Turning Pages to Forever

**Turning Pages to Forever** **Chapter 1: Shelves of Destiny** In the heart of Paris, tucked away in a narrow cobblestone alley, there stood a bookstore called "Le Feu et La Flamme." It was a sanctuary for book lovers, filled with the scent of aged paper and the hushed whispers of literary adventures. Emery had spent countless hours in this haven, her fingers tracing the spines of well-loved books, her mind escaping into worlds crafted by ingenious authors. Today, she had ventured into her favorite section, the romance aisle, where love stories from across the ages lined the shelves. As she reached for a tattered copy of "Les Liaisons Dangereuses," she noticed him. He was tall, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and his eyes, behind a pair of slim wire-framed glasses, were a captivating shade of blue-green. He was intently reading a book, his long fingers gently cradling the spine. Emery found herself intrigued, not just by his appearance, but by the intensity of his focus. She tried to direct her attention back to her own book, but her gaze kept drifting towards him. He looked up, as if feeling her eyes on him, and caught her staring. A slow smile spread across his face, and Emery felt a warm blush creep up her cheeks. "Bonjour," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate within her. "Bonjour," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "What are you reading?" He held up the book, revealing the cover of "Madame Bovary." "Flaubert," he said. "A classic tale of passion and despair." Emery raised an eyebrow. "A bit cliché, don't you think? The bored housewife finding escape in adultery?" He chuckled, a rich sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Cliché, perhaps. But there's a reason these themes resonate. They're universal. Passion, longing, the desire for something more... they're all part of the human experience." Emery felt a spark of excitement. There was nothing she loved more than a good literary debate. "But is it realistic? Love like that is rare, if it exists at all." He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "You don't believe in all-consuming love? The kind that burns so brightly it threatens to consume you?" His words, the intensity of his gaze, the way he leaned in just a fraction too close... it all made Emery's heart race. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could see the slight parting of his lips. She wondered, fleetingly, what it would be like to kiss him. "I believe in love," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think it's more subtle than that. A warm ember, not a raging inferno." He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire coursing through her. "Maybe you just haven't met anyone who sets your soul on fire." Emery's breath hitched. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her neck, could see his eyes darken as he leaned in even closer. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb gently tracing her jawline. She could feel his breath on her lips, could see the promise of a kiss in his eyes. And she wanted it. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, to taste his desire, to lose herself in his embrace. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing softly against his. The world seemed to explode around her as the kiss deepened, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her tightly against him. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel his body responding to hers. Her fingers slipped beneath his jacket, tracing the lean muscles of his back, pulling him closer. He groaned softly, his hands sliding down her back, his lips trailing kisses along her neck. She gasped as he nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot on her skin. "You taste like heaven," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Emery was lost in the sensation of his touch, the taste of his lips, the sound of his voice. She felt herself being consumed by desire, her body aching with need. She had never felt like this before, had never been so overwhelmed by passion. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Tell me your name," he said, his voice ragged. "Emery," she breathed. "I'm Emery." A slow smile spread across his face. "Enchanté, Emery. Je m'appelle Lloyd." And with that, Emery knew she was lost. Lost in the passion, lost in the desire, lost in the arms of a man she had only just met. But she didn't care. She wanted this. She wanted him. And she wanted to see where this fiery passion would take her. Lloyd's hands gently circled back to her front as they talked, eventually coming to rest gently cupping her full breasts. As Emery pushed herself into his hand, Lloyd could not help but notice the nipples beginning to poke through Emery's sweater. With a gaze for permission, Lloyd slowly took move his arm downward, moving his hand around the base of her breast liberating Lloyd's other hand to gently tug at her nipple from the other side. Sighing in pleasure, Emery took Lloyd's faces in her hands and kissed him passionately. At a loss for words, Emery took a moment to breath. "I think there is more here than we thought." "Yes" murmured Lloyd "Much, much more." As Emery pressed herself against Lloyd with ever more ferocity the two became consumed in a moment of unrestrained passion. For a bookstore in Paris, the dusty shelves of romance gave way to reality. A waited reality which became accomplishment of her fantasies. In the quiet recesses of Le Feu et La Flamme, their intimacy wasn't simply a burning dream - It was fire, raw, passionate, and all-consuming formally a space of fantasy but now history. As Lloyd slowly lifted Emery off the floor, she whispered "Someone might see us". "Let them see what love looks like" said