WARNING: This chapter is NSFW and marked as 18+ since it has adult content. If you are offended by sexual material, please skip this chapter.
Sabrina knew that falling for a man like Chris was dangerous. He would make her rethink her life and her priorities, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. And what if she was falling for him and he didn’t have the same feelings for her? Her heart would end up shattered, and she might never recover. This is why she stayed cold and distant; this is why Audrey should have known not to introduce her to Chris. When this blew up, Audrey is left in the middle of the carnage, certainly not where she would want to be. This is why she needed to stay out of her head and quit thinking about this!
She glanced down at her lap and caught a glimpse of the blinking light on her cell. She put in her password and saw that she had a message, her blood ran cold, she knew who this message was from, and she knew what it was about.
“You have a payment due tomorrow, I’m sure you haven’t forgotten, but I don’t see it pending in my bank account. Don’t disappoint me, love.”
It was taking everything within her not to vomit at the words on the screen. She took several deep breaths and tried to push back the urge to be sick. When she was sure it had passed, she quietly stood and retrieved her robe from the end of the bed. Sliding it on, she tiptoed from the room and padded down the stairs to her office and powered up her laptop. She quickly logged into her banking account and started up the wire transfer; the same transfer every month of $15,000 to Kyle Chapman. She had just hit complete on the transaction and logged out of the system when she looked up and saw Chris at the door. She let out a gasp, clearly surprised to see him standing there.
“What’s going on, babe? By the way, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he stepped behind her chair and wrapped his arms around her. “Please tell me you didn’t get out of bed with me to come down here and work?”
Sabrina leaned back into him, resting her head on his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck, “I forgot about a bill I had to pay, thought I better come down and take care of it while it was fresh on my mind. I promise it’s not work related,” she kissed his jawline. It felt good to be wrapped in his arms. She knew he could see the screen and the bank website, she was just thankful that the transaction screen was no longer up, and he could not see the receipt for the wire transfer.
“I felt you get out of bed, you were gone for a while,” he turned his head and kissed her neck and across her shoulder and back, “I was waiting for you to come back to bed and then I heard you walk past and down the steps. Is something on your mind?”
She unwrapped herself and stood up, reaching for his hand and then pulling herself into his embrace, “No, I think my mind is just racing with everything that is going on and I can’t process it all and I can’t turn it off. Does that make sense?” She rested her head on his chest, the warmth of his body making her feel safe and secure.
He rubbed her back, providing comfort as he held her, “Yeah, it does, more than you know. Why don’t we go back up to bed and see if we can find some way to occupy your mind and make you think less.”
She smiled against his chest, “Are you trying to seduce me, Evans?”
“If it’s working, then yes, I am.”
“And if it’s not?” She asked, figuring she would see if he was in the mood to be playful.
“Well, then, I was only suggesting that we go back upstairs because I’m selfish, and I don’t want you sleeping all day while I’m awake,” he kissed the top of her head and laughed.
“Fair enough,” she stepped back, taking his hand and walking backward out of the office nook and pulling him towards her, “Come upstairs with me, I want you to take me back to bed.”
She was not going to have to ask twice, and he did not resist. She walked him up the stairs, never releasing his hand. As she rounded the top of the stairs and entered the bedroom she walked toward the windows; as she approached them, she dropped his hand without a word. She knew what she wanted by bringing Chris back upstairs, and by God, she wanted to admire his body, the room being in total darkness was not going to work for her. She reached for the long wands on the heavy curtains and drew them back some, allowing the moonlight to filter into the room through the blinds.
Chris knew that what was about to happen with Sabrina in her bedroom was going to be different from what happened at the Trump Hotel. Every action there was frenzied, rushed, rough and while he was not complaining one bit, that was not what was about to happen here. He had every intention of touching her gently, slowly, tenderly, and caressing her body. He had every intention of making love to this woman in front of him; the only issue was that it was making him extremely nervous. It had been a while since he had truly made love to a woman. Sex was easy, hell, they had sex hours ago. But to make love, where he had feelings that were more invested than just having a good fuck; no that had been some time ago.
He had no idea if she felt the same way he did and he wasn’t about to take the time to ask. He was scared she would say ‘no,’ but he was just as afraid she would say ‘yes.’ It was better if he just stayed blissfully ignorant at this point. Then again, he figured if he put himself out there as he planned, she would know exactly how he felt. That is when he started second guessing himself and wondering if he should just keep some of that to himself. Maybe he should just give her enough of himself for her to want more and for him to satisfy himself. It could allow him to see where he stood with her because he knew he had to have ‘that’ talk with her before he left. He needed to know if he was just an extended fuck for her or if she wanted more from his.
