don’t say anything else. Oh my God, this is so bad, this is so wrong! Just shut up.”
“You’re in denial.”
“I am?”
Eduardo laughed, she was so cute. “I am. I’m sure you can see my carefulness when we talk sometimes.”
“I notice...something,” Amber voiced, her smile dwindling to a solemn gaze.
“Look at you,” Eduardo determined, “Look at me, our borders are going to destroy us both.”
Amber’s heart was racing but couldn’t help but beam. She took his severe inquiring and turned it into silliness. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Eduardo was deadly serious initially. Now, he couldn’t help but joke along with her. “I was—is it just cause?”
Amber was enthralled by Eduardo’s erotic degree. “Honestly?”
“Indeed.”
Amber gathered her documents together and walked over to Eduardo’s side and placed them on his workspace. She purposely caught his eyes and confirmed, “I concur counselor.”
She was flirting with him now and Eduardo was no longer apprehensive and couldn’t stop his mission if he wanted to. Amber began to walk away when Eduardo grabbed her waist from behind. “Can I ask you something else?”
His hands on her body sent chills up her spine. Amber rolled her eyes, “Sure.”
Eduardo tediously turned her around and bore up into her stare. He was still seated but his hands remained on her waist. “You feel comfortable with me right?”
Amber looked intently down at him; she knew she shouldn’t but just couldn’t help herself. His green eyes were piercing, entrancing and instantly thinned her posture. “If I didn’t, your hands wouldn’t be resting on my hips.”
Eduardo chortled, circled his eyes around her face. “We’ve been friends for quite awhile haven’t we?”
“Yes we have,” she agreed, her eyes not venturing off from his measured seduction.
“And every time I look at you, tell me what you feel.”
Amber’s throat closed up. She was already in love with the man, why shouldn’t she know the rest?
He noted her tension, “Be honest.”
“The truth?”
“And nothing but.”
Amber held still for a moment and ran through all the holidays when she was not able to see him. All those long lonely days unable to visit the man she now loved. “Restraint.”
Eduardo closed his eyes. That blew his mind away. All these years he’d been longing to touch her like this, yearning to kiss her lips, feel her quiver beneath him in contact, she had been feeling the very same thing? But somehow, he knew that she felt similar deep down in his soul and knew they’d come full circle and make love one day. He was so goddamn sure of it; it was the insight that had been so upsetting all these years. She was his, born to be his mate.
“I know you’re afraid of what you feel,” he said in a hushed voice, “But I sit before you already a conquered man,” Eduardo conceded, his fingers digging into her torso. “I’ve had to restrain myself as well and I can’t fight it anymore, I want to surrender to this moderation. I’m staggered by your beauty, drunk from your aroma, silenced by your mere presence in a room... Help me Amber …help us to let go.”
His confession had such a weakening effect on her. Her emotions were in an uproar. Is this a fantasy? Good Lord, I really ne
ed to wake the hell up. “Eduardo,” she professed, trying to find the words. “We’re both married; kissing each other once should be as far as we ever go.”
“Amber that kiss the other day, was me desiring to know what it felt like to finally taste you,” he reasoned, removing his hands from her waist. “But that kiss didn’t quite settle my greed Amber; I request to know all of you.”
“Eduardo,” Amber softly expressed, trying ever so hard to believe every word that he said. “What the hell are you telling me?”
Eduardo grabbed her hands now; Amber was still inches apart from him and hadn’t left his side. Eduardo closed his eyes and began caressing her hands within his. His heart was pounding uncontrollably; he’s never wanted someone so much, never had to beg his entire life! “I want to be with you.”
“I’m here now, you are with me.”
He smiled, “No, not like that, I want to make love to you.”
Amber now backed away and released her hands from his. “Stop it Eduardo, this isn’t cute anymore.”
“You think I’m feeding you a line?” He asked, unbelieving.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but it isn’t funny…and it’s downright cruel if you ask me.”