Lloyd, braced against the shelves. His thrusting delivered her against him, a swaying, quivering jelly, fully dependent on Lloyd. Shifting sharply, Lloyd shifted them a bit askew leading Emery pushed up against a bookshelf. Lloyd followed smoothly, entering her again and again he pounding into her with a strong, demanding rhythm. "Lloyd", Emery whispered in rapture. With a shuddering of the shelf and shuddering of his male model physique, Lloyd came forcefully and quietly, stifling his noise against her shoulder in consideration. Exhausted, they leaned into each other half naked. Catching their breath, Lloyd lifted Emery off her feet and carried her off to the "Employees Only" section. **Chapter 2: Unmasking the Enigma** Emery floated into work on Monday morning, her body still tingling with remembrance of Lloyd's touch. The weekend had been a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, a secret tryst in the city of love. She had left him with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to meet again, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Her colleagues noticed her glow, commenting on the sparkle in her eyes and the smile that wouldn't leave her lips. Emery just shrugged, attributing it to a good weekend. She settled into her desk, her mind drifting back to Lloyd, his hands, his lips, his body pressed against hers. A commotion at the entrance snapped her out of her reverie. There was a flurry of activity, whispers of a new boss taking over the reins. Emery's heart pounded as she saw him—Lloyd, her lover from the bookstore, her partner in passion, standing at the doorway, his blue-green eyes scanning the room. Their gazes locked, and Emery felt her breath hitch. He looked just as shocked as she felt, but he quickly recovered, a mask of professionalism slipping over his features. He was introduced as Lloyd Benoit, the new managing director, and Emery's world tilted on its axis. Lloyd addressed the room, his voice steady and commanding, outlining his vision for the company. Emery watched him, her mind a whirl of confusion and desire. She couldn’t believe the man who had set her soul on fire was now her boss. The complications were immense, but the pull she felt towards him was undeniable. As the meeting adjourned, Emery tried to slip away unnoticed, but Lloyd's voice stopped her. "Emery, a moment please." She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. "Lloyd," she acknowledged, her voice barely above a whisper. He closed the door behind her, ensuring they were alone. "Emery," he began, his voice softening. "I had no idea you worked here. I’m sorry for the shock." Emery took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "It’s… it’s okay. I was just surprised. I mean, we…" she trailed off, her cheeks flushing with the memory of their intimacy. Lloyd stepped closer, his eyes darkening with desire. "We shared something incredible, Emery. But this complicates things." Emery nodded, her mind racing. "Yes, it does. But…" she hesitated, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I can’t stop thinking about you." Lloyd's breath hitched, and he reached out, his fingers lightly brushing her cheek. "Nor I you. But we need to be careful. This is a professional environment, and I don’t want to jeopardize your career." Emery leaned into his touch, her body aching for more. "I understand. But…" she bit her lip, her eyes meeting his, "I want you, Lloyd. I want this." Lloyd groaned softly, his hand slipping to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. "You’re making this very difficult, Emery," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. Their kiss was soft and tender, a promise of more to come. Emery melted into his embrace, her body pressing against his, her hands slipping beneath his jacket. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel his body responding to hers. Lloyd pulled back, his breath ragged. "We need to be discreet, Emery. But I want you too. More than you know." Before it was a simple thing- of attraction, but now. Now with his hands on her in the bookstore they wouldn't stop. It was a tactile sense of his sexuality she couldn't get out of her mind. She knew she had to act, but she couldn't. With the feeling of his body even now her emotions were all over the place. She remembered this. The way their breath came and went They separated reluctantly, a silent promise passing between them. Emery returned to her desk, her mind a whirl of desire and confusion. She tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Lloyd, to the feel of his lips, the touch of his hands. A rude interruption by a co worker. "Hey, didn't you hear me? I think we are running out of paper, I need some now" and indignantly Lloyd came out saying "We don't speak like that in my office." The day wore on, and Emery found herself drawn into a meeting with Lloyd and a few other colleagues. As they discussed a new project, Emery couldn’t help but steal glances at Lloyd, her body tingling with remembrance of their shared passion. Suddenly, one of her colleagues, a man named Pierre, made a snide remark about her ideas being too "soft" for the market. Emery felt a flush of embarrassment, but before she could respond, Lloyd stepped in. "Pierre," Lloyd said, his voice cold and commanding, "Emery’s ideas are innovative and thoughtful. If you have a problem with them, you can discuss it with me privately. But I will not tolerate disrespect in my meetings." Pierre paled, mumbling an apology as the room fell silent. Emery looked at Lloyd, her heart swelling with gratitude and something more—a deep, growing affection. As the meeting adjourned, Lloyd held her back, his eyes searching hers. