The touch of Carla’s soft palm against his was getting too much for Jason. He had no idea just a simple touch would make him want more.
And she looked gorgeous in a black blouse buttoned to the neck and a floaty black skirt that went down to her knees. It looked librarian but Jason was finding it to be his favorite outfit.
He gave up. There was no way he could wait.
Carla squeaked as he pulled her over to a maintenance closet and pushed her inside, shutting the door behind them so they were encased in darkness.
“What are you doing?”
Jason found the light switch and flicked the light on. Finding a broom, he wedged it under the handle to jam it. Then he pressed Carla up against the door, pressing her in with his body as he buried his face in her neck breathing in her subtle perfume.
“I missed you.”
Carla shuddered, dropping her bag and putting her hands on his biceps.
“I missed you, too.” She whispered.
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He pressed a kiss to Carla’s neck.
“Meet me tonight.” He pleaded.
Carla sighed.
“I’ll have to take a rain check. I have another interview for a separate article.”
“Rearrange. Cancel.” Jason pulled back and looked down at her. “Just come and be with me.”
Carla opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes were glazed over, her hair mussed and her mouth was swollen. She looked well and truly loved.
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She also looked well and truly his.
Carla smiled and touched his face with her fingers.
“Maybe afterwards?” She suggested.
Jason nodded. Reluctantly he pulled out and they dressed, trying not to touch each other. When they were more or less presentable, Jason pulled Carla in for another kiss.
“Text me when you’re done.” He whispered against her mouth. “I’ll be waiting.”