The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 183

Jenny sighed heavily as she climbed out of her car. At about three o’clock that afternoon, her day had gone straight to hell, with a major order getting messed up. She’d spent six hours trying to sort it out, and she was crawling home now, exhausted.

Chris opened the door for her. “Wow. You look wiped out.”

“I am.” She craned her neck as he helped her with her coat. “But it’s all OK now. The order will come in at five a.m. tomorrow, and we’ll still make it.”

“The wedding will get its main course?”

“Yeah.” She rubbed her eyes. “I’ll never use that supplier again though, I swear.”

Chris held out his arms, and she stepped into them with a moan of pleasure as he massaged her shoulders. He kissed her forehead, then pulled back a bit.

“You ate, right?”

Jenny nodded. “Yeah. The awesome thing about owning a restaurant is that even as you’re shouting at five different people on the phone, you can stuff your face between threats and expletives.” She grinned. “And? You don’t even have to clean up after. That’s what the kitchen staff are for.”

Chris laughed. “Come on, then. Your bath is ready.”

She looked up at him. “My what?”

“Your bath.” He took her hand. “And dessert.”

“Dessert?”

“Uh-huh. You’ll see.”

He led her upstairs into the master bathroom. Jenny smiled when she saw the candles and the bath full of bubbles.

“Oh, Chris. It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Get undressed, baby. Climb in and relax.” He gestured to the counter. “I have some strawberries and wine here, too.”

“You what?” she said.

“Yep. You soak and drink, I’ll feed you.” His eyes were hot. “Sounds good?”

“Oh, yeah. It sounds great.” Her breath was coming faster now. “But I want you to join me.”

“In the tub?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d love to,” he said softly.

They discarded their clothes, and Chris helped her in. The water was warm, fragrant, and Jenny sank down with a groan. He sat down across from her and handed her a glass of wine. Jenny took a sip, closed her eyes, and leaned back against the edge of the large tub. She felt all the tension just seeping out of her body now, and she sipped again.

“Here.” Chris was holding a strawberry. “Open those sweet lips, baby.”

She did, and his eyes sparked with desire. It was so erotic, so intimate, him feeding her. She licked his fingertips, and his whole body jolted.

“Another one?” he asked, his voice molten.

“Ummmm.”

Chris placed the berry between her lips, watched as she sucked on it a bit before nibbling. His c**k hardened at the sight, and he groaned out loud.

“What’s wrong?” Her blue eyes were large and innocent. “You in pain somewhere?”

“Nuh-uh.” He shook his blond head. “Just helpless in the face of your drop-dead sexiness.”

She smiled, slow and hot. “Come over here and say that, babe.”

He moved closer, gathering her in his arms. She slid against his body, and he pulled her up and onto his large thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he fed her another strawberry, kissing her as he did.

“Sweet,” he whispered. “So f*****g sweet.”

They stayed like that for several minutes, Jenny drinking her wine and Chris popping berries into her mouth between kisses and cuddles; he felt her body relax on his, turn pliant and soft. She ran her soapy hands over his broad back, rubbed her hot centre against his c**k. He caught his breath and gently pushed up, touching her p***y with the tip. She gazed at his handsome face, ran her fingers over the curve of his lips.

“I love you,” she said. “So much. You know that, right?”

He nodded.

“Take me to bed, Chris. Kiss me all over… make me come against your mouth.”

“You sure?” he said. “You’re not too tired or stressed?”

“No.” She set down her glass and stood up, her amazing curves glistening wet and covered in bubbles. He stared at her, stunned at her lush beauty. “I want you.”

They dried each other off gently, then Chris picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He set her on the bed, lay down on his back beside her.

“We stop if you say, Jenny. You get scared, or you’re not sure, we stop.” His eyes held hers. “OK?”

“OK,” she whispered, knowing that he meant it. From the very beginning, he’d never made her feel forced or threatened – not even once, not even by accident.

She climbed up on his large frame, her thighs open on his muscular chest. Carefully, he pulled her up closer to his mouth, watching her face the whole time, looking for fear or hesitation. She gazed down at him, biting her full lower lip.

“Just relax,” he said softly. “Open to me, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

His words made her stomach flip over, and she almost wanted to cry.

What did I do to deserve this man?