There again, that pent-up passion, it's like a storm inside of me. A wild fire leaving me inside in helpless chaos. It takes all my energy to snuff it out.

Pray we're lucky tonight, my lonely friend.

A wicked grin plastered on my face as I looked down on my bulging crotch. And as if it understood me, my cock twitched.

I grimaced.

Blue balls is no joke.

It's getting painfully harder not to yank her closer to me and have my way on her delectable body every time she's close to me. That fiery desire she managed to arouse in me without even doing anything. With just her scent, her innocent smouldering stare had always set my temperature high.

There again, that pent-up passion, it's like a storm inside of me. A wild fire leaving me inside in helpless chaos. It takes all my energy to snuff it out.

It was only her who can stoke that fire, and only her who can extinguish it, who can cease that storm.

I can't even remember when was the last time I had sex.

"Patience, Alex." I mumbled to myself as I picked up my mug of steaming coffee and her tea in the same design of mug with the other hand.

Once we are married, she'll be my breakfast, lunch and dinner... and snacks in between.

Don't forget midnight snack too.

"What are you grinning about?"

My eyes snapped at Clara Bell who was teasingly frowning at me as soon as I reached her.

"Nothing." I carefully handed her mug of tea.

Her eyes shifted at the steaming tea, mumbling her thanks.

"Careful," I said as she wrapped her dainty fingers around the rim of the hot mug.

My mind wandered carnally. The mug slowly fading in my eyes, an erotic image replaced, something long and hard wrapped with her fingers.

I quickly expunged the image and forced to focus at the hot mug before it dropped on her lap. I absentmindedly shifted and was glad her attention was on the tea.

I should start wearing baggy pants when I'm with her, I mentally noted.

I let it go of the mug, then she held onto the handle with her free hand, letting her fingers freed the rim.

"What tea is it?" she asked as she carefully brought the mug closer to her lips.

Lord help me!

I pulled my eyes away from her lips. The discomfort feeling increasing as the time passes by, and knowing we are alone in her place, it didn't help much.

"Earl gray," I replied briefly, moving to sit next to her.

The sun is about to set I noticed. I hadn't realized, the time flew by so fast.

"With cream?" she asked, the mug was close to her lips but she didn't made a move of sipping it. Occasionally, she blew on her tea.

But the word threw me to the edge, helplessly.

Cream!

Yes! I love cream, especially coming out from her...

I moaned inwardly.

I swallowed hard, helplessly trying to drown out the erotic images, but my mind is muddled. Not a least bit of sensibility left at the moment.

Arousing images of her flooded my brain. It's not like I have seen her orgasms yet. But my brain had managed to picture her so perfectly. Arched back, writhing as she climaxed. White, creamy essence sliding down on her....

Good Lord help me!

"Yes with honey," I said, and I winched to myself realizing the stuffy sound of my voice.

I carefully settled close to her, minding my scalding coffee not to spill on me and I wondered how the coffee was still stable on my hand.

Just as soon as our sides touched, sparks flew, sprayed all over me, like those lawn fireworks. Her scent became so potent, and it's tickling me down there, taunting me. I haven't had any sip of my coffee and body already felt on fire and hot.

I looked at her wondering if she felt the same, trying to gauge some reactions. Just a tiny bit reaction and I will.... surely will attacked her like a hungry lion.

"How do you know I like honey in my tea?" she smiled over the rim of the ivory coloured mug with a tree design that occupied the whole body.

Not a least bit of reaction, though her eyes was dark, but not enough reason that she could feel the same.

Maybe it's just me.

She looked impressed that I remembered, and I suddenly felt proud of myself.

My eyes lingered on her lips again as she took tiny sips. It seems that I couldn't look away.

Those plump lips wrapped around the rim of the mug cause my head turned haywire, my breathing got heavier. My heart beats faster like I just finished a cycling marathon.

