Authors note; Yes, more adult stuff going on and bad language. 2nd author note at the end…

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Chapter Eight

I waited for the inevitable regret to fall from her lips, but it never did.

"I like watching you sleep." She said unexpectedly, her voice hushed and husky.

I could make out her face easily in the dim light coming off the patio. She was so fucking beautiful - my heart skipped a beat and a smile tugged at my lips.

"I just like watching you all the time." I admitted with a small laugh.

Rose reached out and smoothed my hair back from my face, pulling strands through her fingers as she did so. Her gaze became mischievous.

"I know."

A wave of embarrassment surged through me, but I decided to brave it.

"Was I that obvious?"

She smirked, "Only because I was watching you too."

Elation made my heart soar. Rose had been interested after all!

I wanted to ask her what we were going to do about this entire situation, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. It was as if we were alone on the planet; confiding life altering secrets in hushed tones in the comfort of semi darkness.

Her hand lifted my chin while her thumb traced the edge of my lower lip and then she leaned in and kissed me. Her petal soft lips moulded to mine, her tongue exploring my mouth slowly. It moved against mine sensuously. I shivered in delight.

I allowed myself the indescribable joy of touching her face too, stroking along her brow, her cheek and then jaw while she kissed me. The fact that I could now touch her, made my entire body sing with joy.

Delightful needy energy travelled along every nerve ending igniting the ever present hunger deep inside me.

I wanted Rose, again and again, always, forever. But of course I didn't say this, I only kissed her harder and deeper. I loved how she kissed me; as if she were claiming every inch of me and committing it to memory.

My wayward hands traveled lower, cupping her breasts - twin handfuls of perfection. Her nipples peaked and I pulled them gently, experimentally rolling them between my fingers. I was delighted to hear her moan of surrender. But Rose was naturally more dominant and she rolled me under her, spreading my legs with her hands as she did so. I whimpered, instantly and violently aroused.

She kissed the side of my face and then my neck, trailing kisses between my breasts as she pushed herself lower still. I froze as she pressed an open mouth kiss onto my belly button, her goal now clear to me.

Oh God, I was going to die.

The ache between my legs was back, more pronounced than before. I wriggled beneath her, desperate for her to continue but wanting her to stop at the same time.

I'd thought about going down on her, of course, but I didn't have much experience with oral sex and my husband had never done this to me. It was well outside my comfort zone and I had an inkling that Rose knew it. Just as she did in our professional relationship, she was challenging me to go beyond what I knew.

She held me down effectively as her mouth dropped lower still. I could feel her breath on my pussy now and I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified.

Rose placed a hand on each of my thighs and opened me up even more. She paused and I waited, but nothing happened.

Curiosity got the better of me and I looked down at her to see what she was doing.

She was waiting for me to relax, her gaze fixed on my face, a small smile hovering around the edges of her lips.

"Don't close your eyes, Izzy." Her voice, husky and sexy as all hell was like a hit of crack cocaine straight to my heart.

She kissed my thigh and then the top of my pussy, just above my clit. I was tense but drenched. I'd never been so aroused in my life.

I couldn't look away. My gaze held prisoner by electric blue as she stuck out her raspberry pink tongue and licked me right along my slit. I arched into her, a hoarse cry on my lips.

Fuck!

Her tongue swirled around my clit and then my opening, dipping inside me. I found my hands in her hair, my hips undulating as if they had a will of their own. I couldn't control the sounds falling from my mouth, I heard myself making mindless sex noises I'd only ever heard before in raunchy films or porn.

Rose ate me out like I was her favourite treat. She french kissed my pussy and thrust her long, talented fingers into me in the way that made me see stars. I was so done. I came hard.

She moved up and cradled me while tremors trickled across my skin.

I wanted to do that to her. I told her so.

"I want to touch you, Ro." I said, using my pet name for her out loud for the very first time.

I stroked her body from her shoulder to her hip and reached out to kiss her. I could taste myself on her lips. Instead of repulsing me it turned me on even more.

Her body trembled against me, some unnamed emotion flowing through her. I slowly stroked my way down her breasts and belly, my lips following closely behind. My fingers teased, tracing the outline of her pussy until she whimpered and jerked against me.

I slid downwards, unsure of myself and yet excruciatingly aroused. I kissed her belly button and then slid between her legs, just as she'd done to me. I pressed my fingers into her silky, wet warmth, revelling in her moan of surrender. That sound went straight to my pussy, which throbbed in response.

Even her pussy was beautiful, just like rose petals. I leaned in and licked her, spreading her body open as I did so. I glanced up, along her body and saw her watching me, her wide blue eyes seemingly back-lit with the luminescent energy of arousal.

