I FORGOT TO SAY THANK YOU AT THE BEGINNING OF THE LAST CHAPTER FOR THE REVIEWS AND PM'S I RECEIVED FROM CHAPTER 27. MY FOLLOWING MAY BE SMALL, BUT I HAVE FAITHFUL READERS AND FOR THAT I THANK YOU. I ALWAYS APPRECIATE ALL OF THE COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR THE STORY. I TOOK A CHANCE ON WRITING THIS SINCE IT DOESN'T FOLLOW THE ANA/CHRISTIAN STORYLINE AND I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING IT. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ALMOST TO CHAPTER 30 AND I WILL HIT OVER 100,000 WORDS!
MAJOR LEMON ALERT!
ALSO, LATER IN THE CHAPTER IS A TURNING POINT IN LINDA'S RELATIONSHIP WITH CHRISTIAN. SHE STARTS TO REVEAL SOMETHING THAT ALMOST HAPPENED TO HER. IT IS HARD TO WRITE, BUT ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU A TASTE OF WHAT IS TO COME.
HAVING SAID ALL THAT, ON WITH CHAPTER 29
Not long after entering the suite, Christian was a man on a mission. I really felt like he was the stalker and I was his prey. The look in his eyes after locking the door could set the room on fire. He quickly disposes of his jacket, tie and his shirt. His naked chest. I will never get tired of looking at it. Christian closes the distance between us and is now standing right in front of me, stroking my face with the back of his hand. He leans down to whisper in my ear. "You are mine, all mine this weekend, to do with as I please." Holy Hell.
"What shall we do first?" Christian asks as he leans his head to one side. "I have so much planned for you, for us, this weekend." I feel my insides clinch as he says these words to me.
"So what do you have planned, Mr. Grey?" I ask while he is stroking my back. His touch is so…distracting.
Christian shakes his head slowly back and forth. "I'm not saying a word about my plans, Mrs. Morrison. Just wait and see. Come. Let's have a bath." He takes my hand and leads me through the bedroom to the enormous bathroom. There is a separate shower with a huge rainfall shower head and an oversized deep bathtub that could easily seat 4 people. Christian turns on the water to start filling the tub, adds jasmine scented bath oil and then walks back over to me with that I-So-Own-You look in his eyes. We finish undressing and Christian enters the bathtub first then takes my hand and helps me in.
I'm sitting in between his legs relaxing while Christian has a washcloth and is washing my back. "So we're not going to be interrupted at all this weekend?" I ask Christian while he is massaging my neck. This feels so good. His hands need to be insured. "No, like I said, I gave my staff and the hotel staff explicit instructions not to disturb us unless the hotel is on fire or someone is sick or dying. I wasn't kidding. I gave Taylor and Gail the weekend off so they could visit with his daughter Sophie and Sawyer wanted to meet up with some former FBI buddies of his. Ros has even been told to handle any emergency that should arise."
"I didn't know Sawyer worked for the FBI. He never mentioned that, but then again, I've never asked him personal questions about himself." The man has been with me for months and I literally don't know much about him.
"He was with the FBI for 6 years. I wanted to add more security personnel and I told Taylor to find me the best. I thought it would be hard to pull him away from the FBI, but we were shocked when he accepted the job offer. He was looking for a change."
"How old is Taylor's daughter?" I've heard conversations about her as well but I never wanted to pry. I guess since I don't always give away information that is the reason I don't ask people a lot of questions. I value my privacy and I try to respect others as well.
"She is 10. She is really sweet, cute too. He and his wife divorced soon after she was born." Well since Christian is in such a talkative mood, there is one question I have been dying to ask.
"I usually don't like to pry, but is there something going on with Taylor and Gail? I mean, are they dating?"
"Yes, they are. I thought you knew that?" Christian chuckles.
"I had an idea something was up when I saw Gail kiss Taylor one day in the kitchen. They didn't know I was there and I quietly backed out. They look so good together. How long have they been dating?"
"About 4 years. Taylor said one day he was helping Gail run some errands and they started talking and they figured out they had a lot in common. Why it took so long for them to get together is a mystery to me as well. They are two consenting adults and I don't have a problem with them being together."
"Has he asked her to marry him?"
"Yes and she says no because she doesn't want to come between him and Sophie." That sounds like Gail; putting everyone else's feelings before hers. I could really see that after the first two weeks living in the penthouse.
