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They had gone in and out of the attraction several times.

 

When he walked in the room, a shiver ran up her, a tingle ran through her scalp, her eyes watered, and her guts dropped.  A wave of want came over her.

 

“Hi! Come here and give me a hug.” He smiled and opened his arms with that huge, inviting grin.

 

“You look awesome!”

 

She almost jumped into his arms, a little scared because she wanted to give herself completely and feel a lot safer with him.  She melted into him, looked into his eyes, kissing his full cupid’s bow lips and pulling back quickly before pushing past them with her tongue.

 

“How’s it going Vanessa?  Are you giving yourself this kind of love?”

 

He pulled her in, not caring about the twenty other people in the room chatting and hugging after the meet up which dealt with increasing social intelligence and reading body language.  His tongue parted her lips and wet caressed, soft and rough, the slick, soft underside of her tongue’s tip.

 

She pulled in grinding her hot pubis into his, in which the blood flow had changed.  He quickly broke the kiss and pulled away, sucking her tongue and saliva as if to keep it.

 

“Better stop now Van!  Your clothes will jump off you and the others may not approve of you fucking me right here….hahahhahhahhahha!”

 

He almost whispered it, yet she turned almost purple.  She just didn’t do that, being a respected evolutionary psychologist and all that comes with it having written books and made the lecture tours, maintaining a professional, pubic posture.

 

She came into him again, thrusting her hips, rubbing her clit against him through their clothing, wanting to come on him. 

 

He drew her in tight, both of them starting to sweat, “OK, let’s go to my house, its close…”

 

“I don’t know what’s getting into me!  I don’t act like this.  What have you done to me?

 

Hahahhahhahha..” There's that damned smile and laugh again.

 

 

She shook her head.

 

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“Here it is Van, just the way you like it.  Skinny Vanilla Soy Latte, venti extra sweetener and vanilla…”

 

“Thanks Marty.”

 

It was a daydream.  Marty’s hand found the small of her back while he handed her the drink.  He scared her.  Her daydreams were getting too vivid.  She really couldn’t get involved right now.  She was wet, almost lathered.  She had come while in that trance.

 

“Good thing we aren’t having sex…yet.” He smiled slightly tipped his head and moved the hand on her back to her hair which he feather touched as though stroking her sexual nimbus. 

 

“Marty, I won’t get involved.  It will distract me from my work!” Vanessa pulled away shaking her black hair, straight and layered, thick almost like a mare’s tail.  Tipping her head, eyes watery, she looked down and to the side where her feelings were.

 

“Hahhhahhahhahhaaaa! You mean it will give you so much passion it’s scary, huh?”

 

The smile was making her groin hurt with pleasure.  She so wanted to kiss him and have him put his mouth all over her.  She just knows he is a devastating lover.  She’s afraid he’s a lover for too many women.  She can’t bear the idea of only sharing him.

 

“You do know when you make that move, it will be only you.” He licked his pouty lips and looked deep into her right eye and at her lips.  She just had to kiss him.  He leaned over to her, opened his mouth, gently and with a little moisture, kissed her upper lip, feeling the thin, soft fuzz there and lingering just right.  She quivered, almost to weeping and  pulled away again.

 

“Don’t!  I have too much to do to fall in love with you!”

 

“You’re such a girl! HAHAHAHAHAHA…so, you have already decided you’ll fall in love with me by taking me for a lover?  Van, you’re already there.  Such a good problem to have!  HAHAHAHAHAHHA…”

 

He squeezed her slightly on the elbow and looked in her eyes again, kissing her long and slow this time, moving her toward a table for two in the back of the coffee shop while the onlookers rubbernecked like voyeurs at an orgy.

 

He broke the kiss, waltzing/walking her slowly, her eyes closed, one hand holding the cup, the other his arm, her mouth almost watering and her guts dropping and tingling like in the daydream…

 

“No, I am just infatuated with you!”  She sat down, pulling her lips away, attempting to gain her composure while a movie of them being together ran at high speed forward, in the most brilliant colors in her mind. 

 

“This project is most important right now. “  She flipped open her lap top after getting it out of the case that had been slung over her shoulder.

 

“Shit, I have to get my purse, I left it in the car.”

 

“Can you feel my intentions and appreciation for you?”  His gaze was dead on lover man, she imagined she was hearing his heart beat slow and hard, his cock filling with blood.  His hands on her; fuck she didn’t want this! Yet she now remembered how this was her fulfillment.  Her pleasure.

 

She almost ran to the car, considering jumping in and driving away, leaving the laptop for him to bring to her later. She calmed herself as she clicked the button and unlocked the doors…there’s the purse.  She came back in the coffee shop with a lot more swing in her hips, feeling her clit as she walked.

 

“OK Van, let’s get to work.  You’ll have to come to my house later when you feel more relaxed about this attraction. Hahahhahha.  You’re so cute.  I want to eat you like an ice cream sundae.  Anyway…”

 

“Yes, here are the survey questions.  Well the rough draft of them…”

 

She wanted to cry.  Fuck!  This guy is like the “ONE”.  He heard that in her mind.  Saw it on her face.

 

 

“I love working with you sweetie!”

 

He smiled.  It is sooooooooooooo infectious.  So delicious…

 

“Yes, let us proceed…”

 

-to be continued…

 

 

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