that we were both a little drunk and had somehow drifted even closer together on the couch. He shifted his leg and grazed my thigh, causing my throat to tighten up.
“I have to use the bathroom,” I blurted suddenly, which was a lie. But I had to do something to get out of that room for a second and derail the very bad decision it felt like we were both teetering on.
When I came back into the room, Chris wasn’t sitting anymore. He was standing in the middle of the room and didn’t budge an inch as I walked closer. He seemed intent on doing the exact opposite...and throttling full force into the bad decision of whatever was about to happen.
Before I could fully process it, he pressed himself into me - hard and fast, instantly making my knees go weak. His body was eager, but his kisses were soft and tender. But the deeper we sank into it, our hands grew more greedy...pulling and kneading into each other’s clothes.
“Thank you for everything,” he rasped against my lips.
“For what? I should be thanking you. You’re the one who invited me tonight and bought me this lovely gown.”
“Thank you for caring about people enough to care if they’re unhappy during the holidays or not,” he replied, kissing me again before I could argue.
A hot wave of desire rushed through me, daring me to do all the things I was talking myself out of just a moment ago. I pulled back for a moment, looking into his eyes, and glided my hands across his belt. I could see a bulge that gave away just how bad he wanted me, and I couldn’t lie and pretend I didn’t want him too.
“This dress is perfect on you,” he said softly, tracing his fingers along my neck, collarbone, and shoulders.
“But?”
He smiled. “But...is it bad if I kind of want to see you take it off now?”
I smiled right back, on a wild buzz from all the tequila shots and the champagne before that. I turned around, giving him access to the elaborate corset on the back that a neighbor friend had to help me do up in the first place.
“This is actually very helpful. I was a little worried about how I’d get out of this thing on my own at the end of the night.”
“Nonsense. A woman like you...in a dress like this...Surely you didn’t expect to be coming home alone.”
My heart gushed from the compliment. Did he really think I was so gorgeous? He hadn’t shown it before. Or maybe I was just oblivious.
“Just because a woman could have any man doesn’t mean she wants to,” I explained.
I felt the soft flutter of his lips along my back as he started undoing the clasps and satin ties down the back. “In that case, I’m honored to be here right now...with you...taking your clothes off.”
“You should be,” I teased. I was playing it cool, but inside I was screaming. Chris was rich, well-known, powerful, and hot as hell. If anyone was honored, it was me.
He worked his way down the back of my dress painstakingly slow. Neither of us showed any interest in slowing down and asking ourselves what was happening or what we were doing. It was a rare thing for either of us to get so caught up in the moment that we surrender control. But it felt good...and that seemed reason enough not to stop.
Finally, the hefty gown cascaded down to the floor - piling up at my feet. I stepped out of it and towards him again. He took in a hungry look of my body, eyeing me head to toe in my lace bra and panties, before sweeping me back into his arms and kissing me even harder than before.
He started kissing his way down my body, sending my heart and blood racing with every new brush of his lips. I struggled to keep it together as he kissed between my thighs, tugging at my lace panties.
Is this really happening!? Chris Palmer...is kissing me...down there...Oh. My. God.
My inner struggle became more vocal as he blew a hot breath across my tingling folds. He swirled his tongue around, teasing me, then kissed back up my stomach. With one swift motion, his hands reached behind me and unhooked my bra, sending it falling to the floor just like my dress had done.
I bit my lip as he kissed around each of my breasts, sucking and nibbling at my pointed nipples. His