Page 24 of Christmas with Billionaire's Runaway Bride

"You know that we have just had one glass of wine, right?" I say and move away from him seductively.

"Well then, if we are not going ahead with this, I better get into the shower." I say as I take my clothes off. I am down to my last cloth, my black laced panty and something catches my attention. I briefly look at the window, my gaze noticing a figure standing there. My blinds haven't been closed and I can see clearly who is on the other side. It is Michael and I don't care that he can see us. James, hasn't noticed anything and I don't even mind if he notices him. Michael is clearly burning with anger and I do the next thing to provoke him. I take off my pantie and touch my boobs seductively.

"So... James, am I still drunk? You know, just a few days ago Michael was here and we spent the whole night together but we only did it on the bed. I haven't been touched since then and I am so horny. Guess what? The following day, he went to meet his wife to be. I haven't heard from him since then you know and this is me moving on." I say with wide smile.

"So are you just using me as rebound or what." He says mischievously, still glued in the same spot.

"Oh no! Never! Ever since I saw you at the coffee shop, something ancient has been ignited in me. I have been daydreaming about our good times in the past and I haven't been able to forget about you. My body remembers, your kisses, the way you lips feel against mine, your soft yet masculine hands roaming all over my body. The way you know just how to suck my nipples ohh... Not to forget how your mouth knows how to make me cum." I say as I take my hand to my crotch and moan out loud.

"Do you remember the last gift you bought me? The crotchless panty, I still have it. We never got to use it but now we can. The truth is I want you. I want to feel you inside me, I want you to cum inside me. Or are you afraid of Michael. He doesn't own me you know..." I say the last part to provoke the stalker outside my window. I secretly glance at the window and notice Michael still standing there, shaking in anger.

Chapter Twenty-One

Payback

Just then, James walk towards me and lifts me up so that I am straddling him. He has an obvious hard-on and I cheerfully wrap my hands around him.

"Don't mention that name again. First thing tomorrow, we are buying you a new house. I want a place where no one has ever been. You are also getting a new car." James says as he kisses me.

"You know, after this, I might not even have a job to go back to." I say loudly for Michael to hear.

"Don't worry about that. Let's get cleaned." James says and I show him the way.

James places me on the floor and kisses me, after a while, we pull apart and I help him out of his clothes.

"Has he been here?" He asks possessively and I nod. His face drops and I notice the disappointment in his eyes.

"You will be the first one to have me here though " I say out loud, not meaning to and just as I had guessed, it doesn't lighten the situation.

I take the body wash and lather it all over my body then onto his and he takes that opportunity to caress me. We then run off and I do the next thing to lessen the tension. I kiss him all the way to his growing manhood and kneel so that I am on the same level with it. James wants to lift me to my feet but I am adamant about it. I push him so that he is leaning on the tiles wall behind and I take him into my mouth. I massage his balls first, licking his manhood before fully taking him into my mouth. I adjust myself so that I can take all of him into my mouth and begin thrusting. I make sure that each time I thrust, his dick hits the back of my mouth, he likes that very much.

James moans and supports himself on the wall behind. I increase the speed and he take initiative to thrust as well. Towards the end, I stay in place as he fucks my mouth till he cum. He quickly gets me onto my feet and kiss his juices off my mouth.

"Oh Claire, I want to taste myself in your mouth." He says. He then carries me back to the kitchen and places me against the kitchen counter. We make out there for a while, but naked and then he pushes me to lie on the counter. James then touches me all over, leaving wet kisses and he heads towards my pussy. With his thumb, he expertly teases my clit and caress it while applying pressure here and there. I scream out his name at the top of my lungs and end up inflating his ego in the process. He then proceeds to tease me with his teeth and almost immediately uses his hand to fuck me. I clench my thighs together as he adds the third finger into me. He parts my legs effortlessly and exchange his fingers with his tongue. As soon as his tongue connects with my pussy, I feel the pleasure building inside me. James sucks mu pussy and clit and thrust his tongue inside me and all I can do is to moan out his name. I can feel the experience in his actions and to me that is the most attractive thing. His composure and confidence finally push me to orgasm. He doesn't stop until he is sure that I am calming down from that kind of high. He eventually gets me off the kitchen counter and carries me into the living room. He places me on the couch and makes a place for us to sleep on the floor. I cuddle into his arms, happy about the turn of events but not content.

"James, I want you to make love to me. I don't want to sleep without feeling you inside me." I say as I kiss his chest.

"There is no hurry, we have a lifetime to make love to each other. For now, I am just happy that you are back in my life." He replies.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Getting Hooked

The following day, a mix of apprehension and resolve accompanies my early wake-up routine. James, who stayed over, attempts to coax me into more sleep, but a sense of urgency propels me to prepare quickly for the day ahead. As I head to the office, a cascade of emotions swirls within me. There's a lingering fear of how Michael will react to the revelation of my renewed connection with James. However, an undercurrent of happiness surfaces, knowing that I've finally addressed the unresolved feelings between us. Having James by my side during this challenging time offers a newfound source of support. Yet, amid these personal reflections, a nagging concern surfaces – the potential ramifications on my professional life. The looming possibility of job insecurity adds an extra layer of tension to an already complex situation. As I navigate these intertwined challenges, the day unfolds with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

As the day at the office unfolds, I notice an unusual quietness – no sign of my colleague who's typically the early riser. Undeterred, I immerse myself in my work, channeling my focus into preparing documents for upcoming meetings. The tasks are executed with precision, showcasing my commitment and professionalism. As the night progresses, I find myself working late, engrossed in the responsibilities that demand my attention. A call interrupts my concentration, and it's James, patiently waiting for me. He proposes the idea of searching for a house together, a gesture that carries a weight of intention and care. The allure of a better living situation, away from the challenges of my current neighborhood, tugs at my desires. I contemplate the prospect of a new home, a fresh start, and the realization that James is willing to provide it. The idea of accepting this offer lingers, as I grapple with the complexities of my personal and professional life, both of which seem poised for significant changes.

After organizing my desk and getting ready to leave, I spot someone approaching—it's Michael. His presence carries a strong vibe, and I'm caught in a moment of uncertainty. Should I wait to see if he needs anything from the office, or should I just go? I decide to wait, feeling a mix of nerves about how he might react. As Michael enters, he doesn't even glance my way. He heads straight into his office, shutting the door behind him with a firm closure. The air thickens with unspoken tension, and I'm left wondering about the implications of this encounter on both our personal and work relationships. The door's closing echoes the distance between us, and I'm left pondering what the next days will bring.

"Phew! That was easy. I guess I should get going," I breathe a sigh of relief, turning to leave. But just as I step out, I feel a forceful grip around me, pulling me back. Michael turns me around, pressing me against the wall. His anger is palpable, and I realize why he's known as one of the most feared people in the country. His chest heaves with the effort to control his rage, and in a burst of anger, he punches the wall near my ear. I close my eyes, fear coursing through me.

"What have you done to me, Claire?" he seethes dangerously close to my ears. When I stay silent, he punches the wall again, on the same spot.

"I stayed outside the whole night. I heard everything, and man, weren't you loud," he whispers. The tension hangs heavy in the air.

"Am I fired? I can get my things right now, you know. You don't have to ever see me again," I finally speak after a prolonged silence, bracing myself for his response.

Michael's grip tightens as he processes my words. The air is thick with tension, and the weight of his anger bears down on me. He looks at me with a mixture of frustration and something more complex.

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