Chapter 153

I broke our kiss and stepped back. “I want to continue this, but we need to finish our conversation first.”

Charles looked frustrated but didn’t say anything to stop me.

“I’ve hidden the laptop in my bag.”

“The one that I brought in here with us?” Charles asked.

“I don’t think Theo will rummage through my stuff.”

“Do you really trust him that much?” Charles asked.

I nodded. “He saved me while we were apart.”

Charles looked worried, and I waved my hands in front of him. “No! It wasn’t an attack or anything like that. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some construction workers lost control of a pane of glass they were refitting in a high-rise. It nearly fell on me. Theo’s back got cut up, and he had stitches for a few more days.”

“But that aside, I think we should set up that webpage tonight,” I said, coming back to the subject that was most important. “While you do that, I’ll draft an article.”

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll get started on that this evening.” He drew me toward him. “Whoever isn’t using the dark web has asked the job of keeping the guards distracted so that they don’t come slipping around or ask questions.”

“Agreed,” I said. This time, I let myself fall into his arms.

“I’m really glad nothing happened to you,” he crooned, smoothing his fingers across my cheekbone and tucking my hair behind my ear. “Even if it was only something like stitches if it had to happen to someone, I’m glad to have it happen to your bodyguard.”

“I wouldn’t trust them with the information about the dark web or any of that,” I said.

My voice had grown quiet, and my body angled toward his. Keeping up. This conversation for much longer wasn’t going to happen. My own biology wouldn’t let it.

“But I do think that Theo honestly wants to protect me. And I get the impression that David wants the same for you.”

“Well, if we go through with this plan,” Charles said quietly while nibbling my ear. “Then we may have to put them to good use. We can easily make a lot of enemies doing what we’re planning on doing.”

His tongue ran along the rim of my ear, and I shuddered. I reached in and turned the shower off.

Charles pulled back and arched an eyebrow, looking at me. “I was planning on getting in there with you, he said.

“I want to go slow, and I don’t think there was enough hot water left for that.” I opened the door to the bedroom and gave a suggestive look at the interior of our bedroom.

Charles didn’t need to be asked twice. He hurried past me, drawing me along with him over to the bed. I pulled my hand out of his, putting both of my fists on my hips and giving him a scolding look.

“I just said I want to go slow,” I reprimand.

He gave me a wicked grin and bent over, pointing his rear end. “I guess I’m a bad boy, then,” he said. “So spank me.”

I gave his backside a light smack and then left my hand there and squeezed. He closed his eyes and spun, pulling me against him.

Even through his pants, I could feel how hard he already was. Going slow was going to take some effort.

Charles lifted my shirt up and over my head, pulling it off. He let out a small groan at the sight of my breasts. Using one hand, he undid the clasp in the back, and with the other, he slid my skirt down over my hips along with my underpants.

He continued to kiss me, moving the hands that had undone my bra around to massage my breasts, taking time to tweak the nipples so they stood upright against the pads of his fingers. His other hand undid his butt and zipper, and they popped open while the rod of flesh poked into my stomach.

Without meaning to, I found myself parting my legs. I gripped his shaft, running the tip along my sensitive lady parts. Moans gathered between our lips, some mine and some his. And all of my intentions to go slow disappeared out the window.

The first time his tip met my opening, I twisted my hips, inviting him in, shoving my way down onto the length of his cock.

Again, he didn’t need any more invitation than that, and he started thrusting against me, both of his hands moving to my hips so that he could grip me. His knees bent so that he could come up from below me and ram firmly, all the way down to the base of his shaft, inside my body.

He hitched a hand underneath my knee, lifting one leg up and over his hip as his pace increased. My body had longed for this, and every cell inside me felt on fire. In mere moments, I was clutching at his shoulder, gasping out an orgasm.

Charles groaned and shuddered, emptying himself deep inside. But for once, I could bring myself to care. I gripped his buttcheeks, jabbing myself down onto his erection as he finished, enjoying every sensation of his twitching inside my body because it echoed across the waves of my own pleasure.

I let out a sigh and leaned my face against his chest. “Well, that was an amazing orgasm, but not really the sexual escapade that I had imagined.”

I stepped over the fabric of my skirt and closed the distance to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He laughed and joined me, sitting on the edge of his bed. His pants were still just below his hips, his penis half-erect but not fully back to its unaroused state.

He hadn’t even taken his shirt off. I waved a hand across him and pointed out that he was still nearly fully dressed.

He laughed again. “On the other hand, this is exactly the way I would have imagined to make up sex being with you after having stayed apart for so long. I don’t think I could have held back if I wanted to. But there is one small detail that you seem to be forgetting.”

“And what’s that?”y

“You and I haven’t had sex for months.”

“You and someone else have?” I snarked.

He scowled at me. “Don’t be a brat, Elena. I haven’t had sex with anyone else, and I didn’t ask you if you had, either.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “The way you worded it, plus my disappointment in our short lovemaking mixed together, and it just sort of popped out. That wasn’t fair of me.”

“I know from experience how easy it is to say unfair things. And if we’re being completely honest, I’ve thought on more than one occasion about what could have happened while you were living with Theo. I’m not blind. He isn’t completely unfortunate-looking. And you were living with him in the small space. I assume.”

I laughed and flopped back on the bed. “It was difficult living with him. Theo made me think of sex on numerous occasions. But not the way you’re thinking.”

Charles leaned on one elbow, lying beside me. “Now, I’m curious.”

I shook my head. “It’s embarrassing to talk about.”

He poked my stomach. “No. You don’t get to bring it up and then not explain yourself. You wouldn’t have mentioned it if you didn’t want to say something.”

He started to run his fingers across the skin of my stomach. “Tell me, or I’m going to tickle you until it comes out anyway.”

I grabbed his hand, moving it up so that it lay across my breast. Charles obliged by playing with my nipple, but he didn’t remove his intent gaze from my face. I let out a sigh.

“I’m not proud of this, but it wasn’t my fault,” I said. “Violet came over several times while we were staying together. And you’re right, the places that we were staying weren’t very big. I’ll admit that he did try his best to be discreet with her, waiting until after I was asleep, or he thought I was busy with work. But it doesn’t change the fact that I heard them having sex several times and even saw them on one occasion.”

I laughed. “Honestly, it was deeply uncomfortable for more than one reason. Not only did I catch them at it, but they were using some of our old tricks. The sex wasn’t anywhere near as sneaky as it felt when we were fooling around in public.”

“Oh really?” he asked, tweaking my nipple.

His hand slid down between my breasts and found its way between my legs, slowly running his fingers back and forth across the sensitive skin between my legs. He spread my lips so that he could get his fingers on either side of my clit and continued rubbing.

“Why don’t you tell me more about that?” Charles demanded. “Or I might not be able to overlook you and a guard in compromising situations.”