I shifted, feeling the tightness on my crotch, it's getting painfully unbearable. I mentally shook the erotic thoughts as I dragged my eyes away from her lips and trained it on the coffee on my hand. For some reason, the plain black coffee looked rather appetizing than ever.

I took a sip before responding to her. "I remembered it on my dad's birthday..." I paused and swallowed down that deep, low voice. "You asked for a tea." I continued, but my voice still at the lowest timbre. Deep, breathy, almost restrained.

I forced a smile as I shifted, wincing to myself.

I subtly moved away for a bit, avoiding to touch her. The heat coming from her, searing through her layered clothes to mine had my mind in jumbles.

Her brows furrowed for a bit, then her face lit up upon remembering it, Not noticing my discomfort.

Maybe she did but she was good at concealing it.

She opened her mouth to say something, but then she closed it, and decided to keep it to herself at the end.

I know it was a long time ago, but after the kiss on that night, my body started to become so well aware of her, took cognizance of her movements and mindlessly taking notes even on the tiniest detail about her.

"How do you feel?" I asked after a short pause, both in silence as we enjoyed the hot drinks, rather she, while I... was having a hard time snuffing out that full-fledged fire of passion that she had unconsciously managed to stoke ablaze.

A tidal wave of yearning, longing to hold her in my arms awakened.

Unbridled passion and eagerness to get a release.

I groaned as I shifted trying to find a comfortable angle.

She shifted to face me. "When do you think we can leave to Mykonos?" she asked, her free hand shoot out and landed on my thigh. Her fingers so close to my inner thigh and I sucked in a heavy breath as I felt a violent force of intense sensations, rather a rushed of blood shooting on every core of my body, rushing down to my lower region.

And she seems so clueless to what she had done to me.

I was staring at her so hard. She didn't know that her palm created a chaos within me. An accidental innocent touch, but powerful enough to almost made me explode right where I was sitting.

I felt that liquid seeps through me and I winced, a little embarrassed of myself.

God, I feel like a teen again.

Where has my self-control gone?

"Alex?" she called, frowning as she pulled back her hand, a brief rub on my thigh but it swept me into an irresistible current helplessly. Tiny electric charges shooting down to my groin yet again. My belly felt mushy while other parts of my body tightened, hardened. It ached, but a pleasant ache.

I reluctantly pulled my gaze away as I shifted, leaning forward and place the empty mug on the table.

I could feel Clara Bell's eyes on my back, and I swallowed hard, ignoring the aching in between my thighs, my pants felt painfully tight.

While leaning forward, I distracted my carnally clouded brain. Such as a wrinkled old lady having a menstruation played in my head.

That surely help doused my arousal in a matter of seconds.

Pulling myself straight, I met with Clara Bell's curious gaze. "I was thinking tomorrow?" I answered, as I casually leaned back against the sofa's backrest. My back sinking into the soft, plush sofa.

Her scent assaulted my poor nose and yet again, my body reacted to it.

I took one of the cushion and subtly placed it on my crotch that's starting to becoming noticeable, before she noticed it.

God help me!

I inwardly let out a groan, closing my eyes for a second.

"What about suing Claire and the rest of those girls who went against my back?" she asked.

I let out a sigh. I agreed with uncle Rafael that I won't breath a word about it. That's a promise and I don't break promises.

And I don't feel like it's my position to tell her.

I looked away, couldn't meet her eyes.

Damn, Uncle Rafael!

I hate being in the midst of two boulders.

"Alex?" she dragged out. There was a subtle sharpness in her tone.

I reluctantly met her accusing eyes. "That talk with dad..." she narrowed her eyes at me, dragging out the words.

She meant the phone call with her father.

There was a silent threat underlying in her tone, and the way her eyes pinning me, I know I can't get away. No words that would wheedle me out of her.

Fuck!

I can't lie to her.

I sighed.

"Maybe you talk to your dad," I replied, carefully choosing the right words. "He can explain it to you better," I added.

