Forbidden Heat: A Burning Desire

Elizabeth opened her door and moved towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes in her wake. She was looking forward to this impromptu rendezvous. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been out, and the mystery of the note was kind of exciting.

After testing the temperature, she slid into the shower and allowed the hot spray to wash away the troubles of the day. Elizabeth started to lather up and think about the note. She still wasn’t sure how it got onto her desk or what the evening might have in store. But as she realized her hands were lingering on her erect nipples, she had a good idea of what she hoped for.

“God, it has been too long,” Elizabeth sighed. She slid her hands down to her sudsy curls and thought about finishing what she had started, but remembered she was already running late. She finished rinsing off and got ready as fast as she could.

The unsigned, typewritten note had stated, “Hilton Bar, 7 pm. Wear something sexy, and don’t be late.” Elizabeth wasn’t exactly sure what it was about, but she figured, “Well, it’s a public place. I should be safe.”

It was 7:05 when Elizabeth stepped out of the cab. She was wearing her favorite “little red dress,” and judging from the look on the young doorman’s face, it was definitely sexy! She made her way through the lobby and headed towards the bar.

It was the quintessential little jazz club—dark, candlelit, and just the right balance of music versus smoke to give it the perfect vibe. Scanning the booths but not recognizing anyone right away, she made her way to the bar and ordered a vodka gimlet.

Elizabeth sipped her drink and continued to search for a familiar face, occasionally catching the bartender sneaking glances at her low cut dress. She smiled; he was kinda cute and younger, so she didn’t really mind. It didn’t hurt her ego to know she still had that effect on men. And judging by the way her nipples were perking up, it didn’t bother her libido a bit either.

As she sipped her gimlet, Elizabeth was wondering if her mystery date was going to show. She had been fashionably late, but still ended up waiting! Just as she turned around to ask for the check, she felt a gentle touch on the back of her shoulder.

“Michael, you left the note!?” she exclaimed as she spun around.

“Who else?” he answered.

Elizabeth laughed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, “I didn’t have any hot water.” He lifted an eyebrow in her direction.

“Funny, you’d have thought that would have sped you up!” Elizabeth said with a smirk.

“You look amazing,” Michael replied.

“Good answer!” Elizabeth blushed.

“Would you like to move to a booth?” asked Michael.

“Sure,” E said, and let him lead her with his warm hand at the base of her spine.

Michael helped Elizabeth into a corner booth in the back of the bar and ordered them a round of drinks. They sat next to each other in the candlelight, enjoying the live jazz band while talking about everything under the sun. Michael’s eyes never left hers, and Elizabeth could almost feel the heat behind his gaze.

“I’m glad you found the note,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me too,” she replied, “but I didn’t follow it exactly; I did run a bit late.”

“So the truth comes out,” he laughed, “but you did follow the two most important things.”

“What were those?” she asked.

“Well, you found the right bar. And you definitely wore something sexy,” Michael said, smiling.

“Thank you.” Then Elizabeth gasped as she felt his hand on her thigh under the table. “Michael!?” she quietly exclaimed.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Heat shot up Elizabeth’s leg as she felt his hand slide under her dress. She nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching as his fingers gently brushed against the lace of her silk underwear. She wanted to protest, but the fact that she’d never had anything like this happen before excited her. She lightly exhaled as Michael slipped two fingers underneath the thin lacy barrier and began to make slow, gentle circles.

Elizabeth tried to control her breathing as Michael slowly slid his fingers inside. She could feel herself losing control and, out of sheer reflex, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Michael deftly curled his fingers to hit that oh-so-perfect spot, and E let out a small involuntary moan.

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open. She looked at Michael with a mixture of pleasure and concern. She did not want to have a “When Harry met Sally” moment in the middle of this bar.

“Trust me,” Michael whispered again as he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

The touch of his lips on hers sent Elizabeth over the edge. She tensed with ecstasy, trying her best to pass her moans of pleasure quietly into his awaiting lips. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at a smirking Michael.

“Wow,” she whispered, scanning the room to see if anyone had noticed as her body continued to tingle. “I’m waiting for someone to walk up and say, ‘Get a room,”” she said, then laughed.

“I already did,” he answered.

“Well, that was a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” she purred playfully.

“Let’s just say, I had a hunch you wouldn’t mind,” Michael said, smiling.

“Would you like to move to a booth?” asked Michael.

“Sure,” E said, and let him lead her with his warm hand at the base of her spine.

Michael helped Elizabeth into a corner booth in the back of the bar and ordered them a round of drinks. They sat next to each other in the candlelight, enjoying the live jazz band while talking about everything under the sun. Michael’s eyes never left hers, and Elizabeth could almost feel the heat behind his gaze.

“I’m glad you found the note,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me too,” she replied, “but I didn’t follow it exactly; I did run a bit late.”

