Author's Note- Sorry for the delay. I hope this chapter was worth waiting for. Thank you to everyone who took the time to review. Thanks to everyone who is reading this. Massive thanks to my two wonderful betas. They know who they are.

She didn't look at him as the sedan pulled away from the curb, but it didn't matter because he couldn't have seen her anyway through the tinted windows of the town car. He'd been talking at her since the night of the dinner, urging her to change her mind and stay home, without actually coming right out and saying that he wanted her to stay home. Her suitcase was in the trunk, her passport was in her purse, and she was in a limo on the way to the airport to fly to Belize. She cracked her knuckles and ignored the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror.

The car drove past the main terminals, down a side road, and out onto the tarmac that housed several airplane hangers. The Bass jet was out, and the stairs were down for boarding. She barely registered that the crew was taking her bag and loading it into the cargo hold, or that she should really be getting out of the car, because her conscience was screaming at her to tell the driver to take her home, to take her back to her husband. She told her conscience to shut up, because this was a business trip, and that was all. Just a poorly timed business trip.

The driver opened her door, and she walked, purposefully, across to the plane. An attendant told her Mr. Bass was running late, but that they should be taking off soon and to make herself comfortable. Blair nodded and walked up the steps as if boarding a private jet was a regular occurrence for her.

Her jaw nearly dropped when she got a look at the inside of the jet. She'd grown up flying first class, but seeing this now, she decided she'd only ever experienced coach. Hell, this plane made first class look like the baggage hold on a bus.

Blair sat down in one of the plush, individual seats, and ran her hands over the soft leather.

And then she thought about the man who owned this plane... and she felt her entire body flush. She had to get out of there. What had she been thinking? She stood up. And in that moment she felt only the need to flee, and thought nothing of her career.

She'd just taken a step towards the door when her way was blocked.

"Mrs. Humphrey." Chuck greeted smoothly.

"Mr. Bass." Blair returned cooly as she sat down again in her seat.

Chuck walked up to take a seat, and his leg brushed her hand where it lay on the armrest. She pulled it away like it had burned her and carefully folded her hands in her lap. He didn't say anything, and neither did she over the incident. They only started speaking when they were in the air and started going over business.

They arrived in Belize and were taken to the hotel compound where they were shown to an exclusive private villa. Chuck spoke with the manager in the spacious living room, while Blair wandered out onto the patio. Chuck's gaze followed her as she went, noting how the wind blew her long dark hair around her shoulders. After a few minutes Chuck dismissed the staff, saying they'd be ready for dinner in an hour, and followed Blair.

Blair stood at the edge of the infinity pool, but was staring out at the beach and ocean, with eyes wide with awe.

"Well... this isn't hideous." She whispered.

A real smile curved his lips. "So glad you approve..."

She turned her head towards him with a smirk, and was momentarily mesmerized by one of the most genuine smiles she'd ever seen on his face. He was a very attractive man, she could acknowledge that, but when he smiled like that... it did something to her insides.

She cleared her throat. "We should get ready for dinner..."

They retreated to their separate rooms in the villa to change, and then spent an enjoyable night being wooed by the staff and management. Part of her knew it was more than that, part of her knew that she was also very much enjoying Chuck's company. By the time they got back to the villa Blair was feeling lightheaded, and she'd hardly touched alcohol tonight. She said a swift goodnight to Chuck and retreated to her room, not wanting to meet his eyes, and not wanting to hint at how much she'd enjoyed being with him this evening. She took a long, cold shower and still it took her forever to fall asleep.

The next morning Blair woke up at her usual early hour. She stretched happily in her position in the middle of the king sized bed, savouring the comfort and space she had. The air conditioning was on, but she could practically taste the humidity on the other side of the huge sliding glass doors. Throwing back the sheets, she jumped out of bed and hurried to her suitcase. She knew exactly where her suits were, having carefully packed her bag herself, and pulled out both swimsuits. The first was a fashionable 40's style one piece, that looked cute on her and was more than modest. The second... was a string bikini that she only wore when she was alone, or it was just she and Dan at the cottage. Blair didn't even know why she'd packed it...