I suggest we get out of the tub since the water isn't warm anymore and I'm getting stiff from sitting in one position too long. Christian exits first and wraps himself in a towel and hands me a robe and helps me out. He wraps the robe around me and tightly ties it then pulls me into a tight embrace and smiles down at me.
We go back into the living room and Christian pours us both a glass of champagne. As we both stand there drinking our champagne, I look over at Christian and see him just standing there, staring at me. He had this same look on his face when we came upstairs earlier: he has something planned. Christian takes my glass from my hand and puts it on the table with his.
"You asked me earlier about my plans for this weekend. I remember our conversation a while back about the contract and when you said you couldn't honor it. You said later you didn't think you could do any of the heavy stuff I have done before but you would like to try some of the other things I like. I still respect that and would never push you to do anything you didn't want to do. I brought a few things with me and I would like to try a few things with you if you are up for it. I won't do anything to hurt you, I promise. There will be safe words in place. "Yellow" for you are reaching your limits and "Red" for you want me to stop. What do you say? Are you ready to "play"?" Christian asks while leaning down looking into my eyes. OH MAN.
I knew this subject would come up sooner or later. I did say I might try some things he likes to do. I wouldn't mind "spicing things up" a little. I'm game.
"As long as you promise not to cause me too much pain then yes, I will try. I trust you."
Christian got the biggest grin on his face after I said I would try. You would think he just scored the biggest acquisition of his life. In a way, he did. He takes my face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs on my cheeks and over my mouth, looking deeply into my eyes. Why is he looking at me like this? Is he looking to see if there is any apprehension to doing this? Does he think I've changed my mind? Or is he just building up anticipation to what he wants to do with me, to me? I think it's the latter.
Christian takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom and we stand next to the bed. He slowly unties my robe and it falls open, but he doesn't take it off right away. Slowly, he pulls the sash off of the robe and holds it in his hands, stretching it out testing the strength. He pushes my robe off and lets it fall to the floor. My breathing has increased so much I am almost panting. The expression on his face changes as well. His look is stern, cold and very sexy.
"Lie down on the bed, face up," Christian says deeply but softly. I sit down and move to the middle of the bed and lie back. He straddles me on the bed, still wearing his towel around his waist, and takes one of my hands and ties the sash around my wrist. He feeds the other end of the sash through the headboard and brings my other hand up and ties the other end to my wrist. GOD. THIS IS HOT! A slight smile creeps across Christian's face as he is looking at me staring back at him. "I'll be right back." What? Where is he going? A minute or two later, Christian returns to the bedroom. OH HOLY HELL. I look at Christian wide-eyed as he returns to the bedroom still shirtless, but he is now wearing a pair of faded jeans with rips on both legs and the top button of his jeans undone and he is barefooted. He giggles and takes something out of his back pocket. "I think you've seen too much. Raise your head." I raise my head and he slips a mask on and covers my eyes. I start squirming a little. "Be still. This isn't about pain, it's only about pleasure," Christian says in a whisper. My senses are definitely heightened being blindfolded. I am quickly becoming aroused. He gently passes his lips over mine.
I feel the bed move a little and realize Christian isn't straddling me. I can hear him on the other side of the room unzipping a bag and dropping some things on the bed. I then realize he has left the bedroom and I think he is in the living room. I hear ice being dropped into a glass. That is the most erotic sound I have heard yet. I already feel myself getting aroused and he hasn't done anything to me yet.
I feel the bed dip and Christian is once again straddling me. I feel his hot breath next to my face as he whispers in my ear. "This is all about your pleasure, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you." He lightly kisses me on the spot on my neck that always gets to me. His lips and tongue are cold. DAMN. He has had ice in his mouth. I feel the ice dripping down onto my chest and my throat. I start squirming again. "Uh uh. Be still," Christian whispers again. He is going so agonizingly slow and I LOVE IT. I can't help but pull on the sash that is tied to my wrists. He takes another piece of ice and places it under my chin and drags it down my chest, between my breasts all the way to my naval where he leaves it. It is so cold that it burns. "Keep still."
