In His Arms Tonight

Honey and Magic

“Ms. Swanson is your mother?” Jay asked looking at him skeptically. Gorgeous Greg produced keys from his pocket “That she is.” Greg spoke then came and let them both inside.

The inside was even more impressive than she remembered from the photos. She had had her eye on this listing for some time. The cozy two bedroom was just enough space.

They conducted the business mostly without looking at each other.

In the small kitchen his smell intoxicated her senses. So musky and manly. We could make good use of this table, she thought, all these empty rooms. Oh, what a time we could have.

Watching him go over the contract, his lips moving as he read. His kisses must taste like honey, the sweetest taste. Kiss me handsome, I will not mind.

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*Greg*

Why the hell does she keep looking at me like that? Greg didn’t really know what to make of this woman. On one hand, he thought, she seemed to be totally out of it and…weird, yet on the other his mother had practically sang her praises for months. Greg had been anticipating this day for some time. He was ready to put a face and body with all the things his mother had said. That was why he had convinced his mother to let him be the one to meet her today, he needed to put eyes on her for some reason.

His mother was a great judge of character, and she rarely went on about a person as she had with this Jayne. His two interactions with her today though, left him feeling as though she might have missed the mark on this one. Now that she was going into business with his mother he would have to keep an eye on things.

When he first caught sight of her earlier he watched for a moment. He had noticed her as soon as she barged into his kitchen. He had stepped out to smoke and make a few calls, he never got to the calls.

He at first was going to be cordial thinking maybe she just was looking for the waitress, then she turned and beelined for his stand mixer. Who does that? She was everything he imagined and more in the looks department though. Just the right size, he thought she would fit nicely in his arms.

He wondered what would make a single woman move so far away from her home. Was she running from something or someone? It was usually one of the two.

She smelled so good. He could sit here and take in that smell all day. Greg was prolonging the process a bit so that he could have more time to take her in.

Under the table where they sat, her soft legs kept brushing against his. It took every bit of willpower he had to not reach down and rub her legs. Greg wanted to get rid of all their clothes and feel her bare skin against his. He could very easily ravage her right now in his childhood home. It would make his day taking his time to find out what made her moan most. Then, speeding up as they both lose control. She probably feels like magic.