That look spiked my own pleasure, causing my body to pulse with need. I fucked her with my fingers while licking and sucking her pussy with every moved she'd used on me. She lost focus and writhed under me, her inner muscles gripping me rhythmically.

I was in fucking heaven. She tasted so fucking sweet, I couldn't get enough. My confidence grew as I felt Rose come, her body jerking under mine, a hoarse cry tumbling from her mouth. Moisture trickled out of her and lapped that up too, not ready to stop. Her hands were in my hair, half pushing me away, half anchoring me in place.

"Aaahhhh, Izzy." She whispered, sounding half demented. I smiled and Continued my oral assault on her senses.

I suddenly had an idea and it turned me on so much that I decided to do it.

I rolled over taking Rose with me, both of my arms wrapped around her thighs, until she was kneeling over my face - putting her back in control. She looked down at me and stroked a finger across my lips which were wet with her. A pulse throbbed in my pussy.

I held her gaze bravely as I used my leverage around her thighs to bring her down onto my face, showing her clearly what I wanted. The view was fantastic, Rose's small, perfect breasts in full view, her ass in my hands. She only hesitated for a moment before giving in and moving over my face slowly, fucking my tongue.

I pressed my legs together to ease the needy ache in my sex. I was on fire for this woman, literally dying with desire.

Rose noticed my movements and leaned backwards until her long, talented fingers pressed into me seeking deep, magical places to drive me to the brink of insanity.

I shuddered, moaning into her silky flesh which in turn made her cry out. Within minutes we both orgasmed so hard that bright bursts of colour exploded behind my eyelids.

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I escaped from Rosalie's room as her cell phone began ringing. It was perhaps six o'clock in the morning.

We had fucked all night. I was so scared of losing my job. It was all I could think of now that cold reality had returned. I showered in my cottage and dressed hastily, heading to my small office as if nothing had changed.

But of course everything had. I set the coffee machine up to brew and went to my desk, trying to concentrate but unable to. The faint beep of the coffee machine drew me to the vast kitchen desperate for my caffeine fix.

I felt Rose's presence moments later and my belly flip flopped. I turned to face her as bravely as I could. I'd never been so vulnerable in my entire life.

Her beauty stunned me, as it usually did. Was I imagining it, or was she particularly gorgeous today?

I didn't know what to say.

Rose leaned against the counter opposite where I stood, her feet bare, dressed only in the soft pink cotton robe. We faced off across the two feet separating us as if we were enemies instead of lovers.

"Do you regret it?" She asked at last, diving right in.

Shocked, I shook my head.

"No." I said emphatically.

My gaze dropped to the steaming mug in my hands.

"But I was worried you might."

There was a short silence and then Rose was there in front of me and my entire being reacted ferociously. Instead of abating after all the sex, our chemistry seemed to have amplified. Her proximity undid me.

She cupped my cheeks with both hands and traced my lower lip with her thumb.

I felt an ache grow between my legs. I wanted her. Again and again. Forever.

"I've never done anything like this before - ever." She said softly. "But I could never regret this."

She leaned in and kissed me.

It seemed like more in the bright light of this new day. It was everything raw, beautiful and savage between us. My hand found the back of her head, fingers splayed against her skull pulling her into our kiss. Rose moaned softly as I touched her lips with my tongue. I couldn't help myself, the ever present need to consume her engulfed me, driving me on. We parted, equally breathless, our gazes fixed on one another.

"You're married and I work for you." I whispered, reminding her of all the reasons why this wasn't a good idea.

I didn't want any regrets between us.

Rose smirked, "I know." She whispered back, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

"But…" I began.

Rose held a finger against my lips to silence me.

"We'll figure it out." She told me.

I watched as her arresting eyes dropped to my lips. My belly shivered with raw lust as I recalled all the ways we had pleasured each other during the seemingly endless night. I nodded and pressed a kiss onto her finger before touching it with my tongue a little more lingeringly.

"Come back to bed." Rose said, her voice husky.

"What about work?" I asked, throwing a quick look in the general vicinity of the office.

She smiled. "I think I'll give you the day off."

I laughed softly. "You're the boss." I replied and Rose groaned at the cliche.

She took my hand and towed me towards her bedroom.

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The next day dawned brightly and I awoke in Rosalie's bed. We'd spent the entire day and two nights in bed with each other. I'd never done anything this dangerous before and I was filled with a multitude of questions and unspeakable nerves.

I left early, before Rose woke up. Gathering my clothes off the floor, I took one last lingering look at the beautiful woman sleeping amongst the rumpled sheets. I didn't want to leave her, in fact I felt cheated. But I knew that David was due to return today. We hadn't discussed what would happen. Our entire focus on the heart stopping, mind blowing sex we'd had.