She looked out at the pool longingly. She imagined Chuck was the type who'd sleep in in the mornings, and so she tossed the heavier garment back into her bag. Stripping out of her light pyjamas, she slipped the bottoms on, and then quickly tied on the top.

When Blair first stepped out onto the stone patio the hot, heavy air seemed to sweep into her and weigh down her breath. Walking to the pool it felt like she was moving through soup. The water felt deliciously good as she carefully walked down the steps and waded into the pool's depth. It was too hot to do lengths, and so she just moved around until she settled on floating leisurely on her back. She shut her eyes, enjoying the temperature of the water and the weightless relaxation, barely registering the picking up of the wind across the pool.

Then she felt something else, like a current that slivered through her, setting goose flesh racing over her skin. She jerked in the water with a splash, and looked around as she pushed her wet hair back from her face. Her eyes widened.

Chuck.

He stood on the pool deck, the wind blowing his silk robe around him, giving peeks at the boxers he wore underneath. The wind was so strong that it blew the water out of the pool, up over the deck, and across his bare feet. For once his hair wasn't perfect, but strewn across his forehead from both sleep and the weather. She had no idea how long he'd been there. Or how long he'd been staring at her with such intensity.

For long minutes it was only them, their eyes only for each other, and the wind.

The sirens that suddenly started blaring from various sections of the resort startled them both from the moment.

"What the hell is that? Are we about to be air raided?" She asked incredulously as her head craned at the sound, not sure what exactly was going on.

"No, last time I checked it wasn't 1943." He looked around quickly and swore. "Blair, get out of the pool!"

For a second she was thrown off by his use of her given name, but then she was caught in the urgency of his tone. On instinct she waded to the steps and he met her there, offering his hand and practically yanking her from the water.

The sirens seemed to dip low and get louder depending on the gusts of wind, a wind that was ever picking up, and pelting them. His arm swept around her, pulling her with him, and they ran through the patio doors a half second before a deck chair was thrown through it by the wind. Blair screamed as the glass shattered, vaguely registering that Chuck had put his body between her and the glass, protecting her. His arm was still around her as they ran to the most internal and, from what the briefly glanced at earlier emergency brochure said, was the safest room in the villa.

Chuck shoved her into the bathroom first, running in behind her and slamming the thick wooden door shut, clicking the lock. The room was plunged into darkness, and as the door rattled, threatening to blow in, they worked together to push a heavy armoire in front of it.

For long moments all they could hear was the wind railing outside, and each other's breath panting in the heavy darkness. Something huge rammed the wall beside them, and they both jumped towards each other, arms wrapping around one another as they sunk to the ground, making themselves a smaller target.

As time passed they got used to the howl of the wind coupled with the sounds of objects crashing into each other. Blair realized she was clutching Chuck, and being held just as tightly back.

She pulled back quickly, and felt cold instantly, so wrapped her arms around herself. Soon she heard Chuck moving about in the darkness.

"What are you doing?" She demanded.

"Checking my email." He returned dryly.

She scowled as she listened to him opening and closing cabinets and drawers. She heard his grunt of success a minute before he lit a match and lit the first of several candles he'd found. Soon they were dimly, but adequately, lit in the windowless room. Slipping up onto her knees Blair peered into one of the open cabinets. "What else do we have?"

Chuck came up with two bottles of champagne, some over priced and undersized chocolates... and three boxes of condoms. Blair looked away, glad it was so dark so that he wouldn't notice she was blushing. She started going through the cupboard next to her and came up with half a dozen dry, fluffy towels. The wind had pretty much taken care of drying her from the pool, so she started to spread the towels over the tile and bathmats, attempting to make them a more comfortable place to sit. As they settled in, not knowing how long they'd be trapped in there, they looked over their haul. Blair picked up one of the bottles.

"My room only had bottled water." She said, disgruntled, as she scanned the label on the excellent bottle.

A small smile broke across his mouth as he took the vintage from her hands. "I am the CEO..."

"Water would probably do us better now..."

"Perhaps..." He commented as he popped the cork. "But beggars can't be choosers."