The next thing I feel is something being dragged across my body. It is soft and feels like it has many strips of fur on it. He starts at my feet and drags it up over my thighs, up my chest then back down to the inside of my thighs. I remember seeing floggers on a rack in the playroom but they weren't soft like this. "It's a Fur Flogger." It's like he can read my mind. I suddenly feel it leave my chest then all at once it hits me and is then dragged down my chest again. It hurts, but then it doesn't. Just mildly stings. Christian repeats this 6 more times. The same pattern each time; a hit and then a drag. The ice has melted and is running down my side and onto the bed. I'm having a harder time staying still now. Fuck, this is HOT!
"Did that hurt?" I shake my head no. My ability to speak has left me temporarily. "Good." The next thing I feel is something leather being dragged down the middle of my chest to my legs, inside my thighs and back up. It feels like it has a leather tip. Oh Shit. It's a riding crop. He lightly hits me with it across my breasts, down to my thighs and my inner thighs.
He starts hitting me a little harder, particularly on my inner thighs. My insides are starting to stir and my legs tighten. I had no idea you could feel this way from a riding crop! Christian can sense I'm close to my release and stops. NO! I moan and my breathing picks up again. "Not yet, baby. I'm not done with you."
He has put the riding crop down and is now using his hand, dragging his fingers all the way up to my neck and back down, softly and slowly, following the same path of the flogger and the riding crop. This makes my breathing quicken again. Then he changes to using his mouth, kissing every inch of my skin. He concentrates on his favorite spot on my neck a little longer, making me moan and wiggle more. Then I hear the buttons on his jeans being popped open.
His hand travels down in between my legs slowly stroking me. "You're definitely ready." After using his expert fingers inside of me and his thumb rubbing at the top of my core, Christian pushes my legs apart and slowly enters me. He starts his rhythm slowly then gradually speeds up to a steady pounding rhythm. After several minutes of this pounding rhythm, I start to tighten and I know Christian can feel it as he is pushing faster.
"God, Linda. Fuck! You're so tight! SHIT!" My insides tighten more and my legs are starting to shake. "CHRISTIAN…!" is all I can say right before an intense mind-blowing orgasm. "LINDA, I'M…" is all Christian can say before he comes inside me. We are both out of breath, panting, as I come down from the most intense, erotic experience of my life.
Christian reaches up and takes the blindfold off of me and I blink several times to make my eyes focus. "Hi, beautiful. Welcome back. How was it?" I reach up and pull his mouth to mine and kiss him hard and deep. "That good, huh?" He says. We both giggle as our breathing is returning to normal. He reaches up and unties my hands and rubs life back into them.
"I could definitely do something like that again!" I tell Christian as he is smoothing out my hair on my forehead. I'm given the patented Christian Grey drop-dead gorgeous smile. "Your wish is my command." Christian kisses me again, deep and hard and his tongue is all over the inside of my mouth. "But right now, we need sleep." Christian pulls back the covers and covers us up. I roll to my side and he pulls me to him. "I Love You, Linda. Don't ever doubt that. You absolutely amaze me." He kisses the back of my head and I close my eyes and can feel myself drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face and floggers and blindfolds in my dreams.
Bright sunshine floods our suite on a beautiful Saturday morning. HOLY HELL. My arms and shoulders are sore, but you won't hear me complain. I had no idea one could get so much pleasure from being tied up, blindfolded and flogged. I also know he was very easy on me, but it was still extremely pleasurable and VERY erotic. I turn to see a beautiful sight next to me. Christian is still asleep. His lips are slightly parted and are so kissable. His hair is a beautiful mess, but it always look like that. I lightly touch his abs and run my hand over his stomach. He is in such great shape and takes very good care of himself. He stirs slightly and I pull my hand back just in time to see his gray eyes open and look directly at me.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I lean over to give him a soft good morning kiss.
"Good morning. I slept very well, but I think someone has been up to something. Do you have any idea who that would be?" He closes his eyes slightly and pulls me closer to him. I bat my green eyes at him.
"I don't have any idea what you are talking about. I just woke up myself." I can't help but laugh. His expression is priceless.
He quickly subdues me and grabs my hands and puts them over my head, holding them with one hand. "I think it's you that's up to no good, Mrs. Morrison. Now, what to do with you…" He quickly covers my mouth with his again to stop me from laughing. We become all hands and tongues as my desire is awakening as well. I can already feel his growing erection against my leg. Christian parts my legs with his knee and immediately enters me.
