Robert wanted to surprise Holly but he also knew how things had been, how she wanted to be kept in the loop and frankly she deserved it. "Holly I am not trying to keep things from you but I've got to ask you to trust me here, I want this to be a surprise if it works out if it doesn't I will still tell you, promise, ." He tried to get her to see that it was nothing bad but he really just wanted to see her reaction if things worked out.
Holly could see that Robert was being sincere, she knew he was keeping her clued in on everything and this must be something he felt real passionate about. She trusted him and Laura and decided to just let herself be surprised when the time came. "Okay, you know I trust you more than anyone including myself most days."
Robert smiled, he placed a kiss on Holly's head.
"Robert is really one of the few guys you can always trust, the other being my husband who I am sure would love some time with his wife. You two call me if you need anything." Laura gave Robert a hug and then Holly.
Both hugged Laura back. "Give Kevin our love please." Holly said as Laura left. Both Robert and Holly straightened up a little bit. "So what would my gorgeous Holly like to do for the rest of the evening?" Robert asked, taking a seat on the couch.
Holly sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I just want to spend the rest of the evening in your arms. You know it's really too bad we don't have a sauna."
Robert rubbed her arm, just loving having her this close to him. Knowing she was safe. "It is. You could eat that caviar off me again." He chuckled and kissed her head.
"I don't need a sauna to do that darling but I do need caviar." Holly grinned as she looked up into Robert's eyes.
Robert loved the thought of watching her eat it off of him, feeling her mouth on him. Was there anything better than that? He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't realize how quiet he had became. The images bring a smirk to his face.
Holly could tell by that smirk on his face that his mind was going to naughty places which also enticed her. She placed a kiss on his cheek and then little ones along his jawline.
Robert snapped out of it and looked into her eyes. He kissed her gently. "How about I order us some champagne and you get a bubble bath ready for us?" Robert suggested, he wanted Holly to be able to relax and he knew she loved her bubble baths.
Holly's face lit up at the mention. "I would love that. Maybe see if they have some caviar too?" She winked at him as she stood up.
Robert stood up with her, a grin on his face while those images returned to his mind. "I'll have them bring it all up." He chuckled as he pulled her into his arms.
Holly laughed at his response. He always did love her doing that. She kissed him deeply before putting her hand on his chest. "We aren't going to make it to that bubble bath if we keep this up."
"Want to talk about keeping something up?" Robert got a wicked grin on his face, kissing her neck. He wanted to have that bath but more than anything he wanted Holly.
Holly was caught off guard but was definitely feeling it too. "Not quite the townhouse floor but it will do." She teased while she quickly got his buttons unbottoned. She placed a few kisses on his chest.
Robert made quick work of her shirt. He got her bra unhooked and sat back on the couch, pulling Holly onto his lap.
Holly placed her arms around his neck, looking down into his eyes. She loved seeing them so full of love and lust. She loved everything about him. She leaned down and captured his lips.
Robert intensified the kiss, working to get her pants undone. The two of them wasted no time getting the rest of their clothes off as they let passion take over once again. Holly rocked steadily as Robert's lips ravished her neck and her breasts. He had wanted this for so long, he had never not wanted this since falling for her in 83. Even in 92 he ached for her.
Holly met each of his thrusts in perfect unison, this intense love making quickly turning into something more between the two of them, something tender. She loved that about them.