“Damn, get out of your head, Evans,” he thought to himself, “Live in the now, not in the future. You say that shit all the time, now fucking live it!”
Sabrina finished getting the curtains exactly as she wanted them. She walked to where Chris was standing, “Penny for your thoughts? You seem so serious all of a sudden.”
“Oh, sorry, I was just watching you intently, that’s all. Thinking about how beautiful you are and how graceful you are when you move.”
“You’re lying, I see it in the furrow of your brow,” she rubbed her finger along his brows and the lines across his forehead. “But, I’ll forgive you, because I like the answer you came up with. Just know that I’m gonna make you tell me the truth later.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and before she could even think about anything else, his lips came down on hers, his hands had moved, one on her hip and one to the back of her head. His fingers were tangled in her hair, and he pulled her close to him. It was if he wanted to devour her, and she was willing, oh God, how she was willing.
He pulled away from her, he was breathless and realized he had rushed that kiss, “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he offered as he stared into her eyes.
Sabrina didn’t respond, but she began to walk backward, toward the bed and she kept her hands on his waist so she could guide him along with her. When she reached the side of the bed, she let go of him long enough to hop up on the mattress. The bed was raised ever so slightly, elevating her enough so that in the seated position, she was still situated perfectly to kiss him without effort. She placed her hands on his chest, leaning forward to capture his lips, softly. As she pulled back from the kiss, she tugged on his plump bottom lip with her teeth.
Chris reached for the fabric of the chemise, gathering it in his fingers, he slowly began to walk it up her thighs to her hips. Looking into her eyes, with desire clouding the brilliant blue orbs that were shining in the moonlight, he asked, “Can you lean forward so I can get this off of you? You’re sitting on the fabric, beautiful.”
Sabrina laughed lightly and leaned forward, and Chris gently pulled the fabric from under her and up over her hips. As she rocked back, he continued to draw the chemise up until he had lifted it completely off her body. It was then that he realized she had not put on any panties when preparing for bed; she was gloriously naked in front of him.
“You aren’t going to keep those pants on, are you?” She asked playfully, “I mean, it wouldn’t be fair, I wouldn’t think for me to be exposed,” she leaned forward, hooking her fingers in the waistband of the pajama bottoms, “And for you to remain covered up, now would it?” As she raised up, ever so slightly to kiss him, she lowered her hands and began to pull his pajama bottoms, and his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, down.
He smiled into her kiss, pulling back and answering, “No, wouldn’t be fair at all. And since your arms aren’t long enough, I’ll take it from here.” He took a small step backward and quickly rid himself of his pants and briefs. He saw the smile cross her lips as she took in his fully naked form. He took the step forward so he was back at the edge of the bed, he wasn’t sure what to do next; he was never at a loss for what do to.
Sabrina quickly took over, whether she sensed he was lost, or she just wanted control, he didn’t care of even think about. She moved so that she was up on the bed, head on the pillows, waiting for him to join her; she wasn’t waiting long. He crawled up on the bed and in an instant, was hovering over her. He dipped his head down, kissing her neck, just under her ear and continuing a path down her shoulder. She let out a moan as he did this, he knew she was enjoying it.
He ran his finger down her chest, slowly tracing the outline of her breasts. He then retraced them with his lips, this time, paying particular attention to each one; while biting and sucking on one nipple, he would massage and caress the other. Her body was reacting, her back was arching, and she was gasping and moaning at his touch. When he felt as if he had paid sufficient attention to her breasts, he kissed down her abdomen, stopping at her navel.
He needed to reposition himself before continuing; however, before that, he wanted to check to see if Sabrina was okay. Moving back up, he again hovered over her, “Are you alright?” She didn’t answer verbally, she just nodded her head, but he could tell by looking in her eyes that they were full of lust, and she did not want him to stop. He kissed her, the passion evident in the way he took her lips, his tongue darting into her mouth.
As he broke the kiss, she whispered, “Please.”
“Please, what, baby?” He asked her as he looked down at her.
