Work from home

A few hours later, as I was working from home, there was a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was surprised when I opened it to see Tyrone standing there.

“Hey, Brenda,” he said with a smile. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything.”

“No, not at all,” I said, stepping aside to let him in. “Come on in.”

Tyrone walked into the house, his tall frame filling up the space. He was wearing a white t-shirt and basketball shorts, and his muscles rippled beneath his clothes as he moved.

“What brings you here?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by to see you,” Tyrone said, his eyes locked on mine. “I hope that's okay.”

I nodded, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. “Of course it's okay. Can I get you anything to drink?”

Tyrone shook his head. “No, I'm good. I just wanted to see you.”

We stood there for a moment, the tension between us palpable. I knew I should ask him to leave, to tell him that this wasn't a good idea. But as I looked into his dark eyes, I found myself unable to speak.

Without warning, Tyrone stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed down on mine, hot and demanding. I gasped in surprise, but as his tongue slid into my mouth, I couldn't help but kiss him back. His hands roamed my body, sliding down my back to grab my ass. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a rush of desire course through me.

As we kissed, Tyrone pushed me up against the wall, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his hardness through his shorts, and I couldn't help but rub against him, needing to feel more.