Disclaimers: See Chapter 1

Chapter 7

"Así mojó… so tight… t'adore," he said thrusting into her.

"Oh yes….harder… " He could hear her begging.

He thrust harder, his hips pistoning into her wet channel. He could feel her begin to tighten around him; reaching between their bodies his fingers settled on her clitoris. Rubbing the bundle of nerves he drove into her, feeling her walls squeeze his shaft as she came. He followed immediately, her name answering the cry of his own.

"Joseph!"

"Clarisse!"

Joseph jolted awake, his breath coming in quick gasps, his stomach covered with evidence of his dream.

"Dammit," he swore as his head fell back onto the pillow. "This is ridiculous," he murmured grabbing the sheet to wipe his stomach off. Standing, Joseph stripped his bed, tossing the sheets onto the floor before padding across his suite to the bathroom.

This was the third time this week he woke to wet sheets and body and it wasn't even Tuesday! Flipping the light on Joseph stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"Get a grip old man," he muttered to himself as he started his morning routine. He hadn't had this many wet dreams since he was a teenager. Now, in the past two weeks he had more wet dreams than he could remember and each one was exactly the same!

"You have to forget," he mumbled around his toothbrush. "Forget what you saw," he told himself, rinsing his mouth. "Forget it completely," he said. Looking at his reflection he could knew the likelihood of forgetting that brief moment was impossible, turning away to ready the shower.

He adjusted the shower taps before stepping in, allowing the hot water to soothe him. Grabbing the shower gel and cloth he washed, mentally reviewing his schedule. He had a meeting with His Majesty this morning and was accompanying Her Majesty on… the thought of the Queen caused his shaft to thicken and unconsciously his hand drifted to his growing erection.

As his thoughts were taken over by the image of his Queen…of his Clarisse… wearing nothing but garter, stockings and heels Joseph massaged and stroked his erection. The light from the bedroom had created soft shadows across her body. As she walked across the bedroom her hips swayed seductively and her breasts moved sensually in counterpoint to her stride. From his vantage point Joseph could see the soft light glistening off her curls…he licked his lips at the thought of how she would taste…his hand stroking his erection faster.

He remembered how she had caressed her full breasts…he pulled and stroked himself faster… teasing the nipples to stiff peaks before her hand drifted down to her curls…thrusting harder into his hand …slipping her fingers between her legs before bringing them back up to taste herself…'so close…yes…' then repeating the action twice…locking his knees… more before…'oh yes…' sucking her fingers into her mouth …right there…

"Oh god," he groaned as his release mingled with the hot water, disappearing down the drain.

"Mierda!" he cursed, suddenly comprehending the implication of his recent actions. He slammed his fist into the tile, sliding down the wall to the shower floor, his head tilted back as the water washed over him, his thoughts in turmoil.

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The security meeting was finished and Joseph noted the schedule changes for the upcoming week. Checking his watch he saw that he had about thirty minutes before his meeting with His Majesty. With coffee in hand Joseph stood looking out the security office window, his attention taken by his thoughts rather than the view afforded him.

He was attracted to her. Hell, any man regardless of sexual preference would be attracted to her. There was something about her that made every man sit up and take notice. To some it was her physical appearance, to others it was her bearing, for others it was her caring nature and still others found themselves enamoured at her effortless ability to make you feel like the most important person in the world.

For him it was all these things and more.

Yes, he was attracted to her physically. Her hair, her eyes, her mouth, her breasts…

God, her breasts were incredible!

He loved her breasts!

Hell, he was a man.

He was hot-wired to find breasts incredibly appealing. Give him a set of breasts and he could occupy himself for hours!

The idea of suckling from her breasts, to taste their soft skin, to tease and tongue her nipples until they were pebbled and erect enthralled him.

Then there were her legs…her hips…her ass…

"Enough!" he muttered, shifting slightly to adjust himself. He didn't need to walk around the palace with an erection, especially when he was meeting His Majesty in twenty minutes.

He needed to deal with this.

Hell, he had fantasized about her before. Especially after seeing her in some of her gowns or when catching her and His Majesty in flagrante delicto, but this was the first time he had consciously masturbated to the fantasy of her.

And therein lay his problem.

Not his attraction.

He had been dealing with that for over fourteen years! He could deal with that with his eyes closed. Although now every time he closed his eyes all he could see was the image from two weeks ago.

No, his problem now was what to do about his actions.

He had crossed that invisible line in the sand that he had drawn for himself all those years ago and now he didn't know if he could or wanted to cross back to the other side.

He also knew that he couldn't just seduce her, bed her for however long it took to get her out of his system then continue as before.

That course of action wouldn't work this time.

The reasons why were many. He mentally ticked off each one.

She is the Queen. Obviously.

She is the wife of the King. Again, obviously.

She is married. He avoided married women. Too much hassle.

She is his employer. Granted, he had slept with employers before but never when he was in charge.

She is a mother. Okay, that wasn't a very good reason. Scratch that one.

She is a grandmother. Estúpido! Let's try again.

She is the wife of his friend. Good reason! He never slept with friend's wives. No matter how much their wives wanted him too!

She is his responsibility. Exactly! And he never shirked his responsibilities.

She is … she is… "The love of my life," he whispered.

Stunned at his revelation, Joe stumbled back into his chair "¡Jodame! Estoy enamorado de ella.

Raising his eyes to the ceiling he whispered, "Dios mio, now what do I do?"

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Translation: Fuck me! I am in love with her.