LICENSE TO LOVE

11: After.

"You've never told me anything about your family." I lay wrapped in Craig's sheets against his chest, warm and hairy.

"If they were important you'd have met them." He replies, playing with my hair.

I turn to look at him, making sure my lips hovered against his face. "If you want more of this," I place a finger on my lips seductively, "you'd do well to convince me." I press my chest against his, waiting for his response.

"I don't talk about it to anyone. But I'll make an exception for you. My brother and I aren't on good terms. We don't talk unless it requires family co-operation. And my father, well, he's entrusted his legacy to me and is out of the country, living life to the fullest with my mum."

I sigh, "So where's your brother now?" I ask.

"Los Angeles. He's doing great, as much I'd hate to admit." He yawns.

"Well, you aren't doing bad, either, babe." I smile and he places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Yeah, I guess. I've got my partner, Blaire Roberts, in my bed, and that's all I need." He chuckles and then tickles me.

I giggle and then smack his chest. He grabs my arm quickly, turns me over and then pins me to the bed. I look up at him, realizing how much thicker he'd become.

His arms bulging with muscles and his chest, chiseled and perfect. I look up into his eyes and let out a small giggle . It was a small, few seconds of silence and then he comes down on me, pressing his lower body against mine. I let out a soft moan which encourages him more to go deeper and slowly while I place my hands on his chest, letting out soft calls of his name.

"f**k. Craig." I mutter more to myself.

"Yes, Blaire?" He answers with rugged breathing, all sweaty already.

"Make me..." He shuts me up with a kiss and then down my neck. His tongue rolling down my stomach and then lower. I watch as he dies this, holding his head, grabbing his hair roughly as he practices a fine art only he could perform on me.

"May I?" He asks softly, his head on my curved breasts.

"You may." I grab hold of the sheets with both hands by my side and get prepared for the ride.

He was my beast and I was his beauty. A perfect moment I drowned myself in. I love his smell, his voice and damn did I love the way his d**k moves inside of me. His eyes meets mine and he runs his tongue on my face and lays small bite marks on my neck. Gosh! I scream in delight and he goes faster, his two hands on each side of the bed. I could feel the heat between us and tears began running down my eyes.

"Christ! You're so in for it after this." I manage to say after he had bummed me for another round.

I arc my back out and he slips it in slowly, the tip giving me a ticklish feeling as I let out a soft moan. He grabs my boobs from behind and holds it in his hand with the other on my waist.

Midway f*****g me, his phone rings. I groan. "s**t. I've got to take this." His chest was covered in sweat making him look like a seasoned meal. I smack my lips and lay back on the bed observing him.

I could sense from his body movements and his head that he was a little tensed. I crawl to him with my breasts dangling with every step, and run my hands from behind. "What's it?" I whisper in his other ear.

"Yeah, sure. I'll make sure it's done soon enough." He says to whoever was on the other end of the phone, I couldn't care less.

He turns to me and holds my chin, "Where were we, darling?" He plants a soft kiss on my lips and then eyes my whole body. My cheeks flush even after he has been inside of me for a moment. He spins me over with his thick arms and smacks my ass naughtily.

"You're such a bad boy, Craig." I say seductively.

"After I'm done with you, you'll call me daddy." He says in a gruff voice. I could sense he was hard already so I climb him and ride him while looking him in the eyes.

"You know, you're not bad for a driver, Blaire." He chuckles darkly.

I hit his forehead playfully, "Oh, you're wrong, handsome. I'm so bad, that I'll leave you screaming." I retort.

"Too bad. I don't scream." He grabs my ass and I go faster. My ass recoiling on his groin. It bulges with every touchdown I make. I love how I make him crazy.

"Hm. Humor me, what do you do then?" I ask blinking.

He carries me up and takes me to the shower, "I fuck."

Alright, he did me dirty. I was wet now—hell, I was soaked in my own...well you know. And after all was said and done, he bathed me like a baby. After all, I was his.

His b***h.

His to f**k.

His driver.

And I sure as hell drove him crazy.

Now I smell of him—and that's something Veronica would hate and it made me smile. Too bad she wasn't around to see me in office soon. I hope she stays long in San Francisco. And I wonder—-will she risk losing the interest of the clients she ought to meet just to get back to Venice? Or would she even outdo herself to get into Craig's good grace? I couldn't help but think.