Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 18

 "Hey, Naomi." 

Naomi's whirled around, turning her attention to the smooth, even tone of Darryl's voice. He was uncomfortably close, invading her personal space. His manly, earthy scent filling her nostrils, his warm breath on her face. He stared down at her with smoldering eyes and a soft smile on his lips. She felt uneasy as her balance seemed to defy her and he reached out and gripped her hips to hold her steady. "You okay?" he asked with a smirk, letting his fingers linger leisurely at her hips.

"I'm fine." Naomi replied tartly, pulling from his grasp. Refusing to look at him any longer and glanced down at her clipboard to check off his name and send him on his way. 

"Oh, let me." he said in a breath as he took the clipboard from her and reached for the pen, brushing his fingers against hers. A shiver ran down her spine as it always did when he touched her skin. He checked off his name and returned the pen in the same manner he took it. Another shiver ran down her spine as she watch his tongue sensually lick his lower lip--only a few inches away. "Are you cold?"

"Huh?" Naomi asked too distracted as he caught his lower lip with his teeth to comprehend.

"You're shivering. Are you cold, Naomi?" he asked again. 

"No." 

"Damn, I could just fuck you right now, especially with those jeans..." Darryl whispered as he craned his neck to get a better look at her butt. 

"Darryl," Naomi said as she gently pushed him three inches away, her breathing becoming uneven, "I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work. Not this time." She said assertively as she crossed her arms over her chest, but her gaze fell to the floor as he licked his lips once more. 

"Baby, I'm not doing anything." he said as he regained the distance she put between them, reaching for a loose curl and tucking it behind her ear, caressing her cheek in the process. Another shiver shook her body, heat radiating from where he touched her down to the juncture of her legs forming a hot pool of desire. A soft--almost inaudible moan--escaped her lips.

"Naomi, if you're cold, I could warm you up." he said with a seductive tone. And just as the warmth found their spots over every inch of her body, he pulled away and trotted down to the others who were still in chatter amongst themselves. 

Naomi's hand found her throat, trying to calm her heart rate as well as her breathing with no success. She glanced down at the clipboard seeing that Darryl was the last of all the members, and sighed. Let's just get this over with, Nay. Quick and easy.

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To Naomi's disappointment, the meeting was everything but quick and easy. It was getting late--almost seven in the evening--two hours later then the meeting's usual adjourning and there was still so much left to work. She ran her hands through her hair in exhaustion as one of the members in charge of music had yet another problem with booking a DJ, and another member in charge of decorations reported a missing box of Parisian decor. And to make matters worse, Darryl had been fondling her every opportunity he got, brushing his arms and hands against her butt, thighs and whatever else was in his grasp--discreetly but shamelessly.

"C'mon Naomi." Marilyn whined, uncharacteristically from her cheerful self, "We've been at this for hours and we all are starving and have homework that has to get done." Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Guys there's still a lot to do. I feel bad, but the dance is a week away." Naomi answered restlessly. 

"Naomi," Miles spoke up, "We're sure whatever that's left to be done, you'll handle just fine. And plus you live close by." Naomi gaped in astonishment.