Page 73 of Protecting Christina

I felt as though I were floating. My body tingled from his touch and my heart beat rapidly in my chest. But my head swam with thoughts and questions and I couldn’t put my finger on any of them, so I ignored the whirlwind.

I wanted to touch, feel, and kiss Will until everything settled within me. I knew he was real, but nothing was more reassuring than feeling his hands on me. He kissed me and I kissed him back. My hands ran across his body and unbuttoned his shirt. His skin was warm to the touch.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered.

His words fueled my desire, and I lifted the hem of my dress and pulled it up and off of my body. I stood wearing only my black panties and bra.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

Will slid his finger underneath my bra strap and pulled it down. “It’s time for you to pay up on our deal.”

He kissed my neck and I could barely breathe. “What deal?” I asked.

“Payment for hiring me. I promised I would collect.”

I smiled and stroked his hard cock between us. “I think I know what sort of reimbursement you’re looking for.”

His breath hitched, and he nipped at my lips. “Ah, sweetheart, that sounds amazing, but it wasn’t entirely what I had in mind.”

I stopped stroking. “What do you mean?”

He pressed his mouth to my nipple and sucked. I bit my lip and my whole world tilted on its axis.

“I want you to spend the night,” he said, his face still buried against my breast.

My heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe, and it had nothing to do with his fingers sliding down past my navel.

“Christina?” he asked.

I shook my head and blinked several times. He brought his face up to look at me, his brow furrowed and a question formed in his eyes. I didn’t know how to answer it. I couldn’t find the words to respond to his payment request. So, I kissed him. Hard. Wrapping my arms around his neck. He responded with a punishing kiss of his own.

We stumbled backward onto the bed and I imagined nothing else in this world but myself and Will. There was no past, no future, nothing that would get in our way. I pushed against his chest until he fell backward onto the mattress, then I straddled him.

With a grin, he palmed my backside and urged me forward. I didn’t need much encouragement. I was ready to take control of this situation.

Yes, taking control was exactly what I needed. I’d felt overwhelmed and confused before, but now I knew what I would do.

I felt my orgasm swell deep within me and I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth, grinding my pelvic bone against Will’s erection. He filled me with his throbbing cock, making even the slightest movement electric.

My pleasure rose with every thrust of my hips and Will raised his arms behind him to hold on to the posts as my tempo shook the bed. The wood creaked and the mattress groaned as my body trembled and then stiffened on top of Will’s. Pleasure ripped through my body as I gasped and fell on top of him.

I wasn’t even sure if he had come. I’d been so wrapped up in my own thoughts, or rather, trying not to think of anything at all.

“Was it good for you?” I whispered next to his ear, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, it was fucking amazing.” He kissed my neck. “You are amazing.”

Through the haze of lust, his words caressed me. And yet, something held me back. Fear of the unknown, fear of losing myself, of losing something… something I wasn’t sure how to hold on to.

I rolled onto my back and exhaled. Will found my hand and I squeezed our fingers together. Then he grabbed the duvet and pulled it up to our chests. The act reminded me of his request. I stared at the coffered ceiling as conflicting thoughts raced through my mind. Is this what I wanted? What would staying the night mean? Could I trust Will to stay? To not leave me? Could I pick up the pieces of my life again if he did? I didn’t know how to respond to any of these questions. I needed more time.

Slowly, I climbed out of bed and picked up my panties from the floor. I slid one leg in and then the other. Picking up my bra from the chair, I put that on, too.

“What are you doing?”

I slipped my dress over my head and slid it down my body. “I’m going home. I never spend the night. You know that.”

“Yes. But I asked you to spend the night as part of our deal.”

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