Our clothing cannot come off fast enough as we tug and pull after the fabric attached to one another's skin. I feel Mr. Hale's hands seizing that of my body, and me unraveling before him. I haven't been touched like this for months. I wouldn't even allow Sebastian to sleep over because of the sexual imbalance that was there. Mr. Hale worked his hands up my thighs hoisting me up allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I cannot seem to catch my breath when I am within his presence.

I feel his fingers slide up the small of my back to the zipper upon my dress. At his moment I did not want to talk or even think about anything else at the moment. I quiver within his grasp feeling the excitement take over which in reaction causes me to smile. A genuine smile placed across my lips as our lips pull the wet fervent kisses from one another. My dress has dropped down just below my shoulders just revealing the top part of my cleavage.

My lungs cannot catch a break as it takes all of me to not faint underneath the sudden adrenaline rush I am feeling. The trail of kisses to the side of my neck make it unbearable to keep this foreplay going. "I want you, n-now," my voice low, but sensual. It's laced with lust in the most erotic intentions. I almost want to beg for him to be inside of me, but I let him proceed to turn me on.

His hand grasps the nape of my neck with him intently pressing his lips against my skin which now felt like jelly. Mr. Hale then sets me down on the cold floor. Before he proceeds I watch him unbutton his shirt for me. It's almost as if he's giving me a strip tease to which I enjoy. I'm watching the way he shimmy's the shirt off of his arms. I'm rewarded with that amazingly sculpted figure of his. I admired the way he took care of his body, and his well-being. The newest addition to him was the beginning curling chest hair growing upon his pecks.

"Come," he calls out stretching his hand out towards me. "Help me take this off."

I once again obediently nod at his proposal stepping over to him. My anxiousness gets the better of me when my fingers intertwine between the small strands of hair. I kneel down beneath him on my knees to unbuckle the belt on his suit pants. There's a part of me that wants to torture him for making me feel so apprehensive despite that all we do is work together.

This isn't what I am suppose to be doing. Mr. Hale is my boss and we severed ties a year ago when he left without notice. Now here I am on my knees about to commit the same act which left me with a broken heart in the first place. "I c-can't do this.." I remove my hands from his pants to fall to my sides. If I was going to go through with keeping business and pleasure separate it stopped with temptation.

"Ellie," he coos trying to soothe my emotions. "I-.."

He can't use that against me. I love you. It'll just continue to break me down all over again. "I'm yours..." His words shock me as I my eyes peak up to him through my eye lashes. "I've missed you. Probably even more than you have missed me." He admits dropping down to his knees so that were eye level. I no longer feel inferior to him when he's sincere enough to project his feelings into words. Our lips collide with one another for a slow passionate kiss this time. It's tender almost making my heart ache from it's gentle touch. I want him badly enough it hurts to be this close and so far apart. I need his presence, the warmth of his touch, and his words to keep piercing the barrier I have built up against me. I'm so in love and it's going to hurt when he leaves again.

A tear escapes my closed eyes just as I crawl into his lap. My arms rest upon his shoulders enough so that my fingers can entangle in between his locks of hair. "Make love to me," I whisper upon his lips coming to terms that if I am going to come undone for anyone that it would be for him. There was no way to escape this built up passion we both shared even if it was just a nightmare waiting to end. The feather like kisses trailing upwards onto my chin only make the burning desire worsen as I clench my thighs against his waist.

The bed is different.

It's foreign to touch when I feel my body melt down onto the grey rippled comforter. I want to surrender my every being to him, but how am I suppose to do that when I have nothing else to offer him. "Stop, Ellie," he whispers into my ear. He must be able to feel the tension still between us. My breasts push against his chest leaving me limited room to breathe. I feel his hands work up my waist sliding slowly almost massaging my tense body. "Let me take away your sorrows," he whispers once more pressing a collection of kisses along my collarbone. My eyes stay closed when he stops. There's a faint song in the background in which sounded melancholy. I feel myself drifting away once he's in between my legs. His warmth against my body teases my senses enough to almost make me come undone. I waste no time with both of my hands along his waist I tug his muscular body enough to slide himself inside of me.