Eduardo rolled his eyes, shook his head. “I’ve never wanted a woman more than I’ve wanted you. What you’re hearing is the truth and what you assume and what you’ve heard from others is all speculation. I’m very selective Amber and I don’t apportion myself with just everyone.”
Apportion? Is that a fancy word for share? Amber stared at his position. Of course not, she realized. And doesn’t he look confident as he leans back against the conference room table, crossing his arms over his chest observing me taking in a deep, deep breath of paranoia. But then she noticed him suffering his own gulp of air. He wants me…I’m his selective choice. Should I allow myself to feel this special? I hold the power now with my decision. I do…ME, and I can either succumb to this desire or continue to keep him...and myself…in bondage.
He waited on her progression until her mind finished contemplating her next move. “Why is it so hard to believe that I want to be with you?” He said, holding his ground. There was still uncertainty in her eyes. If it were his decision to make he wouldn’t have inquired, his commanding prurient nature would have taken over in seconds and her nails would be digging into his back. No, he was going to leave it up to her to make the decision for them. If she felt the same desire—she just admitted that she did—then she would make the first move. But if she wanted to continue restricting herself—Good God his emotions tortured his heart just thinking about it—then he would never be able to be around her again.
Good Lord, what should she do? Where was that etiquette book? The one that tells you how to act when your brother-in-law tells you he wants to make love to you? Amber couldn’t say anything else her breathing was so sporadic. One time, no one would know and we’re alone in the office; it’s the perfect opportunity, a secret to bury deep for all eternity. Oh hell! Why am I still trying to be proper when all that drains me is being improper with him? “I wanna be with you too,” Amber at last declared.
No longer at her mercy, Eduardo abruptly returned to his sexual prowess and slowly emerged her, like a wolf stalking its prey. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
Eduardo grabbed her hand again and led her out of the conference room.
How funny, Amber thought for a second, to be holding hands with him. It didn’t even feel odd or out of place, it felt natural, at ease, and that scared the hell out of her! Eduardo led them down the hallway and towards the entrance of the suite. “Where we going?” Amber halted, pulling him backwards.
Eduardo slowly turned around, “If we’re going to do this right, then we’re headed to a hotel.”
“When is an affair ever right?”
Eduardo agreed with her smiling, “Amber, if this is my one night with you…then I want it to be a night you’ll remember.”
Twenty
An Affair Of The Heart
All expanse of time evaporated as Amber reopened her eyes to find herself alone with Eduardo inside an unrecognizable hotel room. Where the heck were they? And when did she first realize she was there? The more she surveyed the space, the further she realized that it must have been one expensive hotel. A fireplace in a sitting area, two sofas and a love seat, antique armoires with hi-tech electronics, even a small kitchen, no rather, a grand kitchen, with a bar and a 26 cu. Ft. side-by-side platinum Kenmore. A separate bedroom that housed a big bed—no, a somewhat massive mattress with four mammoth posts on either side made of impressive carved mahogany. The walls were even papered with some kind of silky padded fabric and there were bouquets and sprays of flowers everywhere! Fresh flowers of pink and red roses, orange gerberas, yellow lilies, and white daisies! The room was very beautiful and oh so romantic; she couldn’t stop being so incredulous over it.
“You all right?”
Under some kind of spell, Amber wandered over to the balcony area; she thought she heard waves crashing against a current. “Are we by the ocean?”
“Yah, we’re in Malibu,” Eduardo stated, pressing a button on the wall to light the automatic fireplace. The hearth lit up like a miniature bonfire.
Seeing the waves continuously crunch up against the rocks down below confirmed that she really was in a hotel room and she looked beyond the balcony and noticed impressions of tiny little lights twinkling beyond the horizon. “How pretty,” she managed to say.
“Come back inside,” he coaxed behind her.
