Apollo
There are many things people consider intimate, holding hands, hugging, even having s*x. For me, it had always been just one thing, kissing a woman on the lips.
It had been years since I’d done it. I thought I’d buried that part of me for good. I never let another woman get that close again.
And yet, the woman on my desk kissed me.
I froze. My hips paused, my c**k buried deep inside her. My mind went blank.
Soft.
That was the first thought that struck me when her lips pressed against mine. Soft, warm, and uncertain. My lashes lowered as I processed it.
What unsettled me most wasn’t the fact that she kissed me, it was that I found myself leaning into it.
Her lips trembled against mine as she realized her mistake, but my body betrayed me. My instinct wanted to push her away.