It was time for me to go back to pretending that Rose wasn't the most important person in my world. I showered and dressed before making my way to my desk.

Rose was in the kitchen when I walked in looking for coffee. She was dressed too, ready to fetch her husband from the airport.

My gaze hungrily took in her polished beauty. She wore a high necked sleeveless top with wide legged palazzo trousers which looked sensational on her tall lithe figure. Her hair was styled into a sleek bob which made me long for the messy tresses from yesterday. Her high heels clicked against the tile floor as she came towards me.

My insides contracted fiercely when I forced myself to meet her gaze.

"Good morning." I managed past the lump in my throat.

Rosalie eyed my conservative outfit of black tshirt, skinny jeans and ankle biker boots with a small smile.

"Why did you leave?" She asked, a small amount of hurt lodged somewhere in those four short words.

"I felt that I ought to." I told her.

I ached to touch her, but forced myself not to move. Rose arched her brow in question. I knew I owed her some sort of explanation.

"He's coming back today and I didn't want you to feel as if you owed me anything."

It sounded lame out loud, after all we had been to each other in 36 hours.

"We owe each other everything." She surprised me by saying. "Please don't leave like that again."

Rose came closer and my pulse leapt. I nodded, words eluding me. I cleared my throat to speak.

" Will there be a next time?" That was the obvious question.

I cared far too much about what the reply would be. Rose stood directly in front of me and I had to tilt my head up to meet her eyes. It was her turn to nod, her remarkable eyes alight with some unnamed, powerful emotion.

"This can't go public," she reminded me. She drew in a deep breath and took my hands in hers. "But I want there to be a next time, if you're okay with it."

A strange lump formed in my throat at the mention of keeping my feelings for this beautiful human being a secret. It was quite literally the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted the entire world to know how I felt about her!

But if this was the price I had to pay to have a part in her life then so be it.

"I'm more than okay with it." I whispered, tugging her forward until our bodies touched. I leaned in and kissed her, soft and sweet, right on her full, delectable lips. "But I want to keep my job."

Rose chuckled. "That was never in question. Don't you run my life now?"

I laughed, as happiness chased the unease I'd been feeling away. Rosalie glanced at her wrist watch.

"I need to go. I'll be back soon." We kissed again and I wondered briefly how we were going to do this when her husband was home, which was often. I hated the idea of deceiving him, but my conscience was distinctly absent when I thought of how well Rose and I fit together, in all ways.

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I was seated at my desk writing an email to one of Rosalie's countless associates, declining an invitation for a day I knew she was fully booked when Rose walked in. I sent a small smile her way, picked up my coffee cup and took a large gulp of the dark liquid.

"Hi." I said softly.

Rose sat down, swung her chair around to face me.

"Hi." She countered.

Something was off, Rose looked like she was in some kind of shock.

Fear made my heart race uncomfortably. I closed the email with my newly acquired, slightly flamboyant, digital signature and sent it.

"Is something wrong?"

Rose let out a sigh, her elegant hands folded, slender fingers interlocked beneath her chin.

Without meaning to, I recalled how it felt to have those same fingers buried inside me and my face heated uncontrollably.

Her gaze was fixed on my face, a small smile lifting a corner of her delectable mouth as she noticed my blush.

"How was it?" I asked at last. "Was his flight on time?"

Rose drew in a deep breath and nodded. "It was and on the way home I told him."

My heart leapt in fear. Was she saying what I thought she was?

"You told David what exactly?" I croaked, " About us?"

"We've always told each other everything so I decided to trust him. It's the only way you and I can be together, here, away from the paparazzi."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"What did he say?" I choked out, my mind going wild with undesirable possibilities.

Had he demanded my resignation? Was I to leave?

I was sick to my stomach, sadness already permeating my heart, making it as heavy as lead.

"He was...surprised, but only mildly so." she told me with a hint of humor. "You see, he's French and they're an almost fatally practical race. He doesn't seem to find us a threat to our marriage, rather, he sees it as something I was bound to do eventually. Which is what shocked me the most. I've never been with a woman before, I've never wanted to! It's just you I want."

Relief bloomed inside me leaving me elated and ridiculously flattered because Rose had openly admitted to such a thing.

"Are you saying what I think you are?" I prodded, incredulous and ridiculously happy. Rose nodded, in a somewhat dazed manner.

"Yes, Izzy, he doesn't care. He's given us his blessing."

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Authors note; can anyone see potential problems with this arrangement? I'd like to hear some of your opinions.