“Don’t make me wait, I need you,” her voice was thick with desire and his heart was beginning to swell hearing her say those words. But he had to keep his head focused, she was in the moment, and it was desire and lust that was speaking, and he had to know that.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he used his knee to gently part her legs, there was no resistance. He figured she was anticipating he would start right where he left off; he had no plans to do that. Instead, he gently bent her right leg up at the knee and began to massage her calf and then kissed his way up her knee. He gracefully put her leg down and did the same to her left leg. He could tell she was restless and aching for more of a touch. As he put her left leg down, he lowered himself to his stomach and began to kiss softly on the inner portion of her right leg, from her knee and working his way up her thigh. Careful not to touch her sensitive core, although he could feel her heat and could tell she was ready for him.
He then moved over to her left thigh, repeating the exact same steps he did on the right. She was starting to squirm, and he loved it. He was again deliberate in not touching her aching core; he knew she was dying for him to touch her and she was wet. He could see her glistening in the moonlight, she was more than ready for him. But he didn’t have a condom with him. He knew he had to work his way back up her body, this time, he did so without the same attention to her breasts. The kisses and touches were no less sensual or erotic; as he moved back to where he was hovering over her, he captured her lips in a soft and passionate kiss. He wanted to convey to her the feelings he had been building up inside, he was having a hard time holding back, but he had his reasons.
She pulled back from the kiss and gave an exasperated, if not angry sigh, “Chris, please, I need you to touch me.”
“I have been touching you,” he responded with kisses down her neck, “With my lips,” he continued kissing across her shoulder, “And running my fingers across your soft skin.”
“Oh, fuck you! You know what I meant,” she said breathlessly, “I want you, I need you, Chris.”
“I know, but I’m taking my time so I can memorize your body, I don’t want to forget a thing after a leave. This is my chance to make sure I know every inch of you.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond because no man had ever said anything like that to her before. It was overwhelming and romantic but frightening and possibly life altering.
He could almost see the wheels turning in her head, she wasn’t sure how to react to what he said. She was getting lost in her own head again, and he needed to keep her from going there. He moved his right hand down her side, providing a light touch across her arms and her torso. He ran his fingers over her abdomen and slid them between her legs, parting her wet folds. Her eyes opened wide with his touch. He moved ever so slightly, and as he plunged two fingers inside of her, he captured her mouth as she let out a gasp. He was proud of himself for that move.
He turned his attention from her mouth to her neck, all while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her wet and slippery core. He began to nip and kiss her neck, timing the nips to when he would slide his fingers in and the kiss to when he would ease them out. He knew he was driving her crazy, but it was a slow build up, he wanted to enjoy this.
“Please,” she was starting to beg again, her body writhing under his touch.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need,” he whispered in a husky growl into her ear. She let out a moan as the question was asked and he began to rub her clit with his thumb. She was unable to answer his question, her body began to twist, and Chris knew he had her on the edge. “Do you like that? Is that what you needed, baby?”
He didn’t want her to cum, not like that. He slowly withdrew his fingers and she whimpered at the loss of his touch. He shifted his body, gently parting her legs and positioning himself above her. Without a word, he slid inside her, she was so tight, and he loved the feel of her around him when the realization struck. He dropped his head and quietly muttered, ‘shit’ and hoped she didn’t hear him; he realized he forgot to get a condom.
He stilled and started to pull out so that he could rectify the situation, but her hands flew to his ass and held him in place. “No, don’t pull out,” she begged, “Please.”
“I have to, I forgot something,” he spoke quietly, almost embarrassed, as he tried to move, but her grip only got tighter.
“Look at me,” she practically demanded. As he raised his head, looking into her eyes which were full of heat and desire, “We’re good, I’ve got it under control, understand?”
A smile spread across his face, “So, then you tell me what you want, baby.”
She released the grip on his ass and ran her hands up his back, holding onto his shoulders, “I need you, so much,” her words were heady and breathless, “Make love to me, Chris, please.”
“You know, you are beautiful, but even more so when you are needy and asking for me to make love to you,” he slowly pushed inside her and began to bite his lower lip as he slowly pumped in and out of her in long, fluid strokes. She closed her eyes and was lost in the sensation, “Open your eyes, baby, look at me.”
She did as he asked, opening her eyes, starting into his striking blue eyes and never breaking contact as he continued to glide in and out of her. Her nails were starting to dig into his shoulders, he could only imagine that it meant she was craving more; honestly, he was, too. He began to move faster, and Sabrina raised her legs, wrapping them around his hips, pulling him in closer.
As the pace is increased, Sabrina’s breathing became ragged, and it was evident that she was having a hard time holding back. He felt her walls spasm, and she tumbled over the edge of ecstasy, calling his name as she did. Chris kept going, the feeling of her clenching around him felt too good to stop, with every push he knew he was getting closer to the edge. He finally let go, pulled out and collapsed on the bed, just to her left. He was spent, could barely move or have a coherent thought.
