He's as tall as the door, my obsession, and almost as wide. His shoulders hold the promise of strength and safety, his tapered torso slims to promising hips that I try hard not to stare at. His eyes look through my soul, piercing my resolve and dissolving my barriers until I can no longer bear to be in the same room.
He doesn't know this, of course. I smile and nod and grab my files as if I am incredibly busy, then walk to the end of the office. Even though my back is turned and I occupy my shaking fingers with filing and other mundane distractions, I can almost feel him breathing on my exposed neck and wish that today I had let my hair down.

I can hear his footsteps as he walks towards me, and I turn to look at him through lowered lashes.

'Usual time tonight,' he whispers.

I nod. My mouth is dry.

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murphykam over 12 years ago

Thank you :) I totally agree. There's something tempting about the unresolved sexual tension rather than the gory detail!

Galen over 12 years ago

Wow. Scaldingly hot. The best erotica relies on the potential rather than the consummation.

murphykam (joined over 13 years ago)

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