"Right here Isabella?" Charles was down for the idea. 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, he almost groaned. In a teasing manner, she went up and down, slowly.


Damn, she was still the naughty girl she used to be.

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. "I am glad you are finally voicing that."

"Ugh Charles. Less talking. I want you to feel me. Everywhere." The look in those innocent eyes of hers. Damn, they turned his head and without any much time, he smashed his lips unto hers.


Hungrily, he kissed and tugged and bit, pushing her a bit 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.

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

He thanked the Universe for uniting them again. And he sure wasn't going to let her slip out of his hold again.

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

Without breaking the liplock, his hands traced all the way from her knee, slowly to her thighs then to that one of the many spots that he knew drove her crazy.

It was just very close to her breathtaking center and as he rubbed his thumbs against each side of her inner thigh, she cried, "Charles!" Her hand clutched his hair and she shifted even closer.

"Patient, my little girl."

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

"Do you really want it?" She nodded. He was pleased she was no longer under the shell she had been ever since he entered her life. Perhaps the earlier drama with Gabriel changed all that.

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

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

Then back down to her thigh. From there, he trailed hot, pepper kisses on both sides, increasing her cry for more.

Charles smirked.

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

"Oh," he stood straight. "I don't know..." His hand found her pussy which was being guarded by some nice material panties. Two of his fingers ran through them. "I just feel like..." The fingers went to pull the panty off.

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

He didn't give a response. Lips crashing onto hers again, a finger found her clit and felt. Just a light brush like she always liked. Then he ran it through the whole flesh.

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

"If you say so baby girl." Smirking, he walked past her and enjoyed the look on her face as he did. Finding himself on her office seat, he grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards him. "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 eyes struggling to stay still.

Charles was enjoying the view. He enjoyed watching her cry for him even when he was barely started. 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 gave her pleasure like she had never felt before.

~

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

"I want the best for him. But you want to be the best for him."

"I-" A hand raised up was enough to shut her up.

"I know a way we can help each other."

"And that is?" Claire actually liked her. Christina was confident. She didn't let their last contact turn her to a jittering fool.

Claire pushed her Burberry purse aside and placed her hands on the table in a classy way. "This woman you speak of. Are you certain Charles intends to marry her?"

Christina's hair danced as she nodded. "I heard him clearly. And I think they are getting closer. She calls him very often."

"When last did you see her?"

"This morning. She spent a great deal in his room."

Claire scoffed. Why would a lady like Christina waste her time stalking when she could get any other man? "What's her name?"

"Isabella Shade," she said, adjusting her off shoulder white top.

"Isabella Shade... hmm." Claire was certain she was a nobody. She wondered what this Isabella had on her son. She certainly wasn't going to let her anymore close to him. "When next will she be here?"

Well, Christina's eyes went towards the entrance of the restaurant. "Well, she is actually here."