| "You realize what this warm liquid does to me, Greg dear?" She savored the last sip before holding out her glass for a refill.
"I can guess," he responded with a small smile on his lips, reaching for the bottle. "You seem happy and relaxed--I'm certainly driving back to the hotel."
"It puts Agent Perez to sleep." Chris stated matter-of-factly, as she watched the dark wine slosh against the sides. "And what's left is a woman who needs to be loved."
"Well, you already have that--my love and admiration. I knew I was right about you from the first time you rounded on me with that angry look." Greg laughed at the memory.
"Okay, so maybe that's not what I need," she corrected herself before leaning toward him. "I need to fuck you," she whispered. "Hard." Greg leaned back in his chair, considering her with a raised eyebrow.
"Not sure how I'd feel about myself if I took advantage of you in an inebriated state."
"Gonna be really pissed if you refuse," she hissed, "and besides, it'd mostly be the other way around. Don't need your chivalry tonight."
"Oh, but there's where you misunderstand--chivalry isn't something I turn off, lovely Christine. It's with my every thought." After a moment of reflection, he admitted, "Well, most of them, anyway. So, let's go before you have any more of that wine and make me feel worse about it."
Christine beamed triumphantly as she stood and dropped enough money on the table to pay for both their meals. Greg let it slide--it was really on the company, even though he disliked the symbolism.
As he opened the car door for her, she grabbed his tie, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Despite the balmy night, he could feel her heat as she pressed against him, and he began to swell with need.
"Chris," he moaned, breaking the kiss. She looked up at him with deep wells of yearning.
"Don't you want me?"
"Very much," he answered immediately, "but what about--"
"Then don't hesitate--take me to bed. This damsel will be in distress until you do."
Struggling to obey the speed limit, Greg drove them back to the hotel while Christine attempted to keep a hand on his erection. She giggled in wanton glee as he warded her off with his free hand.
"Don't make me wreck," Greg warned, but he was grinning at their game.
"Wouldn't that be a scene? 'Officer, my knight wrecked his chariot because he wants in my panties'."
"Knights didn't have chariots."
"But you do," she argued before going back to her teasing. "Want to feel something damp, my knight?"
"You are so going to get it."
"I'm counting on it--probably why I'm so wet. My body needs you."
"Then let me concentrate so we make it to the room."
"Hmm. Mind if I start without you?"
"That's just as distracting." He felt her wet finger against his cheek. "Jesus, Chris!"
"Relax," she laughed, "that was just my spit ... this time." |
