Chapter 1: The Anticipation Ignites
Angelica lounged on the plush velvet sofa in their Stockholm apartment, her long legs draped over the armrest, a glass of red wine in hand. She wore nothing but a silky black robe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing just enough of her toned curves to make any heart race. The late afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over her olive skin. She was restless, her mind buzzing with thoughts of Fredrik, who was due home any minute after a week-long business trip.
She sipped her wine, a smirk playing on her lips as she imagined the look on his face when he’d see her like this—barely dressed, confident, and utterly in control. 'He’s been gone too long,' she mused, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass. 'I’m going to make him beg for it.'
The sound of the front door clicking open snapped her from her thoughts. Fredrik stepped in, his tailored suit slightly rumpled from travel, his dark hair tousled just the way she liked it. His piercing blue eyes locked onto her instantly, and a slow, hungry grin spread across his face.
“Well, damn,” he said, dropping his bag by the door. “If this isn’t the best welcome home I’ve ever had, I don’t know what is.”
Angelica arched a brow, setting her glass down on the coffee table with deliberate slowness. “Oh, sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet. But you’ll have to earn it. I don’t just give away the goods for free.”
Fredrik chuckled, loosening his tie as he strode toward her, his gaze raking over her body like a predator sizing up its prey. “Earn it, huh? And what exactly do I have to do to get a taste of you, Angie? Because I’ve been hard as hell thinking about you all week.”
She stood, the robe slipping slightly to expose more of her thigh, and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with purpose. She stopped just inches away, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “You start by telling me how much you’ve missed this pussy. And then, maybe, I’ll let you prove it.”
His hands twitched at his sides, clearly itching to grab her, but she stepped back with a teasing smirk, keeping the power firmly in her court. “Fuck, Angelica,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “I’ve been dreaming about your wet, dripping heat every damn night. I’m dying to bury myself in you.”
Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she untied the robe completely, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body beneath. “Good boy,” she purred, stepping closer again, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up. I’m feeling particularly horny today, and I’m not in the mood for slow.”
Fredrik’s breath hitched, his hands finally landing on her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel his cock, already hard and straining through his trousers, pressing into her. “Slow’s overrated,” he growled, his lips brushing her neck. “I want to fuck you until we’re both sweating and panting, until you’re screaming my name.”
Angelica laughed, a low, sultry sound, as she pushed him back toward the sofa. “Big talk, Fredrik. Let’s see if you can deliver. Get those clothes off—now.”
As he scrambled to obey, shedding his jacket and shirt with frantic speed, she straddled his lap, her bare ass grinding against him, driving him wild. The tension between them was electric, a storm about to break, and she knew the explosion of their desire was only moments away.
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