Chapter 1: Late Night Reunion
The doorbell chimed through Jay’s modest one-story house, a sharp note cutting through the quiet of a late Saturday night. He adjusted his white t-shirt and sweatpants, a grin already tugging at his lips as he opened the door. There stood Selena, her jacket barely concealing the daring Miaou Campbell Corset Top beneath, paired with long cargo pants that hugged her curves. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped into his embrace, the familiar heat of her body igniting memories of their last encounter.
“Missed me already?” she teased, her voice a sultry purr as they moved into the kitchen. Jay chuckled, grabbing a glass of water for her. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you, Selena. Every damn night since the office.”
She took a sip, her gaze never leaving his. “New job treating you well? Bigger office, huh?”
“Bigger, yeah. But not as... thrilling as the last one,” he shot back, his eyes glinting with the memory of their forbidden tryst. Selena smirked, leaning against the counter. “Speaking of, I think the old boss sniffed something was up. No proof, though. Dropped it faster than a hot potato.”
They shared a laugh, the tension between them simmering as they clinked glasses of water turned to something stronger. Conversation flowed, but the air crackled with unspoken desire. Finally, Selena stood, sauntering around the table with a predator’s grace. She slid onto his lap, her hands framing his face. “I’ve missed you, Jay,” she murmured, her lips crashing into his with a hunger that stole his breath.
“Missed you more,” he rasped, his hands sliding under her jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her corset top revealed just enough to drive him wild. “Couldn’t get you out of my head. Dreamed of this every night.”
Their kisses deepened, sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling as heat built between them. Selena shifted, feeling the hard bulge in his sweatpants pressing against her. She pulled back, a wicked grin on her lips as she slid off his lap to stand between his legs, her fingers brushing over the fabric. “Damn, Jay, already so hard for me. We’ve got the whole night, baby. This place is ours. What do you wanna do?”
He stood, taking her hand with a determined glint in his eye. “Let me show you.” He led her to the master bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. They collided again, mouths hungry, hands roaming. Jay’s patience snapped as he tugged at her top, freeing her perfect tits to his ravenous gaze. “God, Selena, they’re so fucking perfect. I need them all to myself.”
She arched into him, her voice a seductive challenge. “No one else gets them, baby. Only you know how to love them right.”
Jay dove in, his mouth worshipping her, licking and kissing her nipples with a fervor hotter than their office escapade. Spit slicked her skin as he devoured her, her moans filling the room, a symphony of delight. Selena’s fingers gripped his hair, her body trembling as she felt herself getting wet, dripping with need. Her hand slid down, grabbing at the throbbing heat in his pants, eager for more as the night promised to unravel them both.
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