Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Her fingers brushed against the soft skin of a fruit, her hand lingering for just a moment too long. The air between them shifted, thickening with unspoken understanding.
 
She leaned closer, her lips curving into a smile that was almost a challenge. “Maybe later,” she whispered, her voice light, but the hint of something more lay beneath it.
 
She brushed a quick kiss on his cheek, a fleeting, teasing press of her lips.
 
It was a simple kiss, but it lingered between them, the warmth from her lips like an imprint on his skin.
The spark between them was undeniable.
 
Naveen blinked, a quiet laugh escaping him. He didn’t say anything at first, but his heart raced, his breath just a little uneven.
 
The kiss felt like an invitation, a wordless offering.
 
He shifted closer to her, just enough to close the distance between them, not yet ready to break the spell.
 
“I’m glad we’re working together,” he said, his voice soft. He leaned in slightly, his breath mixing with hers. “It makes all of this… easier.”
 
She smiled at him, the warmth in his voice doing something unexpected to her heart. His words weren’t just about the work, she realized, they were about them. About this quiet partnership they were building, brick by brick, minute by minute.
 
Her elbow nudged his shoulder lightly.
 
The touch was playful, but there was something else in it. She leaned in, the weight of his presence almost dizzying in its comfort. “Careful, doctor,” she teased, her voice playful, but there was an undercurrent of something softer. “If you keep looking at me like that, you might get distracted from your duties.”
 
Naveen’s laugh was low, rich, and filled with something that made her stomach flutter. The sound was intoxicating, pulling her in even more.
 
He caught the light in her eyes, that playful spark, and he couldn’t help but lean closer, his face just inches from hers. “Distracted, huh?” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, but there was a weight behind it. “I might need some supervision then. You’d make a very strict boss.”
 
She giggled, the sound soft and free, like the night itself. Her hand brushed his arm lightly, a feather-light touch that sent a thrill through him. He could feel the heat of her hand through the fabric of his shirt, the soft pressure of her fingers as they lingered on his skin.

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