"Dang, baby. How can you be so tight first thing in the morning? Shit!"
"I think someone woke up horny," I manage to say in between gasps and his amorous thrusting. It doesn't take either of us long to find our releases.
"God, that was quick, Christian. What a wake-up call!"
"We aim to please, Mrs. Morrison."
There is definitely something to be said about morning sex. I finally get out of bed and head off to the bathroom. I come out a few minutes later refreshed and ready to see what Christian has in store for me today.
"So, Mr. Grey, what are we going to do today, or should I say what are you going to do to ME today?" I giggle as I walk over to Christian and start kissing him on his neck. He pulls me down into his lap and starts mauling me. He is so adorable when he is acting like this.
"I'm just waiting on room service to bring our breakfast. You need to eat to keep your strength up." I raise an eyebrow at him.
Just then, there is a knock and Christian walks over to open the door to find room service with a huge cart with our breakfast. Did he order one of everything off of the menu? There is so much food here that we won't be able to eat it all. Christian quickly signs for our breakfast and shuts the door.
For the next few hours after we finished breakfast, Christian and I did something we rarely have time to do: sit and talk to each other. I asked him questions about his business, especially the early days he started GEH after dropping out of Harvard.
"So what exactly did your Mom and Dad say when you suddenly came home and told them you were dropping out of college?" I can't imagine Grace being that mad at him, but Carrick on the other hand, I can only imagine how mad he got!
"Needless to say, Dad was beyond pissed off at me. He was literally screaming at me so loud in front of Mom that she had to leave the room for a while. I mean, I hadn't been in the door 10 minutes, still had one bag over my shoulder, and he told me to either go back to Harvard or get out. He was done with me. So I left. I crashed with Elliott for a while until I could put my plan together. Elena offered me $100,000 as seed money to start my business. I found a small technology company that was about to go under and used most of the money she gave me to buy it. I turned it around in a month and sold it for $400,000."
"How the hell were you able to do that in such a short amount of time?" He must have been some sort of boy genius to pull that off.
"It's all about going in and stripping away the dead weight and building it back it up. It really is that easy. I took out the redundancies and focused on the task at hand and before long the company started making a profit. Securing salaries and futures for people is a real high."
On my research of one Christian Grey after meeting him for the first time, I read that he made his first million before he was 21. By the time he was 23 he was worth over $70 million. That is staggering. He loves taking care of people. He always worried about the employees of the companies he would take over and reorganize. Christian didn't want to put anyone out of a job if at all possible. He won't admit it, but he really does have a big heart. If he didn't, he wouldn't be where he is today.
For the rest of the morning and on into the afternoon, I've learned more about Christian. What some of his favorite things are, his hobbies. I learned besides owning a jet, which by the way, his new jet should be delivered next week, and his sailboat, he also owns a helicopter which he flies himself. That's pretty damn sexy if you ask me to be able to fly yourself anywhere and anytime you want. He also loves soaring. Then, of course, the rest of the time we aren't talking we're in bed. I'm not going to be able to walk right if we keep this up much longer.
He asks me about some of my favorite things. When I so indulge, my favorite ice cream is Cherry Garcia, favorite candy is Hot Tamales, my favorite drinks besides white wine are Pepsi and Orange Vitamin Water. My favorite movies are Hocus Pocus, Titanic and Gone in 60 Seconds. He was really surprised about that movie.
It is now early evening. I come out of the bathroom after taking a shower and notice Christian is dressed in his jeans and a tight black T-shirt that outlines his sexy chest. Focus, Linda. He sees me and walks over to me and hooks a finger in my towel and pulls me to his chest.
"Hi. You're dressed. Why? Bored with me already?" Christian laughs.
"Hardly. I can't get enough of you. I thought we could go downstairs and eat dinner in the dining room since we have been locked in up here since last night. Would that be ok with you?"
"Yes, that's fine with me. Let me get dressed. I won't be long." I turn back towards the closet to see what Taylor packed for me to wear. I pull out my white pair of skinny jeans and a long black sleeveless chiffon top and sandals. This will do just fine. I am vaguely aware that Christian is standing behind me playing with my hair and then scoops it to the side and is running his nose and mouth up and down the back of my neck.
"If you keep this up, I will never get dressed and we will never make it down to eat," I giggle.
