to give you exactly five seconds of freedom. Five seconds to leave this room. If after those five seconds you are still here...’ he spoke very quietly into her ear ‘...I will lift up your skirt and make love to you right here and now on this table.’
She quivered, a small tell but one so familiar he knew the expression that would be in her eyes when he looked into them.
He was right. The taupe had further darkened; the pupils were even more dilated. The tip of her pink tongue glistened between her parted lips. He knew that if he placed his hands over her small but beautifully formed breasts he would feel her nipples strain towards him.
He released his hold on her and folded his arms across his chest.
‘One.’
She put a hand to her mouth and dragged it down over her chin.
‘Two.’
She swallowed. Her eyes never left his face. He could practically smell her longing.
‘Three... Four...’
She turned on her heel and fled to the door.
‘One week,’ he called to her retreating back. She was halfway out of the room and made no show of listening to him, but he knew she heard every word. ‘One week and you, matakia mou, will be back in my bed. I guarantee it.’
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