"I guess you're right. If this is the end... I want to go with Dom 95." She said with a haughty air.

He chuckled as he took a swig of the bottle.

"Wow." Blair said with a sigh. "He does know how to laugh."

Chuck raised a brow as he handed her the champagne. "I am human..."

"Really? Is that what you'd call what you are?" She teased as she took a very long swig from the bottle. Fortification.

"What would you call me?" Chuck asked as he watched her drink with admiration.

She blanched because suddenly the only word that came to mind was 'perfect'. She went with something else. "A pain in the ass." She deadpanned as she handed him the bottle.

"Well, well, well... someone thinks we're going to die, and so is letting it all hang out." He laughed again, and Blair realized how much she loved the sound.

"Oh, no, no." Blair shook her head and reached for the bottle after he'd taken a drink. "I just know I'm going to sue you for poor workplace safety and then be able to retire for the rest of my life."

He nearly choked on the chocolate he'd just put into his mouth. "Good to know..."

They continued passing the bottle back and forth over the next half hour. They didn't say much because each had so many questions that they'd never dared to ask. Chuck leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes, and breathing deeply.

"So tell me, Mrs. Humphrey, why does one get married before they're even finished university?" His head slid to the side to look at her with eyes only slightly cracked open.

"Why does anyone get married?" She countered defensively, definitely not wanting to talk about the reason she got married so young.

"Love... I would imagine."

She tensed at his words, and struggled to find her own.

"That would be one reason I suppose..." She said noncommittally as she nibbled on a chocolate.

"Was it your reason?"

"Yes, of course." She said to quickly. She looked away, and he looked at her.

"What about you?" She asked as her eyes came up with challenge in them.

"Me?" He looked confused as he took a long swig from the bottle, and a second drink as he thought about her lips having been pressed to the glass as well.

"You've had a girlfriend for forever, at least that's what office gossip says, and yet you haven't popped the question? Don't you love her?"

He scowled at having his own logic flipped back at him, but something in him kicked up. So few people had the guts to challenge him, and something in him loved the way she did. His brow knit together. "Maybe we should talk about something else."

Blair smiled smugly as she took another sip from the bottle. "Very well. What shall we discuss?"

If they weren't both starting to feel the affects of the alcohol kick it, they would have registered how easy it was for them to fall into engaging conversation. They somehow landed on their childhoods, and shared their histories, more than what had come up on her with his PI, or her extensive Google searches on him. Chuck opened the second bottle as they came to their teen years. She was the one to initiate talk of firsts. First kisses. First boy/girlfriends. First times.

By that point they were leaning up against the wall, legs stretched out, and shoulders touching. They were moving through the second bottle in an easy silence. The wind still howled, the world still thundered outside, but their small sanctuary seemed immune. The candles flickered in the room, as if their breath had the power to stir everything.

Blair felt him beside her, not just where their shoulders touched, but deep inside her she felt him with her. She looked down at her hands, and then slowly over at him. He was already staring at her. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her to lean over to him. He met her half way, and his lips gently ran across hers before he pulled back to look into her deep brown eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked. He knew he wanted this more than anything, but he also knew he wanted her to want it too.

She looked into his eyes, even more golden in the candlelight, and knew that she wanted him above anything right now. Even the storm that raged outside didn't dim her desire for him. Her desire was more than the threat of death, her desire for him had been a hot, growing coil since the moment they met. Her desire for him was like life.

"No more talking." She whispered before her hot mouth swooped in to devour his, and she shifted, throwing a leg over his lap so that she was straddling him.

Blair ground her body against his, and she felt him growl against her lips. His hands latched onto her hips and he thrust up against her several times, letting her feel his hard cock against her heat through the thin fabric of his robe and boxers and her bikini. Blair moaned as her body reacted and soaked them both as they continued to kiss and grind against each other. Desperate to get closer.

She felt his hands slide up her flank to pull the string of her bikini at her back. Blair's hands left his shoulders, where they'd been clutching his robe, and she pulled the bow undone at her neck. Chuck ripped the fabric away with impatience, his large hands quickly coming up to squeeze her now naked breasts. Blair gasped, and her head fell back. She moaned as he replaced one of his hands with his mouth, latching onto her nipple and sucking so hard it nearly hurt.

