Thirty Days

y eyes with a wicked look before swooping down and capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. I find myself starting to writhe under

y sweet, sweet spot. Slowly Taylor starts mirroring the motion of his tongue with his finger, and it is all I can do to grip on to his shoulders as he hovers

r," I beg, "I

finds my nipple and his teeth suddenly bite down hard. I yelp at the unexpected pa

my nipple hard, and I find myself gasping again, my arousal ramping up again as

"Please...I can'

lip and plunging his fingers into my wet depths. I come undone, the pressure in

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ught this kind of thing only happened to prepubescent boys! And here I am, having masturbated for the first time in my life, and it was in my sleep. I take a few deep breaths to steady myse

ickly in my favourite dark-navy jeans and an emerald-green chunky knit cardigan that I found in a charity shop in Brighton during one of my visits with Nonna. She always says that the colour suits me, bringing out the jade in my eyes, and I have to admit that my dr

seat as arousal sparks through me once again. I find that I have to berate myself and even

let him be in. Please don't let him be in. My desperate mantra accompanies me through security, up the lift and across to my desk.

Eddy's report. A couple of more hours is all I need and then I can head on home. I make my way to the kitchen to grab a drink and heat up the soup I

o scare you," Taylor

ak up on people," I retort, my

rs and popped down to grab some. If anything, you shouldn'

lt as his unique scent catches me. Without warning the images from my dream co

d once again I feel the electricity surging throug

am. I can feel the blush deepen across my cheeks, and I curse my colouring for always making it so easy to read my emotions. My brea

rly when I am round you. All my control just...just disappears." With that, his grip tightens on the back of my head, bringing my lips

ky hair. Arousal courses through my body, and unconsciously I find myself grinding my hips against him. With a moan, Taylor lifts me onto the counter

ples peak into hard nubs begging for attention. As Taylor tweaks one thro

ushing himself away, the sudde

Taylor's voice is unexpectedly harsh, and

hisper, unable

boss. This is completely inappropriate." Taylor shifts his weight b

way back to my desk. I have barely walked a couple of metres when

me, Abby. It's...com

on the brink of tears. With an unexpected gentleness, Taylor moves back, placing a kiss on my foreh

y with angry swipes, but still, they continue to fall. Frustrated and hurt, I throw myself

a sense of accomplishment at the work that I have done. As I pack away my computer and tidy my desk, I realise