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Maybe not out of Reach - Part 1

Date: 10/15/2017, Categories: Novels, Author: Tranquil, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

printer in this room rather than in his office. The amount of times he makes me get up to collect his printing in a day was ridiculous. I had silly ideas and dreamed like, 'maybe he liked to see me move around' but I checked and he never was watching me. Even when I could feel his eyes on me as I moved down the corridor, I knew it was my daydreams. It didn't help that his office door was at one end and the printer room the other, I couldn’t move without being self-conscious. Would love to be that girl who’s hips wiggled seductively rather than my thickish hips. I am short. 5feet 3 inches. No hiding the fact. It's the reason I live in stilettos, to give my legs that look of length. Being short also meant that I had a short body ensuring my hips and my breast look twice the size they actually are. Having a small waist just emphasised them further. I tried so hard to not let them sway so that I didn’t look silly because believe me; I would. He stopped at the door, gesturing me to enter first. Again I brushed his body with mine, not intentional, there honestly just wasn’t any room. Feeling his breath on my hair, I close my eyes, dreaming of him taking in my scent, to feel his fingers getting lost in my thick locks…. I have to stop thinking like this. Clearing my throat, I moved to show him the culprit, feeling him move up against me, leaning over my shoulder and run his hand along the horrid thing. His other hand came around me, and he started to work the machine open. Closed ... it up. "Go ahead, show me what you did." I looked over my shoulder at him in exasperation, leaned in, flicked the on switch and.. “Puff, Zzzt, poof.” I felt the black powder hit me; my throat constricted, and I start to cough. His body barred me from moving away, his arms around me, held me tight against him as the black dust fills the room like a low lying cloud. I don’t know what was worst, the intense coughing and spluttering I was making or the way my body was heaving against his solid frame. Without thinking, I turned into his arms and protected my face from the cloud of fine powder. I felt him tuck his face into my hair protecting himself from the powdery attack. In his arms, the warmth of his breath against my head, my breasts tingled, nipples hardened with his heat pressed against them. I couldn’t stifle a groan. I loved being right there in his arms at that moment; I wanted to give thanks for that stupid machine. His arms seem to tighten around me, like he didn’t want to let go either. I raised my head to peak up at him, and found his eyes directly in front of mine. His nose almost touching mine covered in powder, and his lips poised to say something. I didn’t try to pull away, neither did he. Instead, I was loosing myself in his eyes, watching them darkening, from the lukewarmth of my boss to a predatorily dark, black almost. With a growl, William had lowered his lips to mine, taking them almost viciously. My mouth opened in a cry that was stifled by his tongue ...