"To hell with eating right now," Christian says seductively as he turns me around as his mouth finds mine. He pulls me to him and is kissing me harder, breaking the kiss as his mouth finds my throat and my neck, biting me in between his tongue sliding up and down my neck.
"Why are you doing this to me? I thought you wanted to eat dinner?" I ask while panting. That familiar tightness in my lower stomach is there again. I'm going to need another shower if we keep this up.
"Seeing you come out of the bathroom in nothing but this towel is driving me insane. You should know I can't keep my hands off of you." He suddenly picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I laugh unexpectedly and Christian is immediately on top of me, his hand now moving up my thigh underneath the towel. I can't help wiggling underneath Christian's touch as he is inching higher to his intended target. His fingers have now found my core between my thighs, gently stroking in and out slowly while kissing me at the same time. His thumb is stroking me slowly, and then is moving in circles, adding just the right amount of pressure. His tongue is in a dance with mine and his fingers are in sync as they continue driving me higher and higher.
"God, Christian, please….," is all I'm able to say while my breathing is rapid as his pace is increasing.
He whispers in my ear, "Relax and let me take care of you. Do you like how this feels?"
"God, yes." I see him smile as he kisses my neck down to the top of my breasts that are still covered by the towel.
Christian can feel me tighten around his fingers, letting him know I'm close.
"Let go," he whispers to me and just with those two words I'm shuddering into an intense climax. WOW. I'm feeling my eyes rolling into the back of my head as this orgasm continues on.
Christian sits up with his I SO OWN YOU expression on his face and a half smile. He stands and offers his hands to me to help me off of the bed.
"I'll let you finish getting ready for dinner," he says as he wanders off towards the bathroom. I'm left standing there shaking my head. Can I not EVER resist this man? It's simple: NO. I finish dressing just as Christian emerges from the bathroom.
"You look nice. Come, let's go eat," Christian holds out his hand and I take it. As I do, I pull him to me and kiss him hard.
"Whatever was that for?" Christian asks faking astonishment.
"It's my way of saying thank you for your very enjoyable amorous assault upon me."
"You're very welcome. If you're lucky, maybe later I can show you what else I'm capable of." Just as he said that, my insides clinched again. I think he is trying to kill me.
We take our first steps out of our suite since last night and I almost want to yank him back inside now and return the favor, but we need to eat. We make our way downstairs and head to The Georgian dining room. We are seated in a secluded corner. Other diners are still nearby, but still far enough away from our table.
While we are sipping our wine waiting for our dinner to be served, we just sit in silence while looking at each other. I decide to have a little fun with Christian. I slip my sandal off under the table and start rubbing his leg with my foot. His head pops up and his eyes meet mine. He is adjusting himself in his chair.
"What are you doing?" Christian's voice cracks slightly as he asked.
"What do you mean what am I doing?" I lean my head to the side and smile. My foot is now up to the inside of his thigh. He catches my foot with one of his hands and starts massaging it.
"I mean with this. You're insatiable." I smile.
"We aim to please, Sir. But I blame you and locking us up here for the weekend. Besides, aren't you enjoying yourself? This was your idea, you know."
A low growl comes from deep within Christian as he slowly massages my foot and is moving his hand up my leg. Now I'm the one squirming in my chair. Hey, this is my seduction. Stop it!
"I'm enjoying myself very much, thank you." Christian winks.
"Me too."
I look over and see our waiter coming over with our dinner. Saved by food. Thank God. I can feel that my face is flushed as the waiter puts our plates in front of us. I try to pull my foot away, but Christian has a death grip on it. The waiter is looking at me and he is thinking I'm either getting sick or I'm being mauled by a 34 year old sex god. He quickly walks away and I can't help but laugh.
"He couldn't get away from us fast enough. I hope we didn't traumatize him too much," I say while trying to take a sip of my wine.
"He's young enough, he'll recover," Christian says dryly.
We decide to call a truce and behave ourselves for the rest of our dinner. As we are finishing our meal, I look up and my expression changes to one of utter disgust. I hang my head.
"What's wrong?" Christian asks.
Just about that time, the Wicked Witch of the West is standing next to Christian, trying to rub his arm. He immediately looks up and bats her hand away.
"What the hell Elena. Don't you dare touch me."
