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“There’s big money in startup companies. With the right product or process, people can make tens of millions. Kurt’s business has the potential to do hundreds of millions, maybe more. Whoever owns that patent will probably become obscenely wealthy. That’s why it’s so important.”
“Does this happen a lot? The stealing?”
“You hear stories.” Chris toys with my fingers. “I’ve never had it happen before. I should have been more careful with the information. Because of me, Kurt could lose it all. This was supposed to be his family’s future. It could take care of them for the rest of their lives. Without this, Kurt, his employees, everyone involved, has nothing.”
“You can’t blame yourself,” I say softly, finally understanding his distress. It’s not just that he thinks he failed others, he thinks he’ll be viewed as a failure, too, even despite all his successes.
“Yeah, I can.” Chris runs a hand through his hair, and I’m briefly ashamed that in this moment I still find his anxious gesture so sexy. “I should have anticipated a deal this big could attract the wrong kind of attention.”
“So, if you prove the files were stolen, you can get the patent back? You can save Kurt’s company?”
“I hope so. I’m trying to.”
“I think I understand why you’re so good at what you do.” I squeeze his hand. “You take on people’s goals and make them your own. That’s why you’re taking this patent thing so hard. You feel responsible for everyone else, and you put their needs first. Especially Charlie’s. That’s why you stayed away from me in the beginning and why you didn’t tell me about being an investor. I get it.”
Chris looks dumbfounded. “I…well, you’re not mad?”
“No. You were just trying to take care of the people around you. I respect that.”
“God, I love you.” Chris reaches for me, and before I have time to make a confession of my own, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom.
“I need you, Lisa,” he breathes.
He sets me gently on the bed and begins slowly removing my clothes. One by one, he undoes the buttons on my shirt and parts the material to reveal my breasts, framed in a pale blue, lace bra. I gasp as he puts his mouth over the lace and sucks my nipple, coaxing it into a firm peak. I arch my back and feel his warm hand cover me, molding me to his liking as his tongue slides over me.
He pulls the lace down, freeing my breast, and gently bites down on my nipple, tugging it slightly. I gasp, and he sucks me into his mouth to cool the burn. I thread my fingers in his hair, holding him to me.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Was I too rough?”
“No. Do it again.”
Chris pulls both my breasts free from their cups and massages them in his hands, using his teeth and tongue to mold them into hard buds. The mixture of pleasure and pain is building the sweetest ache between my legs, and I rock my hips upward, desperate for his touch to soothe the burn.
“We’re taking it slow this time, remember?” he breathes into my mouth as he kisses me, his tongue stroking mine ever so slightly before he turns his attention back to my nipple.
“This isn’t slow. It’s torture. Please…” My need is too great. I can’t speak; I can only moan and roll my hips, using the friction of my jeans to offer the slightest comfort.
“I like it when you beg like this,” Chris growls. He spreads my legs and lays on top of me, his weight adding to the pressure I crave. But he makes no move to undress me further. He simply lets his hips rest on mine as he continues to nibble and suck on my nipples. “No moving,” he cautions as I try to buck against him.
But I can’t be still. The ache is too great. I writhe against him, straining for relief, and he pulls away before I can take my pleasure. He sits next to me and traces the swell of my breast with his fingertip. “Uh, uh, uh,” he says. “Not yet.”
I eye the wicked smirk he wears, the bulge in his pants, and nearly come right there. How is it possible that a man can be so sexy? “You’re right,” I exhale, trying to slow my breathing. “I shouldn’t be the only one having fun. Why don’t you take your pants off and join me?”
“Actually, this is the most fun I’ve had in bed. I love seeing you needy.” His green eyes shine mischievously. “I wonder how long I can tease you without making you come?” Chris stands and whips off his shirt then his pants. He straddles me, brushing his solid cock over my breasts. My nipples are still hard, and his cock brushing against them feels, and looks, positively wicked. I love it. I toss my head back and push my breasts into his cock, loving the feel of his solid shaft caressing me.
“You like that, don’t you?” Chris asks. He rocks forward so his cock is just out of reach of my mouth, and I moan hungrily. “You are so sweet, and innocently beautiful to everyone else, but for me you’re sexy and uninhibited and a little naughty. Damn, that’s hot.”
Chris scoots back to my legs and begins to undo my jeans, finally. The burn has subsided, but it’s still there, ready to ignite with the simplest touch.
He discards my jeans and panties on the floor and kneels between my legs, his fingers skimming gently over my pussy. “I love how smooth you are here. How soft.” He lets a finger slip between my folds. “How wet.”
He spreads me apart, exposing my clit to the cool air, and I shiver, both from the chill and the anticipation of what’s to come. He bends forward and flicks his tongue gently over my swollen bud, and a husky moan escapes my lips. That sweet burn is back, building with each pass of his tongue, and I roll my hips upward, offering myself to him.
Chris rolls his tongue leisurely over my center, drinking me in. His teeth playfully nip at my clit, tugging it into his mouth so he can suck on me while his fingertips tease my entrance. Then his slides his fingertip over my clit, coating it with my need, before gently sucking me into his mouth again. I hover on the brink of ecstasy as Chris works me with his fingers and tongue. God, I want to come, need release, but I’ve never been this aroused before, and I want to endure the sweet ache of Chris’s touch as long as possible.
