Chapter 116
**Sara**
I stepped out of the car, my legs wobbly from the tension that had built up during the ride. Tom came around to my side, his eyes dark with desire. I expected him to grab me and rush us inside, but instead, he surprised me.
"How about a stroll?" he asked.
"A stroll? Now?"
He shrugged, looking far too innocent for a man who'd just been promising to ravish me. "Why not? It's a beautiful night."
I narrowed my eyes, suspicious of his sudden change of pace. "Sure," I said, matching his casual tone. "A stroll sounds lovely."
We headed out of the apartment building, the cool night air in sharp contrast to the heat building between us. As we walked, our hands brushed against each other, sending little sparks up my arm.
"So," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, "is this your idea of foreplay? A romantic moonlit walk?"
He chuckled, his fingers intertwining with mine. "Maybe I just wanted to cool off a bit. You were getting me pretty worked up in the car."
"Oh, was I?" I batted my eyelashes innocently. "I hadn't noticed."
He tugged me closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Liar."
I shivered and pulled away slightly, swinging our joined hands like we were on some wholesome date. "You know, this is nice. We should do this more often."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "What, walking? I thought you were more interested in... indoor activities."
I laughed, bumping my shoulder against his. "Well, yeah. But this is good, too. It's like we're a normal couple or something."
"Normal?" he snorted. "I don't think that word applies to us, Sara."
"Oh? And what word would you use to describe us?" I asked, emphasizing his title with a smirk.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Explosive. Intoxicating. Insatiable."
I felt a shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the cool night air. "Those are some big words. Sure you're not compensating for something?"
Tom's laugh was low and dangerous. "I think we both know I have nothing to compensate for."
I bit my lip, memories of our previous encounters flashing. "Fair point."
We walked silently, the tension building with each step. I was hyper-aware of every point of contact between us—our joined hands, the occasional brush of our arms, the way his eyes kept darting to my lips.
"So," I said, trying to sound casual, "how long do you think this walk will last?"
Tom's grip on my hand tightened. "Why? Getting impatient?"
"Me? Never. I'm the picture of patience." I batted my eyelashes at him innocently.
"Right. That's why you were practically climbing into my lap in the car earlier."
"I was not!" I protested.
"Oh really?" he stopped walking, turning to face me. "So you weren't the one whispering all those dirty things in my ear?"
I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how close he was. "I don't recall saying anything dirty. I think you must be imagining things."
"Imagining things, huh?" His hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. "So I imagined you telling me I could have you any way I want?"
I looked up at Tom, my heart racing as his thumb traced my bottom lip. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I struggled to keep composure.
"Well," I breathed, barely whispering, "maybe I did say that. But the real question is, what are you planning to do about it?"
"I haven't quite decided yet. Got any suggestions?"
I bit my lip, trying to think through the haze of desire clouding my mind. I'm drawing a blank here. My brain's a bit scrambled at the moment. You know, 'cause of all the... tension."
"How about we spice things up a bit? Ever thought about fucking on a balcony? Or maybe getting down and dirty in the shower?"
My eyes widened. "The balcony? Are you serious? What if someone sees us?"
"My balcony's pretty damn big," Tom said with a wicked grin. "And it's not like we'll put on a show for the neighborhood. Chances are, no one sees or hears a thing."
I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness. "I... I think I want to try it," I admitted, my cheeks burning.
"Yeah? And what about the shower idea? You up for getting wet and wild?"
I laughed at his cheesy line. "Wet and wild? Really, Tom? That's the best you've got?"
He shrugged, grinning. "Hey, I'm a finance professor, not a poet. Cut me some slack."
"Fair enough," I said, still giggling. "As for the shower... well, we've got all night, don't we? Might as well make the most of it."
"I like the way you think. Shall we continue our little stroll, or are you ready to head back and start checking things off our naughty to-do list?"
"Tempting as that sounds, Tom, I'd like to enjoy this balmy night air a bit longer. Who knows when we'll get another chance to just... stroll?"
His eyebrows shot up. "Seriously? You're choosing a walk over my naughty to-do list?"
I laughed, tugging him along. "Oh, don't pout. I promise we'll get to that list. But first, let's pretend we're a normal couple for five more minutes."
He grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "tease" but fell into step beside me.
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