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Our initial plan today was to spar in the gym after breakfast but I'm not in the right zone to play fight with Charlie. I'm stuck in a strange, sensual place. I have been since I let go of myself.
Charlie crouches down in front of me, elbows on his knees, and he just looks at me in utter silence. I can't hold his gaze—he looks like he's ready for round two. I reach for a glass of orange juice on the table to wet my dry throat, then I ask, “Do you mind if I go up to my room for a while?”
A soft smile, then he rises and pecks me on the mouth, making my body crave him all over again.
“No, baby,” he says softly, straightening, “course I don't mind.”
It's like this all the time now. When we spar in the gym, I can't even begin to explain how erotic it is. Imagine fancying someone on this level who you're almost sure fancies you back, and time is of the essence, so you're both trying to make every moment count...
...Charlie and me never talk about how long we have left together. We just do. We spend every second of every day together. Eventually, he even ends up sleeping in my bed with me.
The first night is when I fall asleep at the dining table. He's cleaning up the dishes after dinner and I rest my head on the table in my crossed arms, having had so many orgasms that my body is exhausted with them. I stir in Charlie's arms as he's carrying me up the stairs, into my bedroom. In the darkness, he pulls back the blankets to lay me down, and when I'm safely sinking into the mattress, half dazed with sleep, he tugs off my trousers, undressing me for bed. Smiling at me as though I'm his most prized possession, he stands back, his head slightly tipped to one side. I'll never get enough of when he looks at me like that. I always want him to look at me like that. It makes me feel important to him.
He turns away from me and I reach out to catch his hand, wanting to thank him for everything he's done for me but I can't find the words. My throat is thick with words, my eyes glittering withthank you for respecting me, caring for me, and most of all, for showing me a moment of happiness.
I know I'll never feel happiness like this again. No matter how much money I have in that offshore bank account, it cannot buy me happiness, and as long as Maksim is looming over me, my life will always exist in the shadows.
Charlie seems to think I'm saying something else in my gaze because he strips down to his black boxer briefs and slips into bed beside me, gathering me in his arms; his chest.
“Do you mind if I stay with you?” he says, and I sense he's staring down at me.
I snuggle into his warmth, breathing in the clean scent of his skin, and while I don't answer him, my actions tell him all he needs to hear.
I want—no, need to be right here.
He kisses my forehead; embraces me like he's never going to let go.
Over the days, I convince myself that even whenthisis over, it's okay, because I'll always have my memories.
26
Today, things change, and not for the good.
Everything starts out very normal. I wake up tangled under Charlie's muscular body, to sensations of kisses being pressed all over my face, mixed with soft strands of hair tickling my cheeks.
“Well, good morning,” I say, smiling sleepily as I stretch out beneath him.
“Morning, baby,” his voice comes out low and raspy—distracted. He's moaning with zeal, and so am I when he sucks the throbbing vein in my neck; cups my sex over my night shorts. Arching into him, I purr like a cat getting petted, thrusting my fingers into his hair and gripping him tightly.
Those kisses journey down my body, over my chest where only a thin night top separates us. At the waist of my night shorts, Charlie licks across my hipbones, starting with my right, and then my left, making my stomach quiver like crazy. In time, he takes off my night shorts, gently slides them down my legs, tugs them off my ankles and tosses them on the floor. He spreads my legs wide open by gripping my inner thighs with large hands and touches my clit with his tongue; makes mouth-love to my pussy, driving me nuts before I've even opened my eyes properly.
Restless from cumming, and hungry for more, I try to return the favor but he won't let me. He orders me to get dressed while climbing out of bed and shrugging on his joggers. “I've got a busy day plannedbutIwant tospend the morning with you first.”
“Oh...” I stare at him with bashful embarrassment—I never understand it when he says 'no' to a blowjob. So I ask him.
“Delayed gratification,” he’s smirking from ear to ear as he says that. “It’s new to me too. Get dressed, baby.”
“Um... Oh’kay.” Doing as I'm told, and wary of what he's up to, I pull on my usual apparel. He wanders into my en-suite and I follow. We brush our teeth one after the other, both using my toothbrush, and then we go down to have breakfast in the kitchen.
I'm flush from the overwhelming orgasm that's still lingering on my skin, and he's bright eyed, teasing me about kicking my ass in the gym. He doesn't though. He's as soft as ever with me, catching me from behind every time I try to strike, and like the lust sick cat I am, I let him.
“If you notice a few Mexican guys wandering about the place today,” he says, panting in my ear from over my shoulder, “don't be alarmed. They're my men.”
My spine pricking with nerves, I turn out of his arms to look at him. “Your men?”
“Yeah.” He picks up a towel from the ropes and pats his damp face. “I need to pop out so they're gonna be here to keep an eye on the place. Celine is still MIA and I don’t want her coming back here confronting you again.”
“I can handle the likes of her,” I say, momentarily offended, but then I'm gutted because he hasn’t asked me to go with him.
