An Unintentional Affair (The Affair Series Book 1) Read Online Free

have fun & be good…really good ;). It
made me smile. She knew it had been a long time since I dated anyone, so this
was really important to me.
    When I got home, the
first order of business was a shower. I hung my new dress on the bathroom door
so the steam could help smooth out the slight crinkle it had developed in the
bag. As the suds cascaded off my body, I imagined Adam’s sleek fingers touching
me in places that hadn’t been touched by a man in way too long. My heart beat
quickened and my thoughts were racing. My mind flashed back to the kiss on my
doorstep two nights earlier. He had to have felt the same connection I did.
    I dried my hair and
took a curling iron to it to give it a soft wave and just the right amount of
bounce. When searching for something to wear over the last couple of days, I’d
come across a hidden treasure still wrapped in tissue paper– a black lace Lise
Charmel ensemble, including black lace panties, matching bra, garter belt, and
silk stockings. They had never seen the light of day because my high-finance boyfriend
had dumped me before I had an opportunity to show them off. I had also almost
forgotten about the four-inch Blahniks that the same boyfriend had given me
when we had to attend a black tie dinner with all of his bosses. Nothing I
owned at the time would have been impressive enough for his crowd, so he made
sure I had what I needed to show me off. Those Blahniks were a pair of “fuck-me”
heels if I had ever seen one. The Blahniks with the Charmel ensemble were the
perfect finishing touches for my new little black dress. I tried to imagine
Adam’s eyes at the moment he discovered the Charmel collection. That thought
made me flush, arousing a hint of wetness between my legs.
    It was a few minutes
before seven, when my buzzer rang. Damn, he was early. Calling down on the
intercom “3B,” I buzzed the downstairs door open. I left the apartment door cracked
so he could come in while I touched up my makeup. I was putting on my favorite Tempting-Red
lipstick when I heard his voice.
    “WWWooowww!” he said,
startling me. He was standing in the doorway of my bathroom, exploring every
inch of me with his intense blue eyes, twirling a red rose between his fingertips.
He looked incredibly sexy in a crisp pair of jeans, starched white shirt, sport
jacket, and cowboy boots. He stepped back and twirled his finger, suggesting he
wanted me to turn around so he could take in the full view. I obeyed, doing a
full pirouette. His stare captivated me as if he was fondling me with his eyes.
“You are stunning,” he breathed.
    “Thank you,” I said
with a slight curtsy, and added as I looked down, “Love the boots.” The
bathroom suddenly felt claustrophobic. His presence, even just in the doorway, filled
the room. He closed the short distance between us, put the rose down, and put
both hands on my hips, taking control of my mouth with his. His kiss was wet
and warm, his tongue lapping at mine graceful and filled with hunger. I put my
arms around his neck and combed my fingers through his silky hair. My heart
skipped a beat as his hands slid up my torso, thumbs lightly tickling my
nipples through the soft fabric. I couldn’t control the soft moan of desire
that escaped reacting to his touch.
    He looked down at me, his
mouth curling in a sly smile and asked, “Are you ready?” He was taunting me, on
one hand asking if I was ready to go to dinner but really meaning, was I ready
for him, for every hard inch of his eager body. I was totally ready for him,
all of him. I ached to feel his long, velvety fingers gliding through my silky wetness.
It was going to take every ounce of self-discipline to maintain composure
through dinner.
    He entwined my fingers
with his and led me into the living room. I ducked into the kitchen and filled
a bud vase with water for the rose. “Thank you for the rose. It’s very
beautiful.”
    “Just like you,” he
added.
    I gave him a peck on
the cheek and went to