Title: Crueler Intentions
Chapter Title: Risky Bassness
Author: Shelby
A/N: Still loving all the wonderful reviews and appreciate them greatly.
Extra Note: The title for this chapter was derived from the movie Risky Business.
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"What the hell is wrong with you?" Blair spat as she stormed into his office. Her eyes were livid and almost wild. She marched right up to him and slammed her hand onto his desk.
Chuck only looked up with the upmost amused expression. He chuckled, "Why hello Miss Waldorf, won't you come in?" His hand motioned teasingly back to the door she had already slammed so hard it almost broke.
"Stop being a Basstard! Why would you send me those flowers? Now Jake's all upset," she hissed. Her small form moved around the desk in a flash and she pushed two tiny fists to his chest.
His chair rolled back some, but he caught himself. Chuck spoke defensively when he refuted, "I didn't put my name on them."
"Not the point," Blair scoffed, rolling her doe brown eyes. What angered her even more was she knew that he knew that. Yet, he wanted to play coy and mess around. Well it was not going to happen…
Chuck stood up and smirked seductively, moving towards her. "Oh come on, he has to know other guys want up on you. You're fucking sexy," he rasped, lips close to her ear. Then he trailed kisses down the side of her neck.
"You are unbelievable," she muttered. She tried to keep herself from melting into his embrace. Instead she stood stiff and awkward.
His hands slid around her back and down to her bottom. He lifted her with ease and set her atop his desk. Then he spread her legs and stood in between them.
"I can make you feel better," Chuck promised, creating a hickey on her neck.
"You always want to make out with my neck," she pointed out. She still didn't understand his obsession with it, but damn sure knew he had one.
"Mhmmm…" he replied in a moan.
She pushed a hand to his chest and glared at him sternly. Then she shook her head and told him, "I'm not in the mood. You are doing exactly what you did at the Cotillion and—"
"Blair, I would actually be turned on by my jealousy if you would come to me at the end of the day and show me who you really want. We both know it isn't him. Just fool around with me in secret until we're done with what we need to do," Chuck ordered, speaking tersely. He was just as serious though of course. His hands placed themselves on her thighs and he pushed up the skirt, smirking down at them.
Blair watched him carefully and spoke with caution. "Am I just your sex toy, Chuck?" she asked quietly.
He looked up at her and shook his head. "Hell no. I love your mind way too much, your devious mind. It's so sexy," Chuck complimented. He then kissed her cheek and traced his lips down the side of her face, back to her lips.
Blair moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head. She let him undo the buttons of her shirt and open it, kissing down her chest. And then she said something she never should have.
"I had to fake an orgasm last night."
Chuck pulled back and a huge grin came to his lips. His dark eyes lit up and he cupped her cheek, pressing his forehead to hers.
"And you always say things that make me happy,," he beamed.
She nodded, but rolled her eyes. "Judging by your stick shift against the front of my leg, I'd say you certainly are."
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Blair and Chuck lied curled up to each other on the floor of his office. He had thrown his trench coat over their naked bodies, turned off all the lights, and locked the doors. Both had dozed off after hours and hours of endless enjoyment and were now beginning to come back.
Chuck waited until he knew she was fully awake and turned his body into hers. He brought her close to him, kissing her shoulder, and speaking solemnly.
"How'd you do it? What keeps him from just getting a prostitute like every other businessman I meet with? He does have a wife after all," Chuck reminded her.
Blair looked at him, knowing the tone. She then sat up and made him get on his back. She got on top of him. She sat just before his bottom, on his lower back, and leaned down to massage his shoulders. He was so tense—and perhaps she was partly the reason.
"Because he knows a prostitute won't care about him. His wife is what he considers a bitch, but really just any other woman who wants her man to face reality. But men hate that. He wants to feel like I love him. He likes to hear me say his john is big and his gut is small even if it's a lie. You couldn't understand because you know that you have both of those things," Blair explained, whispering sensually in his ear at the last part. She wanted to make him feel good because when Chuck doubted himself it always ended badly.
"I still would like you to say my dick is big," Chuck smirked. They both knew it was. He felt her swat his back playfully and then she jumped down on him. He loved the feel of it.
"Don't be a bad boy or I will spank you on your bottom," she teased with a light giggle. Then she started to kiss the back of his neck like he always had for her. They seemed to be trading places quite a lot lately.
He closed his eyes and mused, "Well you are my little vixen after all."
"But for now only in secret," Blair added in a whisper. She then lied down on top of his back completely and held on tight. She knew they both couldn't wait until now was over. But were they willing to admit that before it was?
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A/N: The show gives you Eva/Chuck sexy times. I shall give you this. Because I no longer pay attention to the alien copies that abducted Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf and replaced them with fakes. Meanwhile the real CB is locked up in a prison under their mutant leader, Stephanie Savage.
Okay, I'm done. I must admit it was a fun rant though, hehe. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
UPDATED A/N: This story was deleted by the site due to a mistake on my part in the story's description. I am currently re-uploading it.