"Now, Christian. Is that any way to talk to one of your oldest and dearest friends? I saw you two from the bar and I had to come say hello. You haven't returned my calls Christian. I really must…" Elena is cut off by the death stare from Christian.
"I don't want to fucking talk to you. Not now, not ever. Now leave. Linda and I are trying to enjoy our dinner. Now BEAT IT!" I try to silently laugh but that isn't working. Elena is now glaring at me.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Linda. It's quite rude." Elena is trying to stand a little taller now. She is obviously trying to use her old Domme stance on me. That doesn't work on me, lady.
"I hope you didn't double park your broom outside. It will be towed back to the janitor's closet if you don't leave now and move it." Christian spits out some of his wine after hearing that and chuckles.
"Watch your mouth, lady." Elena turns back to Christian.
"I really need to speak to you about Linc, Christian. Maybe one day next week?" He better not think of getting with her while I'm gone.
"Call my office Monday, Elena, and make an appointment. Now if you will please excuse us, we are trying to finish our meal."
"Alright, Christian. I will leave. Linda, a pleasure, as always." I smile sweetly.
"Wish I could say the same. Have a good evening." I've really lost my appetite now.
She-Devil waddles away and we are finally alone again. Christian takes my hand just as I look up to see Elena looking back at us and she looks like she is about to explode. I give her a little wave and a smile.
"I'm sorry about that. I knew we should have stayed up in the suite." Christian looks apologetic.
"No apology necessary. Why is she so insistent on talking with you? Who is Linc?"
"He is her ex-husband. I don't know why she wants to talk to me or what she has to tell me. I don't really give a fuck. She thought a while back he was up to something and it has her nervous. I think she wants me to look into it. I really don't want to." Christian finishes off his glass of wine.
"Didn't you say that he beat the crap out of her after he found out about the affair?" Christian nods.
"Yes he did. Beat her up really bad. I always thought he would come after me but he didn't. That's been a long time ago. 13 years to be exact."
Do I really have the right to tell Christian that I'm not comfortable about him meeting with her and that I wish he wouldn't?
"Are you going to meet with her while I'm gone? I know you told her to call and make an appointment, but will you keep it? She will figure out quickly that I'm out of town and will pounce on you in a heartbeat."
Christian sighs. "I don't know. Maybe I will see her just to shut her up and keep her away from us." Like that will ever happen.
"Make sure Taylor is in your office when you meet with her and that he has his stun gun with him, charged, as well as his Taser." Christian hangs his head and is laughing.
"God, you're hilarious. Your sense of humor is one of the many things I love about you. Your comment about her broom almost had me in the floor!" We both laugh again about that.
"That's not the first time I've used the broom comment. She really doesn't upset me. I just hate she keeps pestering you and touching you."
I reach over and take his hand and start stroking his palm with one finger. He swallows hard.
"Let's go. I need to get you back to the suite." Christian stands and offers me his hand. I take it and he pulls me to his chest, pulling my hair back slightly so my head tilts up to meet his sexy Dom stare.
"How am I going to survive 11 days without you? I may die from a lack of sex." Christian is trying to adopt a serious face, but is failing.
"I don't think I've ever read about that being a cause of death. You'll live. Come on. Let's go."
I take his hand and lead us out of the restaurant and march towards the elevators. Once the elevator doors open, we immediately attack each other. I push Christian to the back wall of the elevator, surprising him, and I'm running my hands up underneath his T-Shirt staying at his stomach and his sides. Christian has his hands wrapped up in my hair pulling it back again so my face meets his and his mouth crashes onto mine, pulling my bottom lip into his teeth and biting it. The elevator doors open and we are in our suite with Christian quickly opening the door and kicking it shut with his foot.
Once inside, our clothes are coming off in double time while Christian is pulling me towards the bedroom. Christian picks me up in his arms and practically throws me onto the bed and is straddling me immediately. His hands are slowly moving up my legs, to the inside of my thighs, and continues upward to my chest and slowly back down again. I close my eyes to savor the moment. "Open your eyes. I need to see you," Christian says with a low voice and growl. He is touching me now between my legs; his thumb is now on its intended target slowly circling. All at once Christian slams into me, no warning whatsoever.
