Learning Love (Book 1: Love Series)

CH 6- Attachments

HER gaze slid over the folder to the man across the room. He didn't seem befuddled at all. It's like he knew he was handsome and yum, and was used to the attention. 

        3. Which by the way bothers me. Imagination was never enough. I wish he'd... touch me. 

    "Btch!" she cursed. Gail felt her cheeks heat on. Taking another glance at Hitler, she didn't expect to meet his gaze and it confused her being unable to unearth if he was as bothered as she was. 

    Please don't nod. Please don't!

    Adolf nodded.

        Or I'll just touch him. 

    Gail croaked before clearing her throat.

        There's an itchy question that always ran my mind. How long do German ccks grow?

    She covered her mouth as she huffed in her shock. That familiar question!

        How long will it grow when it's finally inside me?

    The heat on her cheeks blazed.The question was meant to be whispered in the privacy of her and her sister's apartment, imagined behind the walls of her bedroom and under her sheet before she slept at night. Reading it out loud, in his presence, directed to him was something she never thought she'd be able to handle. She cleared her throat, closing the folder. Like her cheeks weren't crimson enough, she felt them burn her inch by inch as their eyes met.

    "I swear this is not my resignation letter but this is a huge mistake." She paused, uncertain how much explanation she should give. The truth was undeniable "My sister may have accidentally swapped the files." Jeez! What a surprise, sister! Although I am sure this will be my damnation.

    Adolf was silent for about 30 seconds, only scrutinizing her under his gaze. She locked gaze with the tie of his neck, feeling the burn cool up a little. When he cleared his throat, she saw herself packing her files in a box as his scolding voice followed her_

    "It would be such a loss to have started something and not ending it. Don't you think?" He uncrossed his legs and righted on his seat.

    She gulped, definitely not expecting that. Should she tell him how the Resignation letter ends? Without a signatory? Should she warn him? She knew the extent of dirt her sister's work brought. "But this was something we never started before." She tried.

    Adolf shrugged, appearing unaffected. "We just did."

    She wanted to disagree but... never mind! She'll just act normally. Casting him one last glace, she continued.

        I'm tortured when I see him. The more I fight the thoughts of him, the more they fight back. Thoughts of him doing wicked and mind-blowing things to me. 

    She's hyperventilating! 

        With his thumb, his fingers, his tongue, and his German cck. Attached are some of those things I imagine doing.

    Gail cleared her throat, trying to plead for this to stop, for he last time. When he nodded, she knew things were about to change between them. Forever.

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ADOLF was fully aware of what's happening. They were both engaged with a steamy resignation letter. But that's not the point. He just recovered from sporting a dangerous erection that had been hard on him since lunchtime. He spent half an hour in his car making sure he was collected before he went up to see her again. When he saw her at her table, he made sure to cut the eye contact. However, walking in on a resignation letter on his table truly upset him. Just when he thought she was staying. But the whole thing was a sham, and a hot one. The tightness in his pants came back. The dangerous sport he struggled to win is asking for another round.

    And now as she opened her dirty little mouth to continue with "attachments", he was sure he'd imagine more ways to use that little mouth and perhaps add a bit of tongue.

    "Holy crap!" Wide-eyed, she exclaimed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

    He wanted to skip the reading part and jump right into the action, but wouldn't that deem him too desperate, and thus incoherent? He needed this reason to make her desire him the way he did her. "Sitting down is all I'm doing. What's there to be unsure about?"

    "You're behaving differently today, Hitler." She commented as she rolled her eyes without caution. He knew she nicknamed him Hitler but hearing her say it made him want to make her scream it.

        In all honesty, I never had sx in an elevator before. But the thought is making me tremble in an attempt to resist it. Told you fighting back makes it fight back more intensely. What livelier excitement could there be than publicity? Against my back I could feel his hardness. With a wicked grin, I arched back making sure he knows that I understand his suffering, making sure he was nestled at the spot I craved him to be at. 

        I hear his breathing hitch, its hot steam graze my nape. Across the small compartment, I see him looking down uneasily on the top of my head. I bet he wanted to read what I was thinking but we both knew what it was. I want him. My eyes shut, reliving the times he'd hold me so close, breathe down on my skin, giving life to every inch. He has always been a savage lover and we both share a desire for the wild side. This elevator was a hard spot I wonder if he could read that too by the way I know he's drilling holes on top of my head.