“So the truth comes out,” he laughed, “but you did follow the two most important things.”

“What were those?” she asked.

“Well, you found the right bar. And you definitely wore something sexy,” Michael said, smiling.

“Thank you.” Then Elizabeth gasped as she felt his hand on her thigh under the table. “Michael!?” she quietly exclaimed.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Heat shot up Elizabeth’s leg as she felt his hand slide under her dress. She nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching as his fingers gently brushed against the lace of her silk underwear. She wanted to protest, but the fact that she’d never had anything like this happen before excited her. She lightly exhaled as Michael slipped two fingers underneath the thin lacy barrier and began to make slow, gentle circles.

Elizabeth tried to control her breathing as Michael slowly slid his fingers inside. She could feel herself losing control and, out of sheer reflex, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Michael deftly curled his fingers to hit that oh-so-perfect spot, and E let out a small involuntary moan.

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open. She looked at Michael with a mixture of pleasure and concern. She did not want to have a “When Harry met Sally” moment in the middle of this bar.

“Trust me,” Michael whispered again as he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

The touch of his lips on hers sent Elizabeth over the edge. She tensed with ecstasy, trying her best to pass her moans of pleasure quietly into his awaiting lips. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at a smirking Michael.

“Wow,” she whispered, scanning the room to see if anyone had noticed as her body continued to tingle. “I’m waiting for someone to walk up and say, ‘Get a room,”” she said, then laughed.

“I already did,” he answered.

“Well, that was a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” she purred playfully.

“Let’s just say, I had a hunch you wouldn’t mind,” Michael said, smiling.

“Would you like to move to a booth?” asked Michael.

“Sure,” E said, and let him lead her with his warm hand at the base of her spine.

Michael helped Elizabeth into a corner booth in the back of the bar and ordered them a round of drinks. They sat next to each other in the candlelight, enjoying the live jazz band while talking about everything under the sun. Michael’s eyes never left hers, and Elizabeth could almost feel the heat behind his gaze.

“I’m glad you found the note,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me too,” she replied, “but I didn’t follow it exactly; I did run a bit late.”

“So the truth comes out,” he laughed, “but you did follow the two most important things.”

“What were those?” she asked.

“Well, you found the right bar. And you definitely wore something sexy,” Michael said, smiling.

“Thank you.” Then Elizabeth gasped as she felt his hand on her thigh under the table. “Michael!?” she quietly exclaimed.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Heat shot up Elizabeth’s leg as she felt his hand slide under her dress. She nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching as his fingers gently brushed against the lace of her silk underwear. She wanted to protest, but the fact that she’d never had anything like this happen before excited her. She lightly exhaled as Michael slipped two fingers underneath the thin lacy barrier and began to make slow, gentle circles.

Elizabeth tried to control her breathing as Michael slowly slid his fingers inside. She could feel herself losing control and, out of sheer reflex, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Michael deftly curled his fingers to hit that oh-so-perfect spot, and E let out a small involuntary moan.

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open. She looked at Michael with a mixture of pleasure and concern. She did not want to have a “When Harry met Sally” moment in the middle of this bar.

“Trust me,” Michael whispered again as he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

The touch of his lips on hers sent Elizabeth over the edge. She tensed with ecstasy, trying her best to pass her moans of pleasure quietly into his awaiting lips. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at a smirking Michael.

“Wow,” she whispered, scanning the room to see if anyone had noticed as her body continued to tingle. “I’m waiting for someone to walk up and say, ‘Get a room,”” she said, then laughed.

“I already did,” he answered.

“Well, that was a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” she purred playfully.

“Let’s just say, I had a hunch you wouldn’t mind,” Michael said, smiling.

“Would you like to move to a booth?” asked Michael.

“Sure,” E said, and let him lead her with his warm hand at the base of her spine.

Michael helped Elizabeth into a corner booth in the back of the bar and ordered them a round of drinks. They sat next to each other in the candlelight, enjoying the live jazz band while talking about everything under the sun. Michael’s eyes never left hers, and Elizabeth could almost feel the heat behind his gaze.

“I’m glad you found the note,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me too,” she replied, “but I didn’t follow it exactly; I did run a bit late.”

“So the truth comes out,” he laughed, “but you did follow the two most important things.”

“What were those?” she asked.

“Well, you found the right bar. And you definitely wore something sexy,” Michael said, smiling.

“Thank you.” Then Elizabeth gasped as she felt his hand on her thigh under the table. “Michael!?” she quietly exclaimed.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Heat shot up Elizabeth’s leg as she felt his hand slide under her dress. She nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching as his fingers gently brushed against the lace of her silk underwear. She wanted to protest, but the fact that she’d never had anything like this happen before excited her. She lightly exhaled as Michael slipped two fingers underneath the thin lacy barrier and began to make slow, gentle circles.