"CHRISTIAN!" I scream out as I am trying to adjust to this punishing pace. I vaguely feel my eyes rolling back into my head again but I remember to keep them open. Christian has my hands pinned to the bed next to my head. I start to feel the familiar feeling in my stomach and my legs are now stiffening.
"That's it. Come for me. Let go, baby," Christian whispers in my ear. That was my undoing. He knows exactly what to say and when to say it. I detonate around him, wrapping my legs around his legs while he finds his release.
"Shit, Linda …. I'm ….God!" is all Christian can say before I can feel his release inside of me. His breathing is harsh but controlled. His lips lightly brush against mine as we both begin to recover.
"Fuck, each time gets more amazing with you, Linda. I love you. How did I ever get so lucky to find you." Christian says while still trying to catch his breath.
"I love you too. That was … incredible." I'm suddenly very tired. I look over at the bedside clock and it is already 12:15 am. Boy, time flies when you're having fun.
"I'm exhausted all of a sudden. I really think we should go to sleep." My flight leaves at 7:00 pm tomorrow evening for Sacramento, my first stop. It won't look good to be on television on Monday with bags under my eyes.
"Yes, we should get some sleep. I love you. Good night." Christian kisses me deeply but gently. I then roll over on my side and he pulls me to his chest and wraps an arm around me.
"Good night. I love you too," I say sleepily as I feel my eyes closing and I drift into a peaceful slumber.
Sunday morning comes all too fast for me as I wake to see bright sunshine flooding our suite. In just a few hours we will have to leave our little home away from home and return to the penthouse so I can begin getting ready to leave on this promo tour. I look over at Christian as he is still sleeping. I can see a little frown line in between his eyes. He must be thinking the same thing I am. I kiss the frown on his face and it immediately vanishes. A minute or two later Christian is slowly waking up and his beautiful grey eyes are now looking at me.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I ask while still staring at him and playing with his hair.
"Good morning. I always sleep well with you." Christian says while stretching his arms and legs. How can I leave this for 11 days? I think I might die from a lack of sex.
I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to have a shower before breakfast. As I'm standing under the hot water beating down on me, my thoughts go back again to how my life has taken such a dramatic turn since April. Steve and I were both so excited when I got a phone call one day from the director of the Signature Symphony in Tulsa. The soloist that was scheduled to perform suddenly fell ill and couldn't play and I was asked to replace him on the concert. I had already been working on the Mozart piece and was almost finished memorizing it so it wasn't any big deal. I had a month to finish preparing the concerto and then perform.
But as fast as I was given the most exciting opportunity of my life, well our lives, it was taken away. Everything that mattered was taken from me. It was the week before the concert when the accident happened and my emotions were all over the map. Not eating, drinking or talking was taking its toll on me, my body and my spirit. There was no way I could play and no one expected me too. The concerto was pulled from the concert and replaced with another piece the orchestra already had prepared.
Why am I so sad and confused again? I am confused at this moment because I'm very happy and that has me angry and confused once again. I thought I had put all of these emotions to rest when I gave my heart to Christian. Why are they creeping back in to my soul now? I'm sharing this experience of a lifetime with another man, that's why. Steve and I should be experiencing this together. It isn't fair he isn't here. I pound the shower wall. Christian has never asked me about what I went through during this time and what I was feeling. There is a lot I haven't told him; maybe now is the time and maybe, just maybe, it will help me rid myself of this guilt I'm feeling, this conflict in my heart.
I'm brought back to the present and I realize that I have been crying while standing here in the shower. I then realize that I'm not alone. Christian is stepping into the shower behind me, pulling my back to his front and holding me tightly. I realize he is still wearing his pajama bottoms. He just holds me for I don't know how long while I'm still crying before he breaks the silence. I keep my back to him, still staring at the tile wall in the shower.
"Baby, what's wrong? What happened? I could hear you crying from the bedroom." I hear Christian talking to me but I can't speak. He holds me tighter and that only makes my cry harder. I can't tell him, can I? He will be so shocked and ashamed of me.
"Linda, talk to me! You're scaring me. What is it?"
I know now I have to tell him what almost happened to me after Steve died.
I'm about to confront my fears head on for the first time. I hope I can get through it. I hope we make it through it.
A/N I'm not big on cliff hangers, but I wanted to get this chapter to you quickly since I changed the whole dynamic of this chapter today and the next one should be up very soon, hopefully by tomorrow.
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