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“Hmm, maybe not. I’m probably in more trouble than you,” I say.
“Well, I would certainly hope so.”
“Sheldon!” I say, as he is waved through the gates.
“If it’s any consolation the entire team was pretty impressed with the way you went in and got things done for Chase.”
“Thanks, Sheldon. It’s the very least I could do.”
“No problem, Kate,” he says, pulling up to the entrance.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Gaby greets us at the frontdoor and after talking with her for a few moments I run upstairs to take a shower, relishing in the warm water and the smell of chamomile scented soap gliding over my body. My face is upturned letting the warm water cascade over me, soothingly rinsing the soap, along with the worry of the day from my hair and my face.
I sense him, before I feel him. The touch is light; a mere finger pressing gently against my spine, starting at the top of my shoulder blades and gliding sensually down the length of my back. My nipples harden under the contact and I feel goosebumps rise on my sensitive skin.
“Hi,” I say hoarsely.
“Hello, Katarina. I see we have work to do on your listening skills. Clearly a just punishment can be found for a wayward fiancée who decides to leave her boyfriend hanging without any inclination of what she is doing, coerces his own security guards into assisting her and takes his jet to travel across the globe and go fraternize with the head of the largest cartel in the world,” he says.
“Chase, it wasn’t like…”
“Shh, Baby. I’m sure it was exactly like that,” he says, capturing my wrists and securing them to the shower head with soft cuffs as he spreads my legs apart with his own. The rigidness of his cock presses against me from behind and I moisten at the feel of it, skin on skin. He pushes my hair from my shoulder, lightly caressing the sensitive spot between my ear and neck, nuzzling me with his mouth, sending shivers throughout the length of my body. I squirm but he does not let me escape, suckling, driving me crazy with desire. He runs his hands along the curve of my hips slowly tracing the length of my ass before reaching beneath me to insert his finger.
“Katarina, you are so wet, already. We’ve just begun, Baby,” he says, working two fingers slowly in and out of me. My hips respond shamelessly, but he holds me in place, with a firm hand on my hip, controlling the friction my body is able to create while he continues to nuzzle my neck.
“You are a bad, bad girl,” he whispers.
“I want you to turn around and remain absolutely still while I get washed up,” he says, pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me bereft and aching for his touch.
He swivels me to face him. His body is sculptured and hard, sinewy muscles ripple and I am mesmerized by the erectness of his cock. He washes his hair, taking his time, letting the suds rinse him as he lathers his upper body.
“Your breathing is starting to change, Katarina,” he says as I watch his soapy hand glide across his abdomen and trail down the patch of fine dark hair below. His deep green eyes capture mine, like magnets appraising me. He reaches up and lets one of my hands out of the cuffs.
“Touch yourself, but don’t cum,” he instructs quietly.
My hand glides across my stomach and through the soft auburn hair that lies below, parting it, rubbing lightly, and the deepening passion in his eyes is enough to push me over the edge.
“If you cum, I will punish you,” he says hoarsely, running his lips along my shoulder, trailing over my chest before capturing a taut nipple with his mouth. He suckles, lingering, and rolls the other one firmly between two fingers as he does.
I softly moan as he squeezes, feeling it deep in my core. I let my fingers glide back and forth over the swollen area, now aching with desire. “Honey.”
“Not yet, Baby,” he says, deftly securing my hands above me again. He runs his fingers up and down my slickened opening, and then in one steady thrust, lifts me and brings me down atop him so that he is rooted deep inside of me. My legs wrap instinctively around his back, pulling him close. I feel the intensity of his rigidness, but he remains still, building my desire and body’s urge to grind against him. He lifts me slowly, and then pulls me atop him, penetrating deep as I clench around him.
“Still, Baby,” he says, holding my hips so that I am unable to move on my own accord.
My hands are above my head and he bites my erect nipples as he lifts me over his cock, agonizingly slow, tormenting me, driving in deep, holding my hips steady, and then pausing, allowing my heated desire to cool before he begins again over and over. I hear myself softly moaning aloud with longing and frustration.
“Enough?” he asks after what seems like an eternity.
“Yes,” I pant as he brings me down faster and harder, rubbing against that special spot deep inside of me, building the ache until I can no longer hold back and begin trembling around his cock at the same time he finds his release deep inside of me. He kisses me gently on the lips as my legs unwrap and extend to the floor. He does not untie me right away, but instead rubs each of my still erect nipples, suckling them and kissing each one in turn, before returning to my mouth and slowly untying me.
He takes my face between his hands and kisses me harder, brushing my hair out of my face and leads me naked to the whirlpool, bending down to turn the water on. I pour a little of the chamomile scented bath salt that is sitting on the ledge into the water as it begins to run. He kisses me gently on the lips, and holds onto my arm as I step into the bubbling water and sink into its swirling bliss.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” he asks.
“Yes, please.” This is what I crave, intimacy with this man, sexually and emotionally. He secures a towel around his waist and leaves me alone with my thoughts. I sink into the water’s depths letting it relax me before he returns with our coffee, placing the one with hazelnut and cream on the ledge in front of me. He lets his towel fall to the floor with a flick of his wrist. He is completely erect and I marvel at the lean sinewy muscles in his body and the power in his thighs as he steps into the whirlpool and slides into the water beside me.