Sabrina rolled to her side, snuggled up to him, kissed his cheek and put her head on his chest so she could hear the beating of his heart. It was so loud she was afraid it would burst through his chest. She wrapped her arm around his torso, her leg around his and she felt his arm wrap around her back. Within a moment, they were both sound asleep.
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The filtered sunlight began to stream into the room, Chris was the first to wake. He had no intention of getting out of bed, he was content being wrapped up with Sabrina. He found that they had shifted during the night, they were now lying on their sides, he was behind her with his arms around her and their legs entwined. He had never liked being wrapped up with a woman before; sure, maybe when they first went to bed to cuddle, but never all night or finding themselves waking up this way. But he didn’t mind with her, it all went back to the feeling of comfort that he had with her. It scared him that he could be so taken with someone, so quickly. His brain kept trying to rationalize that this was lust, and his heart was overthinking things; his feelings would change when he left Chicago, and there was the distance between the two of them. He just wasn’t so sure of that.
He felt Sabrina begin to stir, it made him twitch, he would love to flip her over and take her again right now. But, that would make him a horny teenager and would play into his fear that he might be there to do nothing more than serve her. He pulled her toward him a little more, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
He realized she was actually awake when she gave her hips a little extra wiggle as she snuggled into him, “Oh, someone is awake and being naughty,” he growled into her ear.
She turned herself over so she was facing him, moving her legs so she could fit with him better. She kissed him, taking control and parting his lips with her tongue; probing his mouth and tasting him. “Good Morning,” she responded as she broke the kiss.
“I have a feeling it is probably almost afternoon, I think we slept late.”
She nestled her head under his chin, draping her arm around him, “I think that’s because we were up late. Are you complaining?”
“Hell, no, are you?”
She moved her head to look up at him, “What do you think? I’m so comfortable right now, I don’t want to get out of this bed or out of your arms. So, the only thing I’m going to complain about is if you disagree.”
“No, I’m not going to disagree, I think the only thing that might drag me out of bed is the need for food.”
“Speaking of, you realize I don’t even know you well enough to know what you like to eat?” She playfully scratched at his chest and stomach as she spoke.
“Oh, I think you know what I like to eat,” he said with a laugh, his eyebrows raised and a hint of mischief in his eyes.
She playfully slapped at his chest, “Oh my God! I will admit, though, that was good. You are surprisingly funny.”
“Well, no one has ever accused me of being too serious, you know.”
“That’s only because no one will ask you a serious question,” she replied, nuzzling her head back into the crook of his neck.
“It’s a valid point, they expect me to be a certain way, I think. I like to have fun, I am a self-admitted goof, but I do have a serious side. I can provide deep, thoughtful and insightful answers.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can, but I just want to know, for the record, what your favorite color is?” She let out a giggle as she asked the question.
He groaned, loudly before answering, “Blue, my favorite color is blue.”
“Any specific shade of blue? I mean there are so many; frankly, I’m partial to the color of your eyes. Damn, they are pretty,” she had moved her neck so she was looking up into them while she spoke. He blushed, a tad embarrassed at what she said. He was complimented on his eyes from time to time but from her, it was different. “Ok, now that I know your favorite color. How about telling me your least favorite food.”
“Oh, that is easy, eel! I had it by accident at a sushi bar, and it was horrible, never again,” he shuddered as he answered so he could provide emphasis as to how much he did not like it.
“Really? You would think you would like it since it is so close to your favorite thing to eat,” her eyebrows raised as she said it.
“Oh baby, do not compare pussy to eel. They are nothing like one another, one is sweet and delightful, and the other is fucking eel. Gross, ugh, it makes me sick thinking about it.”
Sabrina’s laughter was hard to contain, and it was actually contagious, Chris began laughing hysterically as well. After a few minutes, she thought she would try again,
“Alright, do you have favorite underwear?”
Chris let out a howling laugh before answering, “Yours!”
She playfully slapped at his chest again, “Mine can’t be your favorite, you aren’t wearing mine,” she then sat up on her elbow and looked at him all serious, “Wait, that isn’t something I need to know about you is it? I mean is that a secret that you haven’t told me?”
Chris reached for her and pulled her down on top of him, “Oh baby, no, that is not a secret I need to tell you. Besides, as lovely as your underwear is, I’m pretty sure I can’t fit my junk in them. So they would not be that comfortable. I meant I like looking at you in your underwear, but I really do prefer them on the floor, though.”