Amber blinked out of her trance and eyed Eduardo slowly approaching. With one simple move, he smoothed down her shoulders and took her hand and led her back into the room. She tried to focus on only him and concentrated on his calmness and unaffectedness as he gently caressed her cheek, the soft dimple on her chin and circled his eyes around her face soaking up her stance and uncertainty. “Now that it’s happening, I don’t know what to do.”
Eduardo remained composed and resumed touching her face. Amber took in every detail of his features so close up to hers. His verdant stare, the few waves of hair sticking up and around his earlobe, the tiny little scratch alongside his jaw line and his velvety lips, oh those lips...she wanted to kiss those lips...
“I’ll show the way,” he coerced, bringing his hands up to her head.
Amber’s heart dropped, Good Lord...what comes next!
He gently pulled out the clip that held up her hair; the length of her mane fell decoratively around her shoulders. Amber’s eyes remained with his as she watched Eduardo’s face change from tender to beguiling.
Eduardo ran his fingers tenderly through the soft duration. “I promise you,” he uttered while ravishing her long hair, “You won’t regret it.”
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! “I won’t, huh?”
“You won’t,” he gruffly replied, “You may even like it.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Amber whispered, entranced; she wanted him just to take her already.
Eduardo entwined his fingers with hers and held her hands for a moment. He absorbed her posture and felt her shivering. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he reassured her, “Unless, you want me too.”
Oh...dear...God, the man was naughty. The indecency in his eyes, followed by his perseverance smashed Amber’s resistance to smithereens. Rapidly, she realized the man had walked her backwards and cornered her into a wall, his ample frame possessing her, she couldn’t think straight; she definitely couldn’t breathe, Eduardo’s solid body had compressed against hers suddenly in a delicious, untamed way. Pressed against her privately, his leg parted hers and his erection teased her abdomen.
“Relax. Don’t think...explore.”
Amber continued to hold both his hands when Eduardo guided her arms behind his backside. Her chest moved up and down sporadically, she wanted him to just hurry up. She allowed her arms to extend behind his back to feel the tightness of his shoulders, oh God, he was
amazing...His lower hind, dear God and he was so solid...she was allowed to handle him, but he wasn’t permitting himself to touch her?
Eduardo didn’t kiss her immediately, but gradually skimmed her neck with feather-like kisses. Closing her eyes, Amber tilted her head sideways to welcome the thrilling bewitchment. Catching her breath barely, his lips brushed hers slightly, not kissing her, but teasing her, then across her face emerging towards the back of her ear, kissing her there instead.
What a mischievous little taunt he was, she thought as she straightened out her head as he successively withdrew. Amber gleamed purposely into his eyes, lost in the deep green of them, he wanted her—she wanted him as well, she waited so long...
Amber bent forward and glided her lips across his obligingly. Eduardo wavered, held off from devouring her until he knew for certain she would surrender fully without any remorse. Her body was still trembling from nervousness; he would have to calm her down first. “Be mine,” he asked compassionately, his lips back on the crux of her neck. “Just once...be mine.”
His body motionless, heart pounding against heart, still hadn’t allowed his hands to touch her. Instead, Eduardo left them flat on the wall behind her head and permitted Amber to roam his body at will, allowing his warmth to comfort her, his mouth trailed sensuously alongside her neck.
With Amber’s gentle fondle, she proceeded to wander his physique; up his chest, down his legs, every caress increased her sensitivity. She rested on his erection and lightly outlined the shaft with her fingers; he didn’t even flinch but rather, let out a throaty groan and allowed her to handle his awakening. Hastily, Amber pulled his shirt from within his tucked trousers, anxious to feel more of him.
Feeling Amber’s hands trying to nudge at his belt, Eduardo all the same set aside his arms and brought his mouth up and around her ear allowing the heat of his breath to dive inside her earlobe, twirling, infiltrating simultaneously and transporting Amber into a depth of proficient bliss.
He’s an expert, Amber decided, as he left her ear for her wide-open mouth. Again, that sensational tongue of his, calling out for hers to dance, igniting sensuous fires within, she held his body tightly, why hadn’t he touched her yet?
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