Page 61 of Degrees of Acceptance
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From:[email protected]
Baby, you need only ask once.
C. H. Prestian
Chief Executive Officer, Owner
Prestian Corporation
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Yikes… He’s really on his way up. I remember the night in Aruba I invited him to my room and how disappointed I was when he didn’t take me up on the offer. Now he’s on his way up. I’ve never done this in front of someone before. I look at myself in the mirror and decide the nightgown will do. It’s short, lacy and I feel sexy in it. The door opens, and the look in his eyes is all I need to see. He crosses the room in a few strides crushing me to him and capturing my lips with his.
“Baby, I’ve been waiting for you to invite me to watch you since the last time,” he groans pressing my body into his. He takes the glass from my hand and offers me a sip. I feel it’s warmth on the back of my throat and hope it gives me a little more confidence.
“Baby, I want to see this very much. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this since that night?” he asks, taking my hand and guiding me to the bathroom.
He kisses me on the lips. “Finish your drink while I get the temperature adjusted,” he instructs. I take another large sip of wine trying to calm my nerves.Why am I so nervous?He turns from the shower, and his eyes are smoldering.
“Baby, this time I don’t want you to think about rubbing yourself because someone else can’t please you. I want you to think about how sexy you are and how much you turn me on. Lift your arms for me, Baby,” he instructs. I do, and he pulls my nightgown over my head rubbing my nipples gently, before urging me under the warmth of the shower. He strips out of his clothes, and his deep green eyes are absolutely smoldering with desire.
“Baby, show me what I missed in Aruba…” I feel myself moistening immediately. God, he is hot, and I wanted him the same way then that I want him now. He makes me feel so sexy when he talks to me like that. I back into the water letting it rain on me, feeling its warmth, knowing he’s watching. I pour body wash into my hand, warming it and slowly rub it over my neck and arms allowing my fingers to find my nipples, squeezing, and rolling them in between each of my fingers so they elongate. At some point, I stop thinking, and my senses take over… the sudsy bubbles allow my fingers to glide smoothly over my heated skin, across my nipples, abdomen and navel and then lower.
I press myself against the back of the shower wall as my fingers make their way through the soft hair of my most intimate area, spreading myself for him. I relish in his audible gasp. “Baby, that’s so hot…please don’t stop,” he moans. My fingers know exactly what feels good, and I rub slowly, at first, then faster as my need grows.
“Honey, take the showerhead down for me,” I ask.
He reaches up and pulls the highest showerhead down, handing it to me. His eyes are filled with desire and lust. It is intoxicating to me.
“Rub your cock while you watch this.”
“Baby…” he says, soaping himself and slowly rubbing his cock for me. I move the dial to pulse, and slowly run the water over my chest and then lower it across my abdomen. My fingers move apart, allowing him to view the water as it pulses over my clit. His cock is rock hard, and the look in his eyes is molten… his desire drives me over the edge and I can’t control the orgasm that takes me as the water washes over me.
He turns me around pulling me back at the waist so I am bent over and thrusts inside of me, deep. I gasp at the depth and power of his urgency as he pushes me against the shower wall, taking me until he brings us both over the edge and we are quivering with abandoned need.
I wake, and Chase is already up and probably in the gym. I wrap my robe around me and go outside to call my mom. It’s been three days since I met my dad. I can’t put this off anymore, I need to find the nerve to tell her and see if she is interested in seeing him again. I hit her number and wait with bated breath as the phone dials.
“Hello,” she says.
“Hi Mom,” I say, uncertain of where to start.
“Hi, Sweetie,” she says and fortunately, she takes over the conversation like only moms can do. We talk about the weather in Florida and Chicago, and the client she most recently signed.
I adopt a deep breath. “Mom, I need to speak with you, but I’m really not sure where to start. I know you didn’t want me to pursue learning who my dad was or meeting him, but...”
“Katie, what do I have to do to make you realize the danger?” she admonishes.
“Mom, listen to me, please. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t get the thought that I have a father out of my mind. Chase told you his family is friends with Dad’s family. Chase’s dad, Don, talked to Carlos and explained the situation to Dad. He wanted to meet me, Mom, so I did.
“Oh, dear God,” she says.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I know how concerned you are, but we met at Chase’s dad’s home in New York City. He was very nice and told me that he does not blame you for leaving. He blames himself and regrets not being upfront with you in the first place. He said in no uncertain circumstances that if he knew you were alive, nothing would have stopped him from finding you and that you are the only one he has ever loved. Mom, he wants to meet with you. He also mentioned that legally you are still his wife. Chase told me that he will work with him to develop a plan to make sure that none of his family or business associates pose a safety threat,” I explain.
“Katie, I am glad that you were able to meet your dad, and that he had a chance to meet you, but it is not safe to make this public. If you do that, you and I will both be in danger. He knows this, Katie,” she says. The fear in her voice is unmistakable, and I wonder for a moment if I’ve made a grave mistake.
