Chapter 7

"Yes it is", she nodded. She was still waiting for his opinion. Not that it mattered to her. She loved that tattoo. 



Steve Jobs had been her one and only Role Model. The day she got the news about his death, she had broken down and cried. He was the reason why she fell in love with this profession. He was the one why she had chosen this career path. Maybe that was the reason why she admired Oscar Jones so much. His applications on Internet Security were cutting-edge. His innate skills in innovation were what drove him to the too. Everyone in the field of IT had heard about Oscar Jones. 



She had thought to get this tattoo since she was still a graduate. But that was all. It was just like a fantasy. Like how everyone hypothesises 'if I ever get a piercing...'. But the day she had heard the news of his death, this was the first thing that had come to her mind. As weird as it was, she felt like it was some kind of dedication to the Most Innovative man there was. 


"It's beautiful!", he whispered.



That was the last thing she expected. She turned around and his hand slipped to the side of her waist. For a moment, she thought he would remove his hand. But he seemed more than comfortable with his hand resting on her waist. "Really?! You think it's beautiful?", she frowned, not believing what she just heard him say. 



"Really", his eyes were a different shade of grey. They had turned dark and were clouded by some unnamed emotion. He stared into her eyes very much aware where his hand was. He waited for a few seconds to see if she will stop him and slowly ran tiny circles on her waist with his left hand. He saw the lust in her eyes, and he was certain that it mirrored his. His fingers were itching to touch her flushed cheek.



And he did....



Rosie just sat there completely drowned in those deep shades of grey looking at the depths of her soul. Her skin was on fire with his small gesture at her waist. A pool of wet liquid flushed between her legs. She had a strong urge of getting up from there and straddling him, wanting to feel him in her intimate parts. She wanted him so bad. She felt like a piece of metal in front of a magnet. The force was too strong. And then he lifted his other hand and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. She lost all her control and melted against his touch. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.



When he saw her chest rising and falling he couldn't help himself. He wanted to show her his tattoo too. But he didn't want her to go out of his reach. He wanted her. He wanted her to want him. He slowly moved his hand from her cheek to her neck. He traced his finger slowly down her neck and on the collar bone. She threw her head back and purred his name while she rested both her palms on his chest for support. He couldn't take this torture anymore. He was barely controlling himself to ravish her. But he wanted this. He wanted to show her how much he enjoyed her touching like this. He wanted to torture himself with this. He wanted to test his limits. But there was a huge part of him that wanted to run away and hide. The intensity of how much he wanted her scared the hell out of him. 


And then he brushed his knuckles on the curve of her left breast already feeling her hardened n****e. Her whole body stilled. She suddenly opened her eyes and gasped looking at him. His eyes were on her breast, his jaw tightened, like he was physically trying to control something. Something too strong. He ran his tongue on his lower lip and looked at her, making his intentions clear. But he did not move. He just stared at her, his left hand on her waist and his right hand still brushing on her hardened left n****e through her blouse. She pleaded him with her eyes for more.



He looked at her. And what he saw in those dark brown eyes, shook him to the core. Most women would have already put out. And Rosie? No, Rosie let him make his own choice. She made it clear what she wanted. But she did not make any move. She gave him the choice to make his move. She also gave him the choice not to make the move. So, whatever happens from now on, would be his decision. The logical part of his brain told him that all those past experiences have taught him to back out but another part was clouded by the desire in her eyes. He was torn between wanting her and letting her go. This is the first time in his life he was having trouble to make a simple decision. All he could think was how much he wanted her. 



"Let it go, Oscar", Rosie whispered, wanting him to let go of his control. 



"If I let it go, I won't be able to stop, Rose", he said, his voice low and raw. His endearment to her takes her breath away. This is the first time someone had called her Rose. He squeezes her n****e hard and she whimpers with the pain and the pleasure. Every inch of her body tells her to go for it, but she can't. She wants him to make the first move. She wants him to take out just once brick of the wall he has built around him. 



"Let it go, Oscar", she purred under her breath when he squeezes her n****e once again. 



And that just pushes him over the edge. Seeing her so vulnerable and succumbed to him he just snaps and crashes her lips to his own. 



Not even ten seconds had passed before he had kissed her and someone at the doorway clears his throat. 

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