Billie Bryant is a journalist that meets Chris Evans while on assignment. But what happens when their budding friendship takes a passionate turn and someone wants to be more than just friends??
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CAUTION: strong sexual content ahead, NSFW. So this is a warning for those not comfortable with reading smut
He wasn't sure what had gotten into her but he wasn't going to argue. He told her to go inside while he took care of the fire pit. Billie walked into the living room, and her stomach started doing flips. She was scared of what was going to happen next, but knew she couldn't deny her feelings any longer. After cleaning up out back, Chris joined her. He could see she was anxious as she looped the bottom of her t-shirt.
"If you don't want to do this..." But suddenly his heart dropped. Billie slid out of her t-shirt and shorts, and stood before him in a lacy bra and panty set.
"You were saying." Billie teased.
He loved that she was finally giving him the green light, but before he could take her, she sprinted down the hall.
"Oh it's like that?" Chris yelled as he chased her.
They stopped in front of his bedroom. He grabbed her from behind and playfully slammed her against his door. The air left her lungs and she was startled by his strength. He held her wrists tight above her head, and threw himself on top of her half naked body. He nuzzled her neck. His nose traced the outline of her jaw and lips.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"Yes." She breathed while shivering in anticipation.
He started nibbling near her chin, and then he roughly sucked on her neck. He consciously made sure he left his mark. She pushed out a blissful moan from her throat, enjoying his lips on her skin. She felt herself getting wet, and her legs promptly opened for him. He grinned and pushed them further apart with his knee. She could feel her stomach tighten as he captured her lips for a hungry kiss. His tongue thrust and withdrew like he was making love to her mouth. She writhed against him, relishing the delicious torment of pleasure.
He removed one of his hands from her wrists and locked his fingers across her neck, as if he was keeping her in place. She whimpered and shut her eyes. Her head dropped against the door.
"Open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I touch you." He demanded.
She lazily opened her lids, feeling utterly vulnerable like he was sucking the will out of her. He slid his hand from her neck and put one of his fingers into her mouth. He touched her tongue and the curve of her lips. Then he slowly trailed his damp digit down her chest, along the chain of her necklace, and finally to the edge of her bra. He then slipped that hand around her torso and unhooked her bra. She arched her back and helped him bare her breasts. He murmured something incoherently while taking in the beautiful sight of her.
He cupped one of her fleshy mounds, kneading and tugging her nipple. His breath was hot against her skin as he ran the tip of his tongue back up her neck. He then glided his mouth over her jowl, to her lips, taking her in for a ferocious kiss. She whimpered against his mouth while a slick pool gathered between her thighs.
