James

James walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Katherine speaking to someone, her phone on speaker. “But I’d made arrangement for that,” she said.

“Yeah well, he was really insistent, so you can cancel that.” A female voice said on the other end.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to,” Katherine said, turning around. Seeing him standing there, she added, “Um…Penny…I have to go.”

“Okay. I hope this gets sorted out soon, we miss you at the house.”

“Miss you too. Say hi to everyone for me,” she said, her eyes locked on him.

“I will. Take care, all right.”

“You too,” Katherine ended the conversation.

He hadn’t moved. Just stood there staring at her. She was wearing thick wool socks, panties, and a white tank top, the material so thin he could see the outline of her pink areolas, not to mention her nipples, hard and pointing right at him.

His mouth watered, his cock hardened to the point he was sure it was visible through his pants.

“Good morning,” she said, her smile so bright it lit up her whole face.

Christ, she was beautiful…and again she was totally messing with him.

“No,” he barked.

“What? What?” she said, looking around herself in panic.

“That,” he pointed at her, but tried to look anywhere else. “That…no…absolutely not…you cannot wear that.”

Her panicked look turned mischievous. “What, socks?”

“Kitty,” he warned.

She bit her lip.

Christ, those lips. Those lips did things to him, and he had done things imagining those lips. Good God, that little gasp that passed them last night had him jerking off twice before he went to sleep last night, and already once this morning…so far, but the day was still young. What the hell was he thinking going into her room?

He was supposed to distance himself from her. He’d stayed at the office unnecessarily late for exactly that reason. Lord knows it wasn’t like he was getting much work done. She was constantly on his mind.

‘I wasn’t messing with you”.

Oh, she totally was.

‘I felt it too…the pull’.

Why had she said that? How did she know?

Maybe he was that easy to read. He was driving himself crazy thinking about it, so he tried forcing himself to concentrate on work. He never had a problem focusing before, but he wasn’t getting anything done. Finally, he’d figured if he just stayed away long enough for her to be asleep when he got home, he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

The house had been quiet when he got home. He should have been relieved. Should have, but deep down he was disappointed not to see her.

Going to her room, he’d convinced himself that he was only making sure she was alright, that she was even there and hadn’t run off.

“James, are you all right?” Katherine’s concerned voice made him realize he’d completely spaced out.

“Yes, no…I mean you…you need to put on more clothes.” He pointed a finger at her while trying his best to not to look directly at her.

“Oh…um, thing is, my clothes from yesterday are in the washer, and I’m basically wearing everything I brought,” she told him.

“Everything?”

“I only brought a really small bag,” she shrugged.

“Not that small.” What she was wearing could fit into his pocket.

She looked him up and down, getting that mischievous look on her face. “Don’t worry, my clothes will be here shortly.” She took a step towards him. “As for the bag, it was too small for anything but the essentials,” she said as she slowly approached him. “You know…lotions…body oils…”

He knew what she was doing, but found himself rooted in place.

“…I needed to prioritize,” she said just about closing the distance between them. If she came one inch closer, he would feel her hard nipples against his chest. She got up on her toes and whispered, “You know how it is, sometimes something has to give…”

“K…Kitty.” He meant to add warning to his tone, but it came out more as a stammered plea.

“Yes…” she murmured, brushing her lips against his, “Kiss the Kitty.”

Sweet Jesus! James couldn’t contain the growling sound that escaped him.