I won't be breaking my word, and at the same time, not lying to her.

She shook her head and she shifted, leaning towards the table, she put down her mug.

"You're right, I should talk to him," she agreed and I let out a sigh of relief.

She rose to her feet and then sauntered towards the kitchen counter.

I took the coloured patterned cushion and place it next to me, then I pulled myself up, picking the two empty mug and then followed her to her kitchen.

She was waiting for the call to get connected when I got to the kitchen sink.

I place the two mugs in her dishwasher and then I washed my hand. I heard her spoke behind me.

"I need to asked something, Dad."

A silence took over but not for long.

"Yes. I wanna know what's your plan, Dad?" She fired straight away.

I dried my hand with a paper towel, then threw it in garbage bin that was under the sink before turning to her direction.

She was leaning her back against the edge of the island counter. She was staring at me while she was listening to the other end.

"No, he didn't say anything. I know you, Dad. And this sudden vacation, I knew something is up. You tell me, Dad. What are you up to?"

My eyebrows cocked upward, heart leapt to my throat.

And here I thought she was clueless.

"I know, Dad but please. I'm not a 5 years old kid anymore. And of course, I wanted them to get what they deserve, but I want to be there to witness it," she seethed. Her lips pressed tightly together.

"And by the way, Tammy came to visit. We—"

I leaned my back against the sink counter and watched her face changing expressions, I find it cute and entertaining.

"I understand, Dad that she had to deal with the consequences of her action. But Dad, she had gone through so much. You should hear story, it's heart wrenching."

Sadness crossed her face briefly.

"Fine. And for your information, I agreed with that vacation."

She rolled her eyes causing me to chuckle.

Then her face slowly crumpled into a frown.

"You're saying you and mom are both heading to the tarmac? " she asked dubiously. Her eyebrows are lifted up, horizontal creases on her forehead with mouth open. "Like right now?" she asked in disbelief.

A short paused.

She was staring at me, but her attention was on her father on the other line.

"But why, Dad? Is something wrong with, Dedushka?" (grandpa)

"That's so sudden," she mumbled.

She shrugged her shoulders, it was directed at me.

"Yes. I'll pass the phone to him."

She walked closer to me.

"But promise me, I will be there when the trial starts. I want to see their faces when they are found guilty" she stated as she stood in front of me.

She listened for moment on the other line. "Thanks, Dad. Please send my kisses to Raffy and Dedushka," she said before handing the phone to me.

"Dad wants to talk to you," she said and I nodded, taking the phone and brought it close to my right ear.

"Hello, Uncle Rafael," I started.

Clara didn't move as she watched me listened to her father on the other line.

"Alex, my wife and I are needed in Pushkin. It's about my eldest son, Raffy. We will be back after this thing settled. Christopher is now handling the case, and we will proceed as soon as we are back here. Shouldn't take long."

"Okay, Uncle."

"So I need you to stay with her but promise me to marry her if you ever touch her. I know these generations, no matter what threat you'd throw at them, if their little head spoke, all sensibilities thrown out of the window." Uncle Rafael ranted and I grimaced.

"Yes, Uncle." I responded all too quickly, biting back that chuckle that's threatening to burst out of my lips.

"Good. I trust you won't make her sad," he added causing me to nod and realized he can't see me.

"Yes, Uncle. I promise you." I replied.

"And Alex," he paused for second, "thank you."

Before I could respond, the line went dead. I gave the phone back to Clara and her eyebrow lifted up, staring up at me, perhaps waiting for me to relay whatever we talked about with her dad.

"He asked me to stay with you," I relayed briefly and she looked surprised.

"He did?"

I nodded my head, furrowing.

"He trusted you so much," she let out a half-chuckle.

I frowned.

Is it too bad?

"I'm offended," I blurted out, but I didn't really mean it, and Clara Bell looked at me with a start, eyes apologetic.

