The Taste of Greatness
- Apr 1
- 4 min read
Just the Sex by Kate T. Marshal
845 words
This story contains: her and him, contemporary romance, madly in love, couple, cunnilingus
“There’s a letter for you.”
Clay’s voice is soft when I look up to find him near the door. Our home office is a cramped room, but it’s the one I love the most. We stuffed a large desk into it and set our chairs on opposite sides. I like working across from my partner, seeing that furrow of focus on his brow.
“What is it?”
Clay never interrupts me unless it’s important.
“It’s from Columbia.” His voice is filled with anticipation and I swivel in my chair as he walks around the desk.
The envelope is light in my hand, but my fingers tremble when I pull out the letter and scan for the answer I’m after. My heart beats loud and my eyes are wide as they return to Clay’s imploring gaze. I think he’s never been more handsome than he is now, looking down at me.
“So?” He bends over and places his hands on each side of me. “Talk to me, Gloria.”
“You’re gonna have to call me Dr. Adler.” I feel a manic smile on my lips as my hands fist in his loose shirt and I pull him closer. “I got in.” The last words are an exhale against his mouth, and I kiss him hard. My thoughts are spinning, so I anchor myself to Clay. He’s familiar and safe; with him, I don’t have to translate my emotions into words.
The moment our lips touch, I know that he feels the flame of my desire fanned higher by my fulfilled ambition.
“Damn, Dr. Adler.” He pushes my brown hair over my shoulder and smiles. “That’s fucking hot.”
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