Forbidden Love 💙

Chapter 9

Charlotte woke up in Chris' bed alone on a Saturday, a few weeks later. She checked her phone, it was early. He was never up before her. She looked at the date and groaned. She wrapped the blanket around her and found Chris in the kitchen making breakfast. Did he know what today was? She prayed he didn't. She saw a vase of flowers on the counter, orange lilies, her favorite. He had been paying attention to her; sometimes she wasn't sure. "Chris?"

Chris turned around to find Charlotte staring at him covered in a blanket. He wasn't sure he could make it the rest of the year without making love to her. But he had to try. She looked so beautiful in the mornings with her sleepy face and her messy hair. He didn't get to see it often because she was always up before him. "Charlotte! Good morning." He wrapped his arms around her in the blanket, kissing her on the forehead. "Happy Birthday."

She groaned, "I hate my birthday."

"Why? You're 30 today." He made her drop the blanket, revealing her in one of his t-shirts. He could just see the outline of her nipples through the shirt, making him moan. He looked back up to her eyes to see her smirking at him. He grabbed her hand and took her to the living room where there was a giant box on the coffee table.

"Chris? What is this? I don't want anything." She sat on the couch, looking at Chris. Where was he even hiding a present this big?

Chris sat next to her, "open it. Please." He was nervous. They were still getting to know each other really. He wanted her to like the present.

Charlotte hesitated but opened the box to find a guitar case inside. "Chris." She opened the case to find an acoustic guitar with beautiful painted flowers on it. She pulled it out, looking it over.

"You said you played, but I didn't notice one in your apartment. Is it okay?"

She put the guitar back in the box, straddling Chris. "It's beautiful Chris. I love it. Thank you." She ran her tongue softly across his lip, teasing him. Chris placed his hands on her back, under her shirt. He moaned as she teased him, grinding on his lap, making his jeans tighter.

He pushed her off him, "stop love." He pinned her underneath him on the couch. "I'm not sure I can take 9 more months of teasing." She laughed at his heavy breathing. Chris smirked at her, "don't laugh at me." He leaned back and started kissing the inside of her calf. He never broke eye contact as his lips traveled up her thigh. He could smell the sweet aroma of what he really wanted as he moved to her other leg, kissing and biting her thighs.

He heard her moan loudly, "okay! Chris. Stop. I'll try to behave myself."

He knelt between her legs, leaning his lips down to hers, "good girl. Now come on. I made you breakfast." He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch. He set food in front of her, before sitting next to her. "I have a show tonight. I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you."

She nudged his shoulder, "no Chris. It's perfect. Thank you."

When they finished, Chris stood up looking at her. "Can you do me a favor?"

Charlotte leaned forward on the counter as Chris did the same from the other side, "what?"

"Wear a darker shirt or a bra for fuck's sake. Before I ravish you right here in the kitchen."

She moaned at his words, "yes boss."

He loved when she called him boss. The way she said it sent chills down his spine. He watched her get up and walk the doorway of her bedroom, never turning around. She removed her shirt displaying her bare back and barely there panties to him before closing the door. He heard her giggle from the other side of the door. She was going to be the death of him and he was happy to die right there.