"No. I didn't mean to sound it that way... offensive. It was supposed to be a joke," she hastily corrected. "I'm sorry. I didn't even know why I think that was funny," she sighed.

I closed our gap and pulled her closer to me. She sucked in her breath barely audible when our heated body touched. Her palm rested on my chest and my body hummed in excitement.

"It's nothing. I'm not really offended," I smiled down on her.

She feels so soft against my hard body, it took all my willpower not to take her right there and then.

We locked eyes for what felt like hours. Everything around us dissipated and it's just me and her.

The fire in her eyes drew me in like moth to a flame. An undeniable passion filled her cerulean eyes.

"I'm hungry," she rasped. Her voice sounded low, almost breathy, it turned me on.

"I am hungry of you, too," I murmured, hovering over her, totally missing out the literal meaning of her words.

Amusement filled her smouldering eyes. She was biting her lower lip, holding back her smile.

She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I felt the corner of her phone touching the back of my neck. I pulled her tighter against me, and her heat seared through the layers of her clothes and mine.

I shuddered. My body burned with excitement.

"Thought you'll never ask," she whispered. Her low, silken voice was like a melted chocolate that slid down my skin, leaving my skin tingly, desires searing throughout my body.

She held my gaze, her eyes darkened, almost dilating. I ground my groin against her and she sucked in a ragged breath. My chest was already drumming loudly against my ears, my breathings quick and heavy.

I pulled the side of her blazer to the side, all the way to her shoulder cap, baring her creamy silken neck and shoulder.

I leaned in, placing a kiss on the base of her neck where the shoulder and neck met. She moaned softly. I trailed kisses all the way to her shoulder then back to her delicate neck, up to her earlobe.

"God, you're so beautiful," I whispered against her earlobe.

She let out a soft moan, her fingers entangled with my hair.

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered, my tongue lick her earlobe and then gave a brief suck and was rewarded with a loud moan from her.

"Alex," she moaned.

I pulled my head back up and gaze down at her.

Her passion-filled eyes stared at me with protest.

God, how I love her.

I know deep in my heart that it isn't just about my carnal desires, it's all about her.

Her lips met mine and she tasted of that tea meshed with her her sweet taste, of innocence. I groaned loudly of the pleasure that her lips promised and more.

My hand cupped the luscious curve of her bottom and gently gave a squeeze then stroke it, eliciting a moan from her. My tongue delved inside her mouth, and she met mine with the same hunger and greed.

A long insatiable desires filled me, unbounded desires seized me, so I kissed her thoroughly, hungrily. Tasting every nook and crook of her mouth, memorizing every corner of her lips.

Unbridled desires, urgent and unyielding gripped me, fogging up all reservations or sensibilities.

Cupping her bottom, I hoisted her up and her legs automatically locked around my waist.

Without breaking our heated kiss, I strode towards her room with increased pace of anticipation.

I placed her gently on her bed, and lay atop her, not completely putting all my weight.

My lips travelled down to her throat, all the way to the valley of her breast. Her body shuddered slightly as I trailed kisses between her breast, swiping aside the layers of fabric, defense or of any objections left.

Her skin beneath my fingers tempt me like a silk. Her pinkish taut pick screaming for an attention. My thumb rolled over the tip and she sucked in her breath, her back arched slightly.

I pulled myself up and face levelled hers, her blue eyes dark with passion met with mine. "I want you," I whispered gutturally and I leaned forward and kiss her hungrily. Pouring all that pent-up desires through my kiss.

"Take me," she moaned as she welcomed my tongue into her mouth with shared greed.

A guttural sound rumbled deep in my throat.

Both hands clasped hers for it's all I could do to restrain myself from taking her right now.

"Patience, babe," I moaned against her lips, then tug her bottom lip with my teeth ever so gently and then gave a a brief suck before tearing my lips away from her sweet lips.

A loud moan of longing left her lips.

A loud ringing of her phone started us and I groaned.

A tormented cry rumbled at the back of my throat out of protest.

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