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. Emery nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Lloyd. That meant a lot to me." Lloyd reached out, his fingers lightly brushing hers. "I won’t let anyone hurt you, Emery. Not on my watch." Emery's breath hitched, her body aching with desire. She wanted to lean into him, to feel his arms around her, his lips on hers. But she held back, mindful of their surroundings. Lloyd's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in, his voice a low rumble. "You’re driving me crazy, Emery. I can’t stop thinking about you, about us. About the way you feel in my arms." With his fingers moving just slightly on her dress, slowly moving downward, flushing her entire body with pleasure. Emery felt herself very much in the present. The air between them crackled with tension, their bodies drawn together like magnets. Emery could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps. She wanted him, needed him, with a desperation that was almost overwhelming. She knew that he could be part of his fantasy, this was easier than she thought. As she did so, she met his eyes darkly at the present moment. "Lloyd, yes" she said in a heated fashion. Lloyd groaned softly, his hand slipping to the small of her back, pulling her closer. "We need to be careful, Emery. But I can’t stay away from you. I won’t." His hand slipped even lower, out of sight cupping her backside firmly, feeling her shape against him. Her breath was uneven, she wanted this more than she could believe. Emery melted into his touch, her body aching with need. "I don’t want you to stay away, Lloyd. I want you, all of you." Lloyd’s breath hitched, and he pulled her into a secluded alcove, his lips crushing against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Emery moaned softly, her hands slipping beneath his jacket, tracing the lean muscles of his back. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel his body responding to hers. Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a heated embrace. Lloyd’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. Emery gasped as he slid his hand beneath her blouse and move to the side of her body, his fingers lightly caressing her silky skin. She moaned and shifted up against him, her body aching with desire. His hand cupping her breast the heat of him against her warming her core deeply. She knew she didn't want him to stop. That there was nothing more important at this moment than the way her his hand was moving over her chest. She didn't want him to stop but she whispered softly "Lloyd, someone might see us.' He looked around, and to their side was a janitors closet. He took a look around, and pulling her closer for a another deepening kiss, moving into the closet they were unseen by anyone else. And with that, Lloyd shifted closing the door behind them turning the lock. Their privacy ensured their passions were to run free. He picked her up underneath the backside, pressing her back against the far wall, she wrapped her legs around him. "Lloyd..." she said in utter rapture as his thrusting had already begun. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm of pure, unrestrained passion. They both knew this was crazy not to mention risky, however it was what they wanted there was nothing that was going to keep them from themselves. Their bodies were on fire, with their hunger for each other. Lloyd lifted her shirt up to see more of her skin, moving down for a better taste. Once her shirt was higher, turning around to press her chest into the wall he kissed her back slow and steady moving the kisses down away from her shoulders. She was pressed firmly against the wall and it was exactly what she wanted. With the slow and steady pace of movements down her backside causing a tingling sensation, Emery loved what Lloyd was doing feeling positively naughty while doing it. With her chest firmly against the wall, and the tip of his tongue moving down her lower back, the slow, and steady thrusting continued unabated - Emery's gasps of pleasure were louder, more intense. "No one will hear us" said Lloyd. "And if they do, they will be too envious to admit it." Emery's body was hot to the touch under her skirt, the gentle prodding from being was moving her towards ecstasy. But as she began to climax slowly Emery's breaths became louder and more pronounced. Her fingers slipping beneath his shirt, tracing the lean muscles of his chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her palm, could feel his body responding to hers. Her breath became erratic unchecked loud. "Lloyd, Lloyd?!..." she said over and over again wanting him to know what she wanted. Lloyd heeding her calls moved as a partner should quickly picking up the pace. Emery on the edge of total bliss. As their encounter came well toward completion, in this closet Emery was on the edge of her ecstacy- her body, mind, and spirit aligned towards the jolt of excitement she has coming up. It was complete recklessness, but this didn't matter. It was exactly this deliberate engagement which made it so excellent, so naughty, and so exciting. "Lloyd!!!" Emery mentioned loudly knowing what was to come. And come it did. Her entire body exploded much like a vibration of goodness, of sensation, of explosion. Taking every chance of breath as she slowly came back to the present. His body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached his own climax, his body shuddering with release. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. The realization of what they had just done slowly settled in. Emery looked at Lloyd, her mind clear. She loved this, everything about it. How she got here, the anticipation. "Lloyd, this was..." she drifted off. As they slowly separated, Lloyd looked at her with a sense of satisfaction in his eyes. "Well I'm not sure what that was, but I do know I want it to happen again."