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"Morning, Handsome," Blair smiled as she stretched out her tired muscles. His eyes had been raking over her body brazenly as she slept, moving the bedcovers down gradually until they were now covering only her perfectly painted toes. His warm hands had been caressing her delicate skin to keep her warm, enjoying the fact that while he was keeping her warm he was also turning her on as she let out soft moans of appreciation.
"Good morning indeed," he grinned as she snuggled in close to him, needing his body heat to keep her warm.
"Did you sleep okay?" she inquired as she kissed his Adam's apple lightly.
"Twelve hours of completely uninterrupted sleep," he groaned as she continued to nip at his neck, "I'd say that is a definite yes."
"The dark circles have disappeared," she added as she paused to gaze into his eyes. Her fingers reached up to trace under his eyes where the dark lines had been the previous evening.
"I need to start getting ready. The Japanese like for things to start on time," he sighed with a tinge of regret. "I'll make sure Eugenia is made aware of your arrival, and plans activities to keep you occupied while I'm in meetings."
"You're working through the weekend," she responded in surprise.
"We made a major break through yesterday. None of us wanted to loose the momentum. It helps that Trump stopped playing hardball. We might have a deal before the end of the day," he told her as he rose from the bed. "And if we do, you and I are on the first flight to anywhere your heart desires."
"Sounds like heaven," she sighed, "I vote we go back to New York and lock ourselves in the penthouse until school starts."
"If that is your wish, I will make it happen," he told her as he bent down and planted a kiss firmly on her lips.
"Come back to bed," she pleaded with him as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck, trying to get closer to him while tempting him back to bed.
"Business meeting . . . Japanese businessmen . . . can't be late," he told her, struggling to make a complete sentence as her enticing offer clouded his brain.
"Please," she stuck out her bottom lip to pout.
"Why do you always make doing to right thing so hard," he growled as he reached behind his neck to loosen her grip. She batted her eyelashes innocently. "Not going to work," he told her as he saw through her obvious intent. He forced himself to turn around so that he could no longer be tempted and made his way into the shower.
Blair waited a few moments, wanting to make absolutely sure that he was in the shower before surprising him with a shower mate.
"I'm serious, Blair, I cannot be late," he growled as her arms came around his waist as she pressed herself up against his backside.
"The longer you ignore me, the harder I'm going to try tempting you," she stated very matter-of-fact. "You might as well give in and take me because until you do . . ."
Her thought was cut off as he dropped the bar of soap in his hands to the floor, spin around quickly, picked her up off her feet, slammed her against the shower wall, and impaled himself inside her.
"If you make me late, you are going to be severely punished," he hissed before he bit down on her ear as they continued to rock against each other.
"Is that supposed to be a deterrent or encouragement?" she thought out loud.
"I mean it, Blair," he growled, "If you mess up this business deal because you needed to have your way with me, there are going to be some serious consequences that you won't like."
"Then I'll just need to help you get ready," she proclaimed, "After I have my way with you of course."
"You're the one with your legs wrapped around my waist," he chuckled, "I think it's me who's having their way."
"Then how exactly am I the one messing up this business deal?" she thought out loud once more. "If you don't want me here, I can get back on a plane to New York."
"You are not going anywhere," he growled, "For my sanity, you are not leaving this country until I do."
She grinned seductively, but the smile was wiped away quickly as she found her release. He followed quickly, collapsing against her, holding her upright through shear determination. His sudden exhaustion caught him by surprise. Perhaps he hadn't caught up on the sleep he needed the previous evening.
"You okay, Bass?" she inquired as she felt his knees starting to give way. She quickly unwrapped her legs and found her footing to offer what little support she could.
He nodded slightly against her.
"Turn around and let me wash your back," she told him gently as she bent down to pick up the discarded soap from minutes earlier. He turned around without the slightest bit of hesitation even with the hint of mischief he saw in her eyes.
Blair started the bar across his back as she had stated previously. She loved watching the way his muscles tensed and relaxed wherever the traveling bar of soap took her. He was in a state of alert, preparing himself for her next plan of attack. She stopped for a few moments to direct him under the spray to remove the built up suds, admiring they way his back shone under the bright bathroom lights.
Her fingers trailed about the pronounced scars that she had left on his shoulders over the last year. They were becoming more and more permanent with each passing day. Had she not been so proud of the scars, she would have felt a little more guilt about marking him.
Blair then nudged him out of the spray again with her hip as she returned to her task of washing him clean. She reached around to caress his chest, starting from the top and slowly working her way lower. When she got dangerously close to his nether region, he quickly reached out to stop her.
"You are the devil," he hissed as his hand closed around her wrist roughly, "Forget about being the devil's mistress. You. . . Are . . . The . . . Devil."
"Does this mean that playtime is over?" she pouted as he turned to face her, backing her against the shower wall once more as he got under the cascading spray. He was intentionally holding her at a safe distance as she tried to advance upon him.
"Yes," he spoke firmly as he looked her dead in the eyes. "This deal is a whisper away from being finalized. While there is nothing in my world more important to me than you, this is too important. My team has exhausted themselves for months. I will not throw that all away. I will not do that to them, no matter how amazingly sexy I believe you are."
"I would never ask you to," she assured him. Her teasing was over. She could see the conflict in his eyes as he resisted her. Every fiber of his being was surely telling him to throw away the deal and keep her close, but he knew what he would be risking. He was a nineteen-year old kid working in an adult world with men and woman old enough to be his parents. He had earned their respect by respecting them. His strongest critics were starting to take him seriously. Business tycoon, Donald Trump, saw him as a legitimate threat. There was a time and a place for their playful games. Now was not it. This was important to him, so naturally it was important to her.
Blair spent the next fifteen minutes working to make absolutely certain that he was ready to leave at precisely the time he needed to.
"I'm sorry," he told her as he hesitated at the suite door just as he was about to leave. "I don't want you to think that I'm choosing this business deal over you."
"I know you're not," she assured him.
"Because I love you more than any of this," he continued on.
"I know," she repeated, "If I asked you to stay, I know you would, but I'd never ask you to do that. You and your team have worked very hard on this deal. I would never forgive myself if it all fell apart because of me."
"It would never fall apart because of you," he assured her with a light kiss on her lips. "I'll call you the moment my day is finished. Pick any restaurant in Tokyo, and we'll dine there this evening. My credit card is on the table next to your purse, purchase as much as you like. I love you."
"I love you," she replied as she kissed him once more before directing him out of the suite where Eugenia was waiting patiently for him. She had thought about knocking for a moment but decided against it. She knew her boss. He was struggling with having to leave Blair that morning as he had when they had first started their business trip, but he'd do so.
"See to it that Blair has a wonderful day," Chuck instructed Eugenia as he told her to basically take the day off and sightsee with Blair.
"Absolutely," Eugenia assured him.
TBC. . .
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