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Chapter 21 : Fifty Shades Of Brownie

"Let's do something fun Brownie. I'm bored here!" I whined and stretched myself on the floor. Clark peeked through the papers he was working on and raised his eyebrow, questioning my spread eagle position on the floor.

We both were alone in Clark's house and he was busy with some business stuff. I enjoyed teasing and troubling him when he was working, but he completely ignored me. I rolled on the floor for some time to kill time, then I started tickling Clark's leg, but he seemed unaffected. Now, I was just lying on the floor.

"Get up," he said in a low, cold voice and I frowned.

"You're not the person who bosses around here. I'm your caretaker, not the other way round."

"Get up," he repeated in irritation and I grinned. My arms outstretched and my legs spread, I moved them like I was creating a snow angel.

"I'm not going to get up. It's nice down here," I said, wiggling myself and noticed Clark's pained expression. Only then I realized how I looked like in a spread eagle position, or should I say, spread eagle sex position.

Before I could sit up, Clark got up and hovered over me. He caught my arms which were stretched sideways and made himself comfortable between my legs. My breath hitched and I stared at him, his light brown eyes seemed dark and filled with lust. Our bodies pressed close together and my heart hammered against my chest. I stared right into his eyes without flinching when his lips were mere inches apart from my own.

"Don't tempt me," he growled and a shiver ran down my spine.

"I-I didn't mean to," I stuttered innocently like a shy little virgin which I was, but I was nowhere near shy.

He gazed at me and I gulped. I started to squirm like a squiggly worm, earning a frustrated groan from him. He gripped my wrists tightly and brought my arms over my head. My eyes widened as my wild imagination immediately travelled to Fifty shades of grey. He pressed his body to put pressure over mine and stop any possible movements from me. I could feel his every part, his weight and breath on me.

His lips slowly caressed mine and I felt delicious sensations throughout my body. My eyes shut in its own accord and his strong arms went towards my legs. He pushed my thighs upwards and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. I rocked my hips slightly and he groaned. He caught my hips firmly and deepened his kiss. I moved my lips in rhythm with his and ran my hand over his back. I brought my hands in the front and started to unbutton his shirt hurriedly with a strange urgency. At that very moment, the song, 'Turn down for what,' by 'DJ Snake,' shot through the room.

He pulled away quickly when my phone rang and I cursed mentally. We both looked startled. I was panting because of the heated, yummy kiss and he looked all cool and composed. He was still on top of me and did not release me yet. He passed me the phone which was lying on the floor nearby and I picked it up.

"Hello, George?" I heard Peaches' mum, Martha greet me. I couldn't concentrate with my chest heaving up and down and Clark still on top of me, staring intensely at me.

"George? Are you even there?" Martha asked and I tried to find my voice.

"Oh, yes," I murmured and gasped when Clark kissed my neck. He sucked and bit softly. I moaned, "Oh my---"

"George? What are you doing?" she asked, suspicion laced in her voice. I clamped my hand over my mouth when Clark's hands moved underneath my shirt as he continued to trail kisses down my neck.

"Nothing," I managed to say and tried to move away. Clark's body, however, prevented me from doing so.

"Okay, good. Can you pick up Peaches and Kyle from their school? Kyle's mum and I got some work," she said, her voice somehow appearing distant as I tried to concentrate on what she just said. Clark drew soft circles on my stomach and nipped at the sensitive spot right over my collarbone. His heated kisses went further down towards my cleavage and my eyes widened.

"No---"

"What happened? Is something wrong?" Martha asked and I tugged at Clark's hair. He looked up at me and smirked.

"Fuck you," I hissed at Clark and I shut my eyes when I realized that Martha heard it.

"What on earth are you talking?" Martha asked, absolutely baffled and mortified.

"No, I didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry, I just erm . . . stepped on a damn lego," I lied lamely.

"Lego?"

"Yeah, never mind. I'll pick Pomogranate---"

"Peaches!"

"Right, erm . . . Sorry. I'll pick her and Kyle from their school. Bye then," I quickly said and cut the call. I let out a breath as Clark swiftly got up from me. He buttoned up his shirt and casually sat on the couch as if nothing had happened.

"That was Martha, Peaches' mum. She's like the 'All town, all time radio,' if she found out what we were . . . erm doing here, everybody would know!" I exclaimed and he didn't even look at me.

"So?"

"What?" I snorted. "Of course you don't care, you bloody psycho!"

"Very well then, I'm glad you know me," he muttered and continued to write on the paper.

"Fuck you!"

"That's a very tempting offer," he said placidly and glanced at his watch. "You can lie down on the desk, I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Ugh, you fucking . . . " I trailed off, trying to think of a word. My head was throbbing like a bad bitch. "You fucking . . . fucker!"

"You started cussing a lot."

"And you started talking!" I said almost accusingly and he rolled his eyes.