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A tall, dark, devastatingly handsome man walked in, clad in casual jeans and a white crew-neck T-shirt. White sneakers completed the effortlessly put-together look.
For a moment, Sinikiwe forgot how to breathe.
Then her ovaries went into overdrive.
She was afraid that if she stared any harder, the smouldering look in his chocolate-brown eyes might actually impregnate her.
The scene felt wrong, yet so satisfying it was dangerous. She was drooling over a man forbidden to her.
George. George freaking Njolomba.
But try as she might, she couldn’t look away. With his hands shoved into his trouser pockets, he walked toward her, the light behind him bathing his figure in a golden glow.
Each step accentuated the strength in his frame, his stride, easy and unhurried. Sinikiwe blinked sheepishly, her cheeks warming.
Yangu tata Lesa, you need help, she reprimanded herself.
The internal monologue a chaotic scream of hormones and disbelief. She knew she was being ridiculous, clinically insane even.
But the man was a walking, breathing, high-definition thirst trap.
His smile stretched wider, that lopsided curve a direct attack on her ability to form basic sentences.
While she was still mesmerized, he reached her side. The subtle scent of his sandalwood cologne enveloped her.
“You are awake,” he said with a lopsided smile. He reached out and traced his finger above the bandaged cut on her head.
He waited for an answer she couldn’t articulate. Her brain felt fuzzy, thoughts jumbled and confused.
The suddenness of his arrival had caught her off guard. He didn’t just walk; he moved with easy confidence, a man comfortable in his own skin.
He tilted his head slightly, that smile still in place.
“Cat got your tongue, Nikkie?”
His voice-smooth and sweet like honey, clear and refreshing like water-plus his nickname for her, sent her back to a scene seven years ago in the private VIP airport lounge.
Strident breathing, bodies pressed together, lips locked in a frantic kiss, roaming hands setting her body on fire, the tremor that shook her when his hand rested on her most intimate part and kneaded. Wetness pooled in her panties.
She had clung to his hot, hard body, desperately wanting to be one with him.
And when his fingers slid into her core, stroking gently… moans escaped her mouth.
His lips trailed kisses down her neck, sucking and biting.
Stars filled her vision as his strokes intensified. She whimpered, calling his name, urging him faster as she rocked her hips against his hand.
He obliged, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb while thrusting his long fingers inside her.
A sensation she could hardly describe took over.
Something inside her shattered.
A loud, lustful moan escaped her mouth, quickly swallowed by his fervent kiss.
She fell against him like a marionette whose strings had been cut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
“Nikkie,” he had whispered her name against her skin as he slowly continued to stroke her, sending fresh shocks through her body. She trembled in his arms, limp like a leaf in a storm.
In the present, her breath hitched as his blazing finger continued to trace over the wound. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling a flush of wetness in her pants. Her eyes widened in mortified horror.
She really wasn’t just turned on by his touch, was she?
Her cheeks warmed in embarrassment.
Get a grip, Sinikiwe, she reprimanded herself.
Attempting to gain some semblance of control, she pushed his hand away. She finally found her voice, though it came out as a reedy whisper. “I… I guess so.”
God, Sinikiwe. She wanted to smack herself. ‘I guess so’?! That’s all you have?’
He chuckled softly, the sound intoxicating. His hand lingered above her temple a moment longer before retracting slightly.
She silently mourned the loss of his touch, her body far more honest than her pride.
“Good,” he said, his chocolate-brown eyes warm with concern. “You had me worried for a moment there.”
The proximity felt safe and familiar.
Sinikiwe, you are done for, she cried internally.
A dull throb pulsed at her temple, the bandage suddenly too tight.
No, it must be the anaesthesia. Yes, that was it.
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