“Oh!” She was quite amused, she kissed him, “That really does make me feel better, naughty boy.”
“You,” he kissed her back, “Are,” he kissed her again, “So fucking,” he leaned in to kiss her again, “Sexy.”
She captured his lips again, letting this kiss linger longer than his, “Well you’re kind of sexy yourself, Cap,” he groaned as she said that and rolled his eyes. Something that she did not miss, “How many times has a woman called you Cap or Captain in bed?”
“Actually, you’re the first,” he admitted, somewhat shyly.
“What? Oh, you’re full of shit!”
“No, they don’t call me Cap, I’m not lying about that. They usually just call me God,” he began to snicker, “They always say ‘oh God don’t stop’ and ‘oh God yes’ so, no, they don’t call me Cap.”
“So, tell me, God, does the little guy have a name?”
“Hey, now, little? That’s cold, Sabrina, just cold.”
She began stroking his chest, playing with the hair, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your delicate feelings. No, he isn’t little. I’d call him Snickers since he certainly satisfies.”
“Oh my God, you did not just say that?” He groaned, shaking his head and secretly wondering why he had never thought of that, it really was genius.
“Don’t all little boys name their penis, Chris? I’m sure you have a name for yours? So what is it?
“Yeah, okay. Damn, I am going to regret this, I know it,” he closed his eyes and counted to ten before making his admission, “When I was little I called it Elvis.”
“Elvis? I don’t think I want to know why and I don’t think I want an explanation. But I do want to know, is that what you still call it?”
“I named it Elvis because I thought I could teach it to sing, and women would swoon over it. No, he isn’t known as Elvis any longer,” he shook his head and smiled and began to giggle, “I succeeded, so now he’s called The King.”
Now it was Sabrina’s turn to groan, “Little full of yourself aren’t you?”
Chris flipped her over so he was looking down at her, he had a flirty eyebrow raised and a devilish twinkle in his eye, “I know you were full of me not too long ago, weren’t you?”
She bit her lower lip and smiled, nodding her head feverishly. She could feel herself getting wet with desire, he was turning her on. He lowered his head, his lips softly grazing hers. Then, almost as quickly, he pulled away, and she felt him getting off of the bed.
“What the hell? Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna take a shower and then go downstairs and see about making something to eat, I am starving!”
“You have a beautiful, naked woman in bed, and you are going to go take a shower?”
He turned back around to look at her, “There was a beautiful naked woman in bed? Where? Oh! You were referring to yourself,” he said jokingly and walked back to the side of the bed, “Quit pouting baby, your face will freeze like that. I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” he kissed her long and hard, making her gasp for air when he pulled away to walk back to the bathroom.
Sabrina was frustrated, she had wanted to stay in bed all day with him. But now, he was up and taking a shower, and that meant that the reality of dealing with him leaving tomorrow was looming ever closer. She could go in and join him, but she would appear needy, and that is one thing Sabrina did not want to come off as to anyone. When she heard the water turn on, she got up and roughly made the bed. No sense in making it look perfect, she intended to get back in it as quickly as possible, and she didn’t want to worry about it being a beautifully made bed.
She had walked over to the dresser, pulled out a pair of lace panties and a matching bra. She was going to take her shower when Chris was finished, that was her game plan. So she might as well get her things now, and she can just trade places with them. After gathering her things, she began to walk toward the large windows that flanked the bedroom.
Electing to open the blinds to let in the unfiltered sunlight. It was true, the two of them had stayed in bed until nearly noon; it seemed appropriate to open up the blinds and cast the light on the remainder of her day with Chris. As she finished, Sabrina took the opportunity to admire the view, not something she normally did in the middle of the day, especially a work day.
From her vantage point, she could see what was affectionally referred to as ‘the hole,’ the location where she would hopefully build her next great Chicago landmark. This site had been empty for years since the last project fell through, and the real estate was prime. Any project that went in this spot would have to be a show stopper, and it would garner much attention. She was meeting with the city tomorrow after Chris left town, she should be nervous, but she wasn’t. The plans and drawings had been submitted weeks prior, and this meeting was a formality; she had been told off-the-record that the city had approved her submission and would award her the project.
Sabrina was so lost in her thoughts that she was unaware that the shower had turned off. Or, that Chris had exited the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped low around his waist. She was also unaware that he was standing directly behind her.