Elizabeth tried to control her breathing as Michael slowly slid his fingers inside. She could feel herself losing control and, out of sheer reflex, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Michael deftly curled his fingers to hit that oh-so-perfect spot, and E let out a small involuntary moan.

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open. She looked at Michael with a mixture of pleasure and concern. She did not want to have a “When Harry met Sally” moment in the middle of this bar.

“Trust me,” Michael whispered again as he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

The touch of his lips on hers sent Elizabeth over the edge. She tensed with ecstasy, trying her best to pass her moans of pleasure quietly into his awaiting lips. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at a smirking Michael.

“Wow,” she whispered, scanning the room to see if anyone had noticed as her body continued to tingle. “I’m waiting for someone to walk up and say, ‘Get a room,”” she said, then laughed.

“I already did,” he answered.

“Well, that was a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” she purred playfully.

“Let’s just say, I had a hunch you wouldn’t mind,” Michael said, smiling.

“Would you like to move to a booth?” asked Michael.

“Sure,” E said, and let him lead her with his warm hand at the base of her spine.

Michael helped Elizabeth into a corner booth in the back of the bar and ordered them a round of drinks. They sat next to each other in the candlelight, enjoying the live jazz band while talking about everything under the sun. Michael’s eyes never left hers, and Elizabeth could almost feel the heat behind his gaze.

“I’m glad you found the note,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me too,” she replied, “but I didn’t follow it exactly; I did run a bit late.”

“So the truth comes out,” he laughed, “but you did follow the two most important things.”

“What were those?” she asked.

“Well, you found the right bar. And you definitely wore something sexy,” Michael said, smiling.

“Thank you.” Then Elizabeth gasped as she felt his hand on her thigh under the table. “Michael!?” she quietly exclaimed.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Heat shot up Elizabeth’s leg as she felt his hand slide under her dress. She nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching as his fingers gently brushed against the lace of her silk underwear. She wanted to protest, but the fact that she’d never had anything like this happen before excited her. She lightly exhaled as Michael slipped two fingers underneath the thin lacy barrier and began to make slow, gentle circles.

Elizabeth tried to control her breathing as Michael slowly slid his fingers inside. She could feel herself losing control and, out of sheer reflex, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Michael deftly curled his fingers to hit that oh-so-perfect spot, and E let out a small involuntary moan.

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open. She looked at Michael with a mixture of pleasure and concern. She did not want to have a “When Harry met Sally” moment in the middle of this bar.

“Trust me,” Michael whispered again as he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

The touch of his lips on hers sent Elizabeth over the edge. She tensed with ecstasy, trying her best to pass her moans of pleasure quietly into his awaiting lips. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at a smirking Michael.

“Wow,” she whispered, scanning the room to see if anyone had noticed as her body continued to tingle. “I’m waiting for someone to walk up and say, ‘Get a room,”” she said, then laughed.

“I already did,” he answered.

“Well, that was a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” she purred playfully.

“Let’s just say, I had a hunch you wouldn’t mind,” Michael said, smiling.

“Would you like to move to a booth?” asked Michael.

“Sure,” E said, and let him lead her with his warm hand at the base of her spine.

Michael helped Elizabeth into a corner booth in the back of the bar and ordered them a round of drinks. They sat next to each other in the candlelight, enjoying the live jazz band while talking about everything under the sun. Michael’s eyes never left hers, and Elizabeth could almost feel the heat behind his gaze.

“I’m glad you found the note,” he whispered into her ear.

“Me too,” she replied, “but I didn’t follow it exactly; I did run a bit late.”

“So the truth comes out,” he laughed, “but you did follow the two most important things.”

“What were those?” she asked.

“Well, you found the right bar. And you definitely wore something sexy,” Michael said, smiling.

“Thank you.” Then Elizabeth gasped as she felt his hand on her thigh under the table. “Michael!?” she quietly exclaimed.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Heat shot up Elizabeth’s leg as she felt his hand slide under her dress. She nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching as his fingers gently brushed against the lace of her silk underwear. She wanted to protest, but the fact that she’d never had anything like this happen before excited her. She lightly exhaled as Michael slipped two fingers underneath the thin lacy barrier and began to make slow, gentle circles.

Elizabeth tried to control her breathing as Michael slowly slid his fingers inside. She could feel herself losing control and, out of sheer reflex, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Michael deftly curled his fingers to hit that oh-so-perfect spot, and E let out a small involuntary moan.

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open. She looked at Michael with a mixture of pleasure and concern. She did not want to have a “When Harry met Sally” moment in the middle of this bar.

“Trust me,” Michael whispered again as he leaned in and kissed her passionately.

The touch of his lips on hers sent Elizabeth over the edge. She tensed with ecstasy, trying her best to pass her moans of pleasure quietly into his awaiting lips. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at a smirking Michael.

“Wow,” she whispered, scanning the room to see if anyone had noticed as

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