One Hundred and Thirty Nine

He was therefore happy when he opened the door to a knock only to find her there with her overnight bag and an apologetic smile on her face.

'I am sorry but I slept off as soon as I got back and have only just woken. I could have been here earlier'.

Desmond was still at the door, holding it open but not making any move to leave the door way for her to enter.

'Would you please move to the side so that I can come in or would you rather I went back to my house?'

He contemplated this and it was on the tip of his tongue to ask her to leave but his body had already reacted to her beauty and the dress she had on was not helping matters and he found himself consumed by lust.

He moved away from the door and went inside with his back to her.

She came in, dropped her bag and wrapped her arms round him from behind, teasing his male organ as it sprang to attention.

He was angry with himself for wanting her this way. And angry with his body for betraying him that way.