"Chuck!" She half screamed as she felt his teeth scrape her sensitive flesh.

He smiled against her skin. It felt like he'd waited forever to hear her say his name with such desire.

Blair pulled his head up so she could kiss him again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, and loving the way he growled with pleasure when she did. Not taking her mouth from his she started shoving his robe from his shoulders, and he helped her by shrugging out of it.

With him now in nothing but boxers, she leaned back to look at him. A fine sheen of sweat had spread over his skin, dampening the thick chest hair that ran down him. She raked her nails from where it started just below his shoulder down to the trail that disappeared under the waist of his boxers. Her nails left trails of red where they'd scraped his skin.

Chuck gasped and caught her hands sharply. Blair's eyes went wide, surprised by her own aggression, and ready to hear him scold her for her... But when she met his gaze she saw nothing but fire, passionate fire, that told her he not only liked what she'd done, but he wanted her to do it again. That he wanted more. In his eyes she could see that he wanted all of her. She knew this as much as she knew that she wanted all of him.

Blair lifted up on her knees as she pulled the ties at her hips and pulled the bottom of her suit from her body. She looked at him, looking at her, and she felt like the sexiest creature in the world. Without a word, as if he couldn't stop himself, Chuck hurriedly gathered her into his arms, holding her flush against him, and slammed his mouth into hers. He flipped her backwards quickly, but cushioned her fall against the towels on the floor.

As she looked up at him, and she couldn't catch her breath. When he pulled his dick from his boxers, stroking his huge length as his eyes ate up her panting, wanting body, she was sure she was having a heart attack.

"Chuck, please..." She whimpered, and spread her legs open further, in all ways inviting him in.

Chuck swallowed hard, and it seemed like he too couldn't catch his breath. Reaching away from her he grabbed a condom.

Blair saw his hands shake and pushed herself up to take it from him. She couldn't resist stroking his dick first, still in awe of his size. Chuck cursed and begged as she moved her hand in tight, sure motions. He pulled her hand away when he was sure he was going to come across her stomach before he got anywhere near her pussy.

Her sexy pout turned into a cry of passion as his fingers found her clit, and circled it in a way that had her shooting over the edge into an orgasm that took her by surprise. She never came so fast from just a short touch. The condom had fallen from her fingers, and he picked it up, ripped open the package, and slipped it on.

Chuck placed his tip at her wet entrance, and looked down at her, waiting. Her gorgeous eyes opened, and met the question in his.

"Yes." She commanded with all the want that was inside of her for him.

He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into her, inch by endless inch, and she screamed as her back arched off the toweled floor in rioting pleasure. Nothing and no one had ever felt this good or this right inside of her before. Chuck's arms nearly gave out, and he nearly came on the spot, because nothing in all his sexual experience felt as good as being inside Blair. He didn't think anything could feel better. Then he started to move.

The both moaned as their hips began to slide together. Slowly at first, as if they each wanted to savour these first few thrusts, but it wasn't long before desire and instinct over took them. He pumped his hips fast against her, desperate to go deeper. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels urging him to go harder, faster. And he did.

He fucked her so hard it verged on pain, but nothing had ever felt so good to her.

She was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, her body flushed, and sweat drenched. Her breasts moving with his thrusts. Her hips lifting to meet him. It was like he was a starving man, and needed to consume her.

She couldn't believe the sounds that were coming out of her. She felt the first movements of her orgasm, deep in her belly, and her fingers clawed around him, raking down his back to draw him closer.

The action sped up both their movements, if possible, and their bodies twisted and slammed against each other in their desperate race. Grunts and gasps of desperate pleasure filled the small space. And then it happened, like the break of a thunderstorm. Chuck slammed his cock so hard and so deeply into her that they shattered into orgasm. Blindly they fucked through the pleasure, desperate and clutching, praying the power of it didn't kill them.

"CHUCK!" Blair screamed his name.

"BLAIR!" Chuck screamed in unison.

The collapsed together, taken in by the greatest sex of their lives.