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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 3)
At one point, Janina leaned in closer, her voice teasing as she murmured, “You know, Rahim… you’re a good man. A strong man. And whatever happens with Lina, I know you’ll figure it out.”
Rahim hesitated, his thoughts muddled by the alcohol and the weight of emotions he’d been carrying. He wasn’t thinking straight anymore, his inhibitions were slipping, and the warmth of Janina’s presence was starting to cloud his judgment. Slowly, almost unconsciously, his hand crept across the table, his fingers brushing against hers.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smile. “What are you doing, Rahim?” she whispered, her tone playful yet inviting.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned in closer, his body gravitating toward her as if pulled by some unseen force. Their faces were inches apart now, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Janina’s breath hitched slightly, her eyes flickering down to his lips before meeting his gaze again.
“Rahim,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the low hum of the bar. “Is this… smart?”
He didn’t know the answer to that. All he knew was that he needed this...something to distract him, something to make him feel alive again. His hand tightened around hers, and before he could second-guess himself, he closed the distance between them.
Their lips met in a slow, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, almost chaste, but then Janina responded with a quiet intensity that surprised him. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.
Rahim’s mind spun, his body reacting before he could process what was happening. His free hand found its way under the table, resting tentatively on her thigh. She stiffened for a moment, her lips pausing against his, and then she let out a soft, breathy laugh.
“Well,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice full of amusement and something else, something darker, more inviting. “I wasn’t expecting this from you tonight.”
He pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushing. “Sorry,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound particularly sorry. His hand stayed where it was, fingers lightly tracing circles on her thigh. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Janina smirked, leaning in again until her lips brushed his earlobe. “You’re doing just fine,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Her tongue darted out, tracing the curve of his ear, and he shivered despite himself.
Rahim’s grip on her thigh tightened involuntarily, his fingers pressing into the soft curve of her flesh. His eyes dropped to her cleavage, the sight of her ample breasts barely contained by her blouse sending a jolt of heat straight through him. Janina noticed, of course she did, and she shifted slightly in her seat, leaning forward just enough to give him an even better view.
“Like what you see?” she teased, her voice low and husky, carrying a playful edge that made his pulse quicken. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she watched him, her gaze darkening with intent.
Rahim swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. She’s bigger than Lina, he thought involuntarily, the comparison flickering in his mind before he could stop it. He tried to look away, but the sight of her was magnetic, pulling him back in.
Janina laughed softly, the sound rich and warm as she leaned closer. Her hand slid up from his chest to rest lightly on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against the base of his neck. “Shy Rahim has a wild side after all,” she murmured, biting her lip in a way that made his breath hitch. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “Who would’ve thought?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he found himself caught in her gaze, the tension between them thickening with every passing second. Janina tilted her head, her lips hovering dangerously close to his ear.
“You’re full of surprises,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Rahim’s heart raced, his thoughts a jumble of guilt, desire, and confusion. He knew he should pull back, should stop this before it went too far, but something about the way she looked at him, like she saw right through him made it impossible to resist.
But then Janina seemed to sense his internal struggle. She leaned back slightly, her hand retreating from his shoulder as she let out a soft sigh. “Maybe we’ve had too much to drink,” she said gently, her tone shifting to something softer, more cautious. “We should probably slow down… before things get out of hand.”
Rahim nodded stiffly, though his body protested the distance. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Probably a good idea.”
Janina smiled at him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “I’m going to the private bathroom in the corner,” she said, standing gracefully. She adjusted her blouse slightly, her movements deliberately slow as if testing his resolve. “Be back in a bit.”
He watched her walk away, her hips swaying with every step, and felt a surge of heat pool low in his stomach. His cock throbbed uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, demanding attention he couldn’t give it. The image of her cleavage lingered in his mind, and he found himself unable to think of anything else.
At one point, Janina leaned in closer, her voice teasing as she murmured, “You know, Rahim… you’re a good man. A strong man. And whatever happens with Lina, I know you’ll figure it out.”
Rahim hesitated, his thoughts muddled by the alcohol and the weight of emotions he’d been carrying. He wasn’t thinking straight anymore, his inhibitions were slipping, and the warmth of Janina’s presence was starting to cloud his judgment. Slowly, almost unconsciously, his hand crept across the table, his fingers brushing against hers.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smile. “What are you doing, Rahim?” she whispered, her tone playful yet inviting.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned in closer, his body gravitating toward her as if pulled by some unseen force. Their faces were inches apart now, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Janina’s breath hitched slightly, her eyes flickering down to his lips before meeting his gaze again.
“Rahim,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the low hum of the bar. “Is this… smart?”
He didn’t know the answer to that. All he knew was that he needed this...something to distract him, something to make him feel alive again. His hand tightened around hers, and before he could second-guess himself, he closed the distance between them.
Their lips met in a slow, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, almost chaste, but then Janina responded with a quiet intensity that surprised him. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.
Rahim’s mind spun, his body reacting before he could process what was happening. His free hand found its way under the table, resting tentatively on her thigh. She stiffened for a moment, her lips pausing against his, and then she let out a soft, breathy laugh.
“Well,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice full of amusement and something else, something darker, more inviting. “I wasn’t expecting this from you tonight.”
He pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushing. “Sorry,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound particularly sorry. His hand stayed where it was, fingers lightly tracing circles on her thigh. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Janina smirked, leaning in again until her lips brushed his earlobe. “You’re doing just fine,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Her tongue darted out, tracing the curve of his ear, and he shivered despite himself.
Rahim’s grip on her thigh tightened involuntarily, his fingers pressing into the soft curve of her flesh. His eyes dropped to her cleavage, the sight of her ample breasts barely contained by her blouse sending a jolt of heat straight through him. Janina noticed, of course she did, and she shifted slightly in her seat, leaning forward just enough to give him an even better view.
“Like what you see?” she teased, her voice low and husky, carrying a playful edge that made his pulse quicken. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she watched him, her gaze darkening with intent.
Rahim swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. She’s bigger than Lina, he thought involuntarily, the comparison flickering in his mind before he could stop it. He tried to look away, but the sight of her was magnetic, pulling him back in.
Janina laughed softly, the sound rich and warm as she leaned closer. Her hand slid up from his chest to rest lightly on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against the base of his neck. “Shy Rahim has a wild side after all,” she murmured, biting her lip in a way that made his breath hitch. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “Who would’ve thought?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he found himself caught in her gaze, the tension between them thickening with every passing second. Janina tilted her head, her lips hovering dangerously close to his ear.
“You’re full of surprises,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Rahim’s heart raced, his thoughts a jumble of guilt, desire, and confusion. He knew he should pull back, should stop this before it went too far, but something about the way she looked at him, like she saw right through him made it impossible to resist.
But then Janina seemed to sense his internal struggle. She leaned back slightly, her hand retreating from his shoulder as she let out a soft sigh. “Maybe we’ve had too much to drink,” she said gently, her tone shifting to something softer, more cautious. “We should probably slow down… before things get out of hand.”
Rahim nodded stiffly, though his body protested the distance. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Probably a good idea.”
Janina smiled at him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “I’m going to the private bathroom in the corner,” she said, standing gracefully. She adjusted her blouse slightly, her movements deliberately slow as if testing his resolve. “Be back in a bit.”
He watched her walk away, her hips swaying with every step, and felt a surge of heat pool low in his stomach. His cock throbbed uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, demanding attention he couldn’t give it. The image of her cleavage lingered in his mind, and he found himself unable to think of anything else.
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