The long awaited feeling foreign to familiar compromised my lips as a moan escapes. A jolt of pleasure runs up my spine just as he thrusts the rest of his shaft against my walls. I whimper wanting to wrap my legs around his waist, but he spreads my left leg wider to fill me. "Pl-please," I beg wanting to have him within a closer proximity of my body. He slides out once more teasing the sides of my walls with a sweet orgasmic sensation. I feel him thrust again this time by surprise I cry out. Over and over again he fills me thrusting and bumping against my sweet spot. It's slow and torturous. There's goosebumps that appear on the surface of my skin leaving me with a watery mouth. My stomach matches the rhythm of him grinding his hips against my waist. I feel the creases of his muscles along his back as I'm rewarded with another wet kiss along my neck.

Hell doesn't seem so bad if it feels like this.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I enjoyed the sexual attraction between the both of us. My teeth graze over my bottom lip suppressing the escaping moan he awarded me. I have given in to all the pleasure when I feel myself about to come undone underneath him we switch positions. He is completely submerged inside of me while I'm straddling him slowly. My hair falls over my face when I lean my forehead against his. I'm going to explode if he keeps going at this slow pace, but I am loving the close proximity we are to one another. My arms enclose around his head and my moans are like music against his lips. I know he's close to ejaculating when he closes his eyes. My hips are now moving at their own pace just enough to drive me over the edge as his shaft takes me as prisoner. My sweet spot being graced with back to back shoving. I convulse on top of him constraining the rest of him before I orgasm. A final whimper laced with lust has me feeling accomplished. My legs quiver beside his when he lays back.

I'm alone in his bed again just like the first time we spent the night together. This wasn't Mr. Hale's house. It was completely different. I imagined this being more of his taste being that it looked as if someone actually enjoyed their beautiful home. I prop myself up on my right arm surveying the area around me. A grey with a hint of blue hue sat adjacent to it's foot rest. My clothing sat in the chair along with a note. I look across the room to another chair with long skinny legs sitting in front of a mirror. My hair is wild and unruly. Sexual intercourse wasn't something I did on a regular basis so I must have felt worn out.

The song from last night plays down the hall. This time I am able to hear the lyrics clearly. I wrap the sheet from the bed around my waist, and make my way down the hall. There he is.. Mr. Hale continuing his rugged workout. I'm mesmerized by the way he pulls the weight of his body upwards on the bar suspended above him. It's attractive seeing someone who cares about their health. I admire sweat dripping down his his abdomen making his skin glisten in the gloomy sunlight. My mouth waters slightly.

But as much as I enjoyed watching him the music he had been playing seemed to distract me. Every rep hit the beat perfectly each time. The song seemed to be deep in despair, but the lyrics said otherwise. At times I thought Mr. Hale had been speaking to me through music then again he didn't say much at all.

"Something wrong?" He asks disrupting my thoughts.

"The song?"

"After Dark."

"It's the same song from last night." I ask biting down on my lip. "It sounds sensual and yet dark."

Mr. Hale stops with his last rep and then proceeds over to the stereo where the song was playing. He turns the dial to the right which raises the volume of the song. I'm perplexed on about how he goes about getting his music.

Being that his adoptive mother was of a certain stature I would have thought classical music would have been more of his taste.

"Dance with me," he insists grabbing my hand.

We sway back and forth towards the rhythm of the music. "Where does your choice of music come from?" I ask trying to follow his footsteps closely.

"Nowhere and everywhere," he says. "It's not much of a where it comes from, but a who. There are times where I'm socializing with someone who's playing a certain song that appeals to me. Either that or I'm at a place where the playlist is a bit exceptional. Somehow the music I play speaks to me in different ways. It's almost like telling a story or a confession."

"Confession?" I sound puzzled.

"The song that is playing now sounds as if he misses someone's presence, and then again it's like a plead for love."

For once Mr. Hale sounded like he was in touch with his sentimental side. "Are you pleading, Mr. Hale?" I ask curiously.

A grin stretches his cheek to show an indent. I don't think I ever seen Mr. Hale display a dimple in my long hours of working with him. It was a serene moment in time. "I don't need to plead, Miss Donovan." He says a matter of factly.

"You said socialize... with whom?" I don't think I've ever heard him mentioning of his socializing.

When he doesn't answer immediately I realize it's a subject that could either go one or two ways. "You said that you would give me the world if I didn't try to read you as a book," I take a deep breath before I am able to finish my statement. "I would give you everything you wanted if you would be able to love me just as much as I love you." The correlation between the both of us was that we were both afraid of one another emotionally. He had the power to crush my heart between his hands, and he was just afraid of the abandonment.

"I will explain everything, one one condition..." He holds up a finger in mid air stopping us from swaying side to side. "Be mine."