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With a moan she allowed all her worries to disappear as Chris made love to her with his mouth. He worked her, taking his time to hit all the spots that he knew would set her off. When she screamed out her first organism he groaned, but he didn't stop until she was on the verge of coming again.
"You feel like helping me out, Munchkin?" Chris asked, giving her slit one last lick before standing up. He cupped the back of her knees as he pressed his jean clad erection against her and smiled as he licked his lips clean.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked, slightly panting as Chris ground himself against her.
"It depends, Munchkin," he drawled lazily as he gently pulled her forward until she was sitting on the very edge of the desk and sliding her arms around his neck.
"On what?" she asked, leaning forward to press a kiss against the light pink scar tissue on the side of his neck.
"On whether or not you think you can handle more?" Chris asked on a groan as he rubbed against her.
Smiling, she cupped his face with one hand and with the other she ran her hand down his chest, loving the way the soft grey tee-shirt hugged every muscle on Chris' impressive chest. When she reached the spot where the large swell of her stomach prevented her from running her hand down his body any further she inwardly sighed as she dropped her hand to the side and beneath her stomach to cup the large erection threatening to rip through his jeans to get to her.
"Do you want me to handle it?" she asked teasingly as she gave it a gentle squeeze that had Chris bucking in her hands and hissing in a breath.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "I want you to do more than handle it," he said, even as reached between them and undid his pants. Isabella didn't wait to be asked, she pulled his zipper down and reached into his boxer shorts and pulled him out, taking her time to run her hand up and down his length, enjoying the smooth soft skin over hard hot steel.
She opened her legs wider as she used his length to pull him closer. He came willingly, but made no move to take what they both knew he wanted. Chris was once again protecting her and the baby. As much as he wanted her, and she knew that the man wanted her, usually several times a day, he always hesitated to make sure that he didn't hurt her.
Biting back a sigh, she pulled him a little closer and used his erection to tease her swollen lips. He sucked in a breath as his hands slapped down hard on the workstation on either side of her ass as he dropped his mouth to hers, taking her mouth in a savage kiss that left her panting and desperate to have him.
As much as she wanted him, she wanted this moment more, the moment where she thought she'd die if he didn't slide inside of her. It turned her on more than anything and judging by the way his c**k jumped in her hand as she continued to rub the large silky head through her slit she knew that he loved it just as much as she did.
"I need you, Chris," she said, sounding almost desperate and for good reason.
She was.
There was just something about this man that drove her crazy and she couldn't get enough of him, probably never would. It didn't matter that it was barely seven in the morning or that they'd just made love not thirty minutes ago in the shower, she needed him. Now. She knew that it would always be this way with him. Even when they were two hundred years old and their time was nearly over she knew that she wouldn't be able to get enough of him.
"You have me, Munchkin," Chris said against her lips as he slowly pushed in, careful of her stomach as he released a loud moan of pleasure that had her toes curling,
His thrusts were slow and careful as he reached down and grabbed the hem of her Indian Jones vintage tee shirt and pulled it up. They broke the kiss long enough for her to help him pull it up and off her, leaving her in only the lacy pale lavender bra that she knew he liked.
Chris wrapped his arms around her waist as he carefully leaned her back. He held her tightly as he ran his mouth down her neck, kissing and suckling her skin as he went. When he reached the tops of her large br**sts she wrapped her arms around his head, gently running her fingers through his short silky dark, almost black hair and closed her eyes, savoring his touch.
When he licked his way down to her lace covered nipple and began licking that sensitive area she held his head tightly to her breast as she licked her lips and did her best to move against him, letting him know that she needed more. With a growl of approval he tightened his hold around her, never releasing his hold on her nipple as he picked her up and walked over to the large leather couch.
In seconds, he was sitting in the middle of the couch, her bra was ripped off and he was licking, sucking and worshiping her br**sts with barely controlled passion. She cried out when he tugged her nipple into his mouth and suckled, sending a shot of pleasure from her nipple straight to her clit.
The man was a god in bed, she thought just before he released her nipple with a loud pop and somehow rearranged her so that she was on her hands and knees on the couch with her forehead pressed against the soft armrest as he pounded into her from behind.
When he released a loud groan she knew what was coming, but once again she was unprepared for the orgasm that ripped through her body. She gripped the leather armrest tightly as his name was ripped from her throat. As much as she would have loved to have been able to hold it back, especially with about twenty computer techs working right next door, she couldn't, never could and if she tried, Chris would work that much harder to make her lose it. The man loved to make her scream.
A shiver tore through her body when Chris leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the middle of her back and damn if her body didn't throb in anticipation. His soft chuckle let her know that he felt it.
"I'm game if you are, Munchkin," he said even as she registered his c**k hardening impossibly further inside of her. She opened her mouth to tell him that she'd kill him if he didn't take her again when her office door flew open and slammed into the wall, startling her enough to instinctively grab the throw blanket that she kept on the back of the couch and haphazardly throw it over her back.
"I've been waiting for thirty minutes for you damn people to finish," Kale said in way of greeting as he stormed into the room, uncaring that he caught them na**d and in a rather embarrassing position, again.
Chris sighed heavily as he helped adjust the blanket over her. "I know you like him, Munchkin, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to kill him. "
Kale simply snorted at that little announcement as he swiped Isabella's shirt and pants off the floor and tossed them to her before he sat down on her desk chair. She made sure to throw him a murderous glare as she got dressed beneath the blanket, but of course the damn shifter simply winked at her, unconcerned that she was considering letting Chris kick his ass. Not that it would be easy, there was a reason why Kale was considered the best mercenary in their world after all.
"You know that you scared off half your staff with that first scream, right?" Kale asked conversationally as he picked through her bowl of mini chocolates and helped himself to what appeared to be her last peanut butter cup.
With her eyes narrowed, she got up to tear him apart when Chris grabbed her by her arms, sighed and settled her on his lap. "I'll get you another bag. "
"But it's the last one!" she pointed out before adding, "by default that makes it the tastiest one of them all!"