Page 22 of Degrees of Innocence
“How long has it been since you were with someone?” he asks.
“A little over three years. It was just never a good experience for me, and I’ve been focused on work,” I explain. He shakes his head in pure disbelief, pulling me closer and kissing me gently.
“That’s why you’re not using protection,” he says.
I nod. “I just didn’t want to take something I didn’t need.”
He nods in understanding and caresses my face. “It would probably also explain the extreme tightness. You must be sore, Baby.”
“I’m not that sore,” I reply.
He smiles at me. “So does that also explain the shower comment you messaged to me the other night?” he asks softly. I nod, as I desperately try to avoid blushing. Those deep eyes are locked on mine, his eyes glazing over with passion. “Katarina, you know what that does to me? All I could think about the other night was you in the shower with soap all over your body, touching yourself,” he murmurs.
His mouth descends on mine, urging my lips open, caressing my nipples with his fingers, bringing that now familiar ache back to the pit of my stomach and between my thighs. I moan softly as his fingers roll the delicate nipple back and forth with slow, deliberate, steady and firm strokes. My hands find their way to his hair, the back of his neck, and down his muscular shoulders. His lips find the sensitive area of my neck, kissing and sucking the skin, all the while continuing his pleasurable assault on my nipples. His lips devour mine with growing urgency and push them apart with his tongue. My hand travels the path of hair on his chest to his belly and below, finding him aroused again and pulsing. As I take him in my hands and slowly stroke him, he moans in response. He uses one free hand to find the sensitive area between my legs, exploring and caressing me. I let out a gasp as he finds just the right spot, applying pressure with long firm strokes that set the world between my thighs on fire. He slowly puts a finger and then two inside of me.
“Katarina, you are dripping, Baby,” he says as he continues his slow and provocative assault on my senses. His cock is throbbing under the stroking of my hand, and his desire is evident as it leaks from the tip of his arousal. He reaches down for another condom and slowly rolls it on before penetrating me with long firm strokes that reach deep inside of me. I rise to meet him, over and over…. until I feel myself building again, and hear myself moaning with pleasure. He increases our momentum and with deep, long and urgent thrusts brings us to the edge again, wrapping his strong arms around my trembling body as I try to catch my breath.
I pull his face to mine, kissing his lips. “I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life. You make every part of my body feel alive and on fire when you touch me,” I confess.
He caresses my hair as I lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat. “You’re exhausted and have a very long day tomorrow,” he says, kissing my forehead gently. He picks me up and takes me to the shower. The water spills over us, and he gently kisses me, long and passionately, eventually setting me down, so my feet connect with the floor, before letting me go. He warms the body wash in his hands before spreading it on the loofah and soaping my body while the lukewarm water cascades over us.
“I better let you finish up. Otherwise, I won’t be responsible for your lack of sleep tomorrow,” he says after a short while. I begin applying a conditioner to my hair but find it impossible to look away as he begins soaping his body. We finish our shower, and he hands me a towel while finding one for himself, quickly drying off and wrapping it around his waist while I snuggle into the luxurious resort robe and wrap my hair in a towel.
“Let’s put you to bed, Baby,” he says, startling me as he scoops me back into his arms and carries me to the king-size bed. He lays me down gently, kissing me softly on the lips as he pulls the down comforter over me. I am so exhausted I can’t keep my eyes open and snuggle deeper into my comforter. The last things I remember are his lips capturing mine in a sensuous and promising kiss and the smell of soap on his freshly-showered skin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I wake to an unusualringtone and reach over to answer the landline on the nightstand.
“Hello, this is your courtesy call,” says a woman with a slight accent.
“Thank you,” I reply, still waking up and a little disoriented. The clock registers six a.m. I climb out of bed realizing I’m still in my robe and that I seem to have lost the towel from my hair at some point. I hurry into the bathroom to get ready for the day when I hear the familiar swoosh.
Message:I hope you received your wake-up call. I’ll pick you up for breakfast.
Reply:I did. How did you know I was starving?
Message:You didn’t eat last night… I was with you when you were expending your energy.
I smile and barely have time to get ready and slip into a red and black dress with matching heels before he knocks on the door.
He arrives freshly shaved wearing a very nice fitting charcoal business suit. His eyes take in the fitted dress and heels appreciatively. He closes the door and pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply. “Good morning,” he says huskily as he pulls my body closer. “You look beautiful today, Katarina. It’s going to be impossible for me to concentrate on what you’re saying today, instead of what’s under your skirt.”
I feel myself begin to color. “I want to see what’s under your dress,” he says, pulling the sides of it up past my thighs and slowly exposing my panties. He catches his breath audibly as his fingers run over the red lace and black trim that conceals the soft auburn hair between my thighs. I moan softly as his lips find mine, and his fingers brush over the sensitive spot between my legs.
“I’ll be thinking about that all day,” he says, running his hand gently over my cheek. He kisses me softly on the lips and pulls my dress into place before we leave for the restaurant. I’m conscious that his touch and the anticipation of what’s to come later have left me moist. I like the feel of his hand on my back as we walk through the large outdoor halls to the restaurant, but I am filled with dread as I recognize one of the physicians from the team on the far side of the restaurant. The hostess seats us right away, and I feel relieved that he has not appeared to notice us as Chase reviews the menu and asks me what I would like for breakfast.
“Coffee, and I think just a croissant and fruit would be nice,” I say before he orders for the two of us when the waitress arrives.
“Chase, I don’t want to ruin an amazing night, but I need to know how you’re planning to handle the situation?” I say, watching him warily and trying to gauge his reaction.
“What situation are you referring to?” he asks.
I can’t tell from his expression if he’s amused or smirking at me. “You know, I work for you, and now, well…with everything that happened last night. I just want to have a game plan, so no one knows we’re involved at work, that’s all.”
“Are you embarrassed by what we’ve shared, Katarina?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“I’m not embarrassed, Chase, but I need to determine how I’m going to separate my attraction for you and the fact that you employ me. I’m trying to be honest with you. I don’t want to give up what we have, but I’ve worked extremely hard to get where I am in my career. I don’t want to throw it away because people think I’m sleeping with the boss.
