"You're such a dirty little girl, Michelle." He leans in to me and grabs me by the waist, rising up and throwing me to the bed next to him.
Chapter Fifteen
Michelle
We lie like that, looking at each other silently, unable to hide our smiles.
"That was incredible." He breaks the silence first. "I would say you're a pro."
I laugh and push him slightly into his shoulder. "You're such a flattering liar, Christopher."
"I'm not. You're good. That was the best blow job in my life."
I’m trying to decide if he’s being sincere, but he leans closer to give me a kiss.
As our tongues intertwine, our hands start stroking each other, exploring every inch of our bodies. We're still lying on top of the bedsheets, but we're both so hot that neither of us needs a cover.
As my breasts brush against his chest, I feel my nipples getting hard again, and the arousal in my center comes back with more force.
"Are you ready for another round?" he asks between kisses, brushing his fingers over my back.
"Already?" I ask in surprise. It's been like five minutes. Can a man possibly get aroused this quickly after release?
I lean for a kiss, but Christopher pulls away.
"Are you sure about this?" He looks deeply into my eyes.
"Why do you keep asking me this?" I ask, slightly irritated, not sure exactly why. "I'm doing everything voluntarily. Don't you see?"
"I know, beautiful. I didn't mean that you're forcing yourself; I just..." He stops and shuts his eyes, trying to find the right words.
This is the first time since we met that I’ve seen him like this. He always knows what to say and says it right away.
"You're vulnerable right now, Michelle," he continues and looks at me again. "I don't want to be the man who takes advantage of the situation."
"Haven't you already?" I laugh, but my joke obviously doesn't seem funny to Christopher because he doesn't even smile.
"I'm serious." He frowns a little, "I don't want this to be revenge over your shitty ex."
"It's not!" I exclaim. "I didn't even sleep with him."
"Yeah, but you were engaged," he insists, and I already regret that we even started this conversation.
I should say that I'm ready and not be irritated that he asked. I only made it worse.
"And if that asshole hadn't fucked his assistant on his desk, you probably would've been still engaged. While I want you to be completely present when we're..."
"What?" I interrupt him, pulling away, trying to take a better glance at him. "What did you just say?"
"I'm sorry, Michelle, but I don't want to be your second choice. It means..."
"How do you know about sex on his desk?" I interrupt again, unable to think of anything else but those pictures.
"You said yourself that Michael was fucking his assistant," he says sternly. His facial expression shows tension. He didn't answer my question, though.
"Christopher," I say seriously, raising up on my elbow, "you said you’d never lie to me." I take a deep breath before asking the question I already have an answer for. "How do you know about the desk? I didn't tell you that."
He exhales, lowering his gaze, trying to figure out what to say.