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When the buttons on the dress are undone, Christopher slides the straps over my shoulders, revealing my braless breasts. 

He smiles as he sees the prickling areolas of my nipples and my chest rising and falling rapidly. I want him more than I can say in words.

Without preamble, he captures my left breast in his mouth. His lips pinch my nipple with the pressure necessary to make me convulse.

I arch my back to push my chest into his mouth. Christopher nibbles my nipple and I cry out in surprise. A fine line between pleasure and pain.

He pulls my dress up, bunching it up in silhouette. He takes my right leg, which is crossed over his torso, and places it on the counter. He repeats the process with his left leg. I couldn't be more…open.

My arousal wet panties weigh heavily with his ministration on my breast.

I close my eyes, only to hear the sound of the fly of his pants being unzipped. He brushes his cock against my sex over and over, even with the barrier that is my panties.

- Please... please - I beg breathlessly.

"I want you frustrated," Christopher mutters seriously against the sensitive skin my breasts have become.

I open my eyes and tilt my head to find his face contradicting his words, he looks as needy of me as a thirsty for water.

- Why? – I ask, barely controlling the urge to feel him sliding through my sex until we reach the limit.

- Because I can - is his answer.

Christopher grabs the sides of my panties and rips them to shreds. God! I'm so bewitched that I don't notice the absurdity we're doing in the kitchen!

He balled up what was left of her panties in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

- Hands back - Christopher orders. I brace my hands behind my body and lean over. Now the term “open” seems more coherent.

He removes both of my sneakers and places them beside me on the counter. 

One of his hands travels to my leg and the other leads his member to my entrance. I suck in a breath at the pleasant heat emanating from his body.

He positions himself at my entrance and slides his entire length into me.

- Ah - gasp.

- that. Feel me - I hear your voice like a distant echo. I feel his cock pulse inside my body, and all my cells pulse in sync.

I hug your waist with my legs, digging my heels into the muscles of your ass. Christopher pulls away from me, but only to thrust into me faster, pulling a loud groan from my lips.

He holds my thighs and guides my body. His cock comes and goes, sliding along my sex as his hand pulls and pushes my legs.

he groans. I throw my head back and let him work his magic on my body. Raising pleasure to climax, to immensity.

I'll be yours for thousands of lives 

I'm free as a bird When I fly to your cage

We get lost in each other, in the feeling of togetherness that making love brings us. When we are literally connected, we have the affirmation of life, more than affirmation, the confirmation that we love each other.

Christopher stops thrusting and rests his motionless cock inside me. I squeeze him as an incentive to keep him going, but the bastard is teasing me.

The shadow of a playful smile crosses his face. I pout exaggerating.

- Should I make you come? - He asks shamelessly amused. I almost choke on his words, but I do my best to just give him a defiant look.

"If you can," I mutter. He leans over my body, this way, my breasts touch his chest.

'You're a devil,' he whispers before moving again.

His movements are slow, unlike the beginning, now peaceful and loving. 

My inner muscles tighten around his cock. Christopher picks up his pace and penetrates me faster, determined to bring me an orgasm.

I dig my fingernails into the marble as I lose strength in my legs, which soften like jelly.

- I love you - His tone inspires me with need.

At the sound of his voice, I release myself around his member. Christopher's hot liquid is also felt by me right after he comes.

- Me too. I love you too,” I say, repeating her act.

- Chloe will come visit me today, all right? - I ask while he's still inside me.

He seals my lips and pulls his cock out of my body.

Christ, you couldn't be more inconvenient, Victoria!

- The subject is inappropriate for the situation, but that's ok - he mutters amused.

It's good to know he's in a better mood and not spoil it, however, the subject he was talking about with the security guards seemed to be unavoidable and I want to be in the know.

- I have some work now, then we can take a shower together - He asks, more like a suggestion.

Right! It's now or never. He has to open up to me.

- I could accept your offer, Mr. Blanc. But we had a deal and it still hasn't been fulfilled on his part - I try not to sound amused, but the sex has boosted my mood on several levels.

- You made your point, Ms. Blanc - he mutters.

Christopher stares at the white ceiling and lets out a held breath.

'Welch, my head of security, found out his cell phone was being tracked by Ellen,' he mutters.

I remain static looking at him. Ellen! Soon she!

- Why? - It's the first coherent question that comes to my mind.

He zips up his fly and arranges the tie on his near-perfectly lined term. Taking a more respectful stance, I pull on the straps of the dress and pull the fabric down to cover the nudity of my privy. I leave the dress buttons to be buttoned after this conversation.

"I don't know for sure, but your cell phone is already tracking free," Christopher says, to reassure me.

So Ellen wanted my location. Maybe for an ambush, I don't know! Damn, it's hard to think about it.

- That's not all - I say sure of what I'm talking about. Christopher frowns at me. I know when something bothers him, and if the problem was already solved, he wouldn't have been worried sooner and he wouldn't have increased security.

- No, it's not all - He confesses. 

I reach for his red tie and wrap it around his wrist. I tug at his tie, bringing his body and attention to me.

- Trust me to say - I beg. His well-sculpted face and gray eyes are focused on me, possibly seeking inspiration to speak.

- I also found out that... well, Jason Hyde dated Ellen a few years ago.

What? What does that mean? Is he with her to attack me? What the hell do they have against me? 

Shit!

- Holy shit - hiss. I let go of Christopher's tie, but he's still next to me. Seeing my desperation, yes, desperation, and I don't think of a better word, Christopher closes my body in a hug.

- I'll protect you. Anything. Anything. Anything. Nothing will happen, it was just a false alarm - he whispers.

It's not like it changes anything, but being in your arms brings me the peace that no other place would.

- I'll take care of the most precious asset in my life - Christopher says. I rest my head on his chest and let his words work through me.

It's gonna be okay...

- Is Jason with Ellen? - I ask my biggest concern.

- I don't know, but I won't risk it. Not with you – Christopher kisses my forehead – could you stay at home for a few days? I need to guarantee one hundred percent your safety.

I hate staying at home like a trophy wife, and he knows it. But it is better to be safe than sorry. Okay, a few days won't kill me. 

'Some days,' I mutter. Christopher smiles.

- I'm going to work now - he communicates.

Christopher takes my shoulders and smiles reassuringly at me.

- It is going to be alright? - He asks.

- Yes, I will - I answer smiling, to convince him. Christopher tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

- In that case, I'm looking forward to our shower later.

We are, Mr. Blanc!