Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 8

Jennifer's P.O.V.     Very Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Enjoy.

"So you really love me, huh?" I say, smiling up at him as I unbuttoned his shirt.  I slowly release each button from each hole in his button down.  We both had just attended a gala to raise money to fight hunger in Ethiopia. I hadn't attended the gala as I wanted to, but as fellow supporter of the cause and without Connor on my arm. 

Instead he was across the room with ambassadors and the president of the United States who was originally here for other purposes, but decided suddenly popping up to the gala would be nice, which wasn't a coincidence.  He wanted to show the public that Connor was on his side, by broadcasting their friendly relationship at the Gala. Nobody there was trying to be a kind soul, they wanted publicity.  Craved Publicity and if it meant giving away some of their fortune, they were willing to make that sacrifice.  Caitlyn knew this and that is why she flaunted herself on Connor's arm the entire night. 

She tried to force her way into conversations, because she wanted to seem important, to make a name for herself.  I had to give it to her, she was brilliant. 

After the Gala everyone went home, except me.  Connor had called me over to talk, but us talking was the last thing we were going to do. Our little affair had continued after I came back from the States.  I knew his promise to leave Caitlyn still hung heavily in the air, but I wasn't worried about it lately.  I didn't know if it was love I felt for him, but it was something special--something strong. 

"Yeah, I do.  When are you going to ever tell me you love me back?" He asked, taking a hold of my hand and halting my movement. 

I sigh and stop unbuttoning his shirt.  I take a step away from him.  "When you leave Caitlyn," I say.

"I am, I am. I want to be with you and only you, I promise, but Caitlyn is too vindictive.  I have to do this in a way that she can't black mail me," He explains.

"She doesn't want to let the money go, so I know she will find some way to blackmail you." I roll my eyes and smile at him. "Fine, whatever. "

He smirks at me and finishes unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders.  He was gorgeous and everything about him was absolutely perfect, besides the fact that he was engaged to be married. 

He leaned down and took my lips, his hands rested at my waist, gently pulling me closer.  I felt his hard erection pressed against my lower half, causing a moan to rip from my mouth, but he quickly captured it. 

He broke the kiss only to turn me around so that he could unzip my dress. He slowly slid the zipper down, and then pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. 

I shivered at the touch of his soft lips to my delicate skin.  I turn around, taking hold of the straps on my dress and slid them off my shoulder — letting the dress pool around my feet.

I was now standing in front of him in a pair of lace panties and my matching bra.  Thank god my panties and bra were matching.  I didn't like thongs, I preferred boy shorts or lace panties. 

He moved forward and picked me up bridal style.  I giggled as he carried me over to the bed.  He laid me down gently, before backing away and staring down at me.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he breath, moving so that he was hovering over me.  He began to trail kiss down my neck to the top of my breast, and then he trailed back up to kiss my lips. He took hold of my hips, and flipped us over so that I was straddling him.  He sat up, skillfully unhooking my bra.