Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .txt) 📕

"Right here, Isabella?" Charles was down for the idea. He was very ready to do what she asked. But a look at the floor got him asking, "Are you sure, Isabella?"

Her legs tightened even more around him, and he almost groaned. That action of hers caused him to feel a constraint in his groin.

Then, in a teasing manner, she moved in an up-down manner, her movements slow and precise as she made their groins meet.

Damn... Charles thought as his hands held her securely.

 She was still the naughty girl she used to be. Just like he was yet to forget the version of the woman he knew in the past, he failed to let go of memories that involved her taking him on sexual paths he had never been on before. With her, he felt crazy and different. She made him crave her touch everywhere he was.

His jaws locking to contain his coming outburst, he made her look him in the eye. "Isabella, the floor is very dirty. Are you sure you still want me to take you?"

She resumed the slow grinding and smiled. "We don't need the floor, Charles. All we need is each other."

The look in her eyes was something else.

"Hmm. You sound like you have been yearning for this." His hands stopped her pleasuring motion. Firmly holding her buttocks, he said "I am glad you are voicing your needs. Is there anything else you-"

"Ugh, Charles... less talking," she complained as she tried to resume her teasing action from earlier. When she failed to do that, she stared into the man's eyes and said, "I want you to feel me. Everywhere."

The look in those innocent eyes of hers... Damn, they turned his head and without wasting much time, he smashed his lips onto hers.

Hungrily, he kissed and tugged and bit into her flesh, pushing her a little closer to the point of final pleasure. His hand in her hair, roughening it, his large palm holding her against his chest firmly, Charles knew at that moment that it was her.

It had always been Isabella Shade.

Ever since he met her, it was her and no one else.

So, he thanked the heavens for giving them a chance to meet again. Charles was certain that he wasn't going to let her slip out of his hold again. He will not allow it.

A small, sexy moan from the woman in his hold turned him even crazier and with a swift motion, he walked them to her desk and placed her on the glass surface.

Without breaking the liplock, his hands traced her knees. Slowly, his touch dragged over her thighs then, his thumbs found one of the many spots that he knew drove her crazy.

It was just very close to her breathtaking vulva which twitched at intervals with need. And as he circled his thumbs against her skin, she cried out, "Charles!"

One of her hands clutched his full hair and she used that grip to shift her hips closer to his warmth.

"Patient, my little girl," Charles murmured as he wore a little smirk.

"I want you... Charles." The twinkle in her eyes... Oh damn. It not only reminded him of the past and the good feelings embedded in it, but it also made him lose his senses even more at that moment.

"Do you really want this?" She nodded to his question. He was pleased she was no longer under the shell she had been ever since he re-entered her life. Perhaps the earlier drama with Gabriel changed her state of timidity.

His eyes trained on hers, he bent, his breath fanning her skin hotly.

For better access, his mouth drew back the hem of her gown and exposed part of her stomach. With her back arching, her body impatiently waiting, Charles decided to start placing his kisses from her belly button.

Then, his sensual touch traveled back down to her thighs. From there, he trailed hot, pepper kisses on the softness of both sides, increasing her cry for more.

Charles's smirk grew bigger as her small cries and short gasps reached his ears.

Panting, Isabella looked at him. "Why are you stopping?"

"Oh," he stood straight. "I don't know..." His hand found her vaginal area which was being guarded by her panties which felt like it was made out of good material. Two of his fingers ran through the outline of her vulva. "I just feel like..." his fingers went to pull the panty off "... teasing you a little bit.

Charles watched her as she silently watched and allowed him to take charge. "I miss this," she finally sighed as her underwear was halfway off her body.

He didn't give a response. Lips crashing onto hers again, a finger found her clit and it felt for the nerves in that small bud. A light, repetitive brush was all he gave, just like she always loved. Then, after some seconds, he ran his finger through the whole flesh of her growing wetness.

She broke the kiss as a moan escaped her mouth. "Please... touch me more," she begged again.

"If you say so, baby girl." His eyes twinkling, he walked past her and enjoyed the look of confusion on her face as he did that. Finding himself on her office chair, he grabbed her by the hand and gently dragged her toward him until her legs were spread in front of him, offering her pussy to his precious lips."Just sit pretty and let daddy take care of you."

"Mmm," she moaned as his lips found her center after he had slung her legs over his shoulders. With abandon, she bucked and begged for more silently, her sight struggling to stay still.

Charles was enjoying the way things were going. He enjoyed hearing her cry for him even when he was barely started. He loved how her hands wouldn't stop moving without a sense of direction. And, he enjoyed that he was able to be with her that way again after so many years.

For that reason, he gave it his all.

And, he gave her pleasure that she had never felt before.

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"I shouldn't be meeting you like this, Miss. Kane," Claire Oxford said as she stared seriously at the woman in front of her. "But I know we both want what's best for Charles. Well..." Miss Kane eyed the older woman as she rubbed her fingers against each other. "I want the best for him. But you want to be the best for him."