Charlotte Henson    

    I'm dressed in a simple black dress with an exposed zipper that goes all the way down the back, easy to get off, per Braxtons instructions. I walk out of the house to the car Braxton had sent to me. I smile at the driver before I get in. The plan was to pick him up at the office, but that's changed to meeting at the Event the Klines are hosting. I feel nervous to see him, like always.

I blush thinking of his text, telling me no underwear. The fact that I even listened has me shifting in my seat. I know things could be changing between us soon, yet he seems undeterred.  Perhaps, he knows that Brynn won't win, which gives him more confidence to strengthen our relationship. I wish it did the same for me, it leaves me feeling unsure and afraid to get involved with him.

    I've been trying to get Greece out of my head. His family, ring shopping and sleeping together, all of it. I'm still unsure how to act when I'm alone with him. Trying not to think about him during work has been close to impossible. Remembering his comment, take you to bed and lick every inch of your body, clouds my head daily. I liked being with him. No, if I'm honest I loved it, I long for his hands to touch me again. I feel the same rush when he looks at me, I just don't know how to tell him.

    As we pull up to what looks like a large upscale mansion, I watch the entrance trying to find Braxton's large body among the others. The car finally makes it to the large staircase. A man in a tux opens the door and helps me out. I smile at him and the car drives away. I only hesitate briefly before climbing the stairs. When I get to the top the door opens and my eyes instantly find Braxton in the elegant foyer. He's on his phone, when he sees me he ends the call and comes towards me. Taking my hand in his and tugging me into his arms.

I smile up at him about to say hello when his mouth dips down to cover mine. The kiss is slow and tender, I respond immediately parting my lips. His low moan of approval sets my blood on fire. He deepens the kiss and I follow blindly, until I hear a throat being cleared and realize where we are. I try to step back and reluctantly he lets me, but not before pecking my lips one last time and smirking like a smug playboy. I shake my head amused by him as he offers me his arm. I take it as he eads the way into the large ballroom.

"Have you missed me?" He asks, flirtatiously.

I shrug, trying not to smile, "Some parts more than others." I reply, teasingly.

His mouth drops slightly in surprise, his eyes heat, then scan my body lustfully, he smiles. "The dress is perfect, but whats underneath?" He questions, mischievously as he leans closer. I look at the ground shyly. "You're too good of a girl to be that naughty." He states, knowingly.  

    There is something very intimate about not wearing panties at the request of a man. Finding my courage, but not my voice I shake my head, no. Not wanting to say out loud that I'm wearing nothing. I feel his hand go around my waste settling at the small of my back. His fingers slide across my bottom, looking for telltale signs of panties. I hear his sharp intake of breath and low growl. He leans down and I look up into his intense face. He closes his eyes slowly.

When he opens them again he says, "Forgive me." Then starts pulling me towards the front door. He takes out his phone and sends a text message.

"What are we doing?" I ask, confused.

He looks back at me, "I can't wait." His answers, leaving me breathless.

"Braxton!" A woman in her mid thirties calls his name, happy to see him.

"Rebecca. Nice to see you." He says as she steps in front of him.

"You weren't leavening were you?" She questions, looking back at me confused.

"Actually, we were." He confesses.

"But you just got here." She pouts.

He nods and whispers to her, I can't hear what he said but by the look of shock and amusement on her face, he told her the truth. "You understand." He smirks, walking past her.

She giggles and winks at me as I pass. "You're a lucky women." She smiles.

I follow after Braxton feeling curious eyes follow us. I keep my head down embarrassed. I'm sure this looks actually like it is. That we are headed back to my house to sleep together. We stop at the edge of the driveway waiting for our car to pull up. I glance up at Braxton, he's tense and impatient.

I'm starting to feel just as impatient as he is. Braxton opens the door for me and I climb in sliding across the seat to let him in. He follows and slams the door shut.

"Back to the house, quickly please." He tells the driver. There is no partition between us and the driver so we both have to behave.

"Braxton." I say, getting his attention immediately.

"Yes, love."

"Uh,-" I start to say looking for the right words to say, can you wear a condom, please. I lean closer to him and he does the same looking at me intently trying to read my mind. "Can you-Will you be safe tonight?" I ask. Hoping he understands what I am asking, because I don't think I can form the words.

    He looks perplexed for a moment and I think I'll have to actually use my big girl words. Then he shakes his head, "No." I watch his mouth as he says it, confused by the simplicity of it. He just said, no. My mouth drops from shock and I look away, apprehensively.

    Okay, he said no. However, it really wasn't a question. I look back at him and he's smirking at my reaction. "Are you teasing me?" I ask, suspiciously.

His smile drops, "Not about this, no." He states, seriously.

"But-"

"No." He says, interrupting. The finality of his response, has my heart racing.

I'm silent on the way back, not knowing what to say to someone who's flat out refused to use protection. What is the protocol in a situation like this? As the car stops in front of Grandfathers house, I freeze. I watch Braxton get out and come around to my side opening the door. He holds out his hand and I put my trembling one in his. My eyes meet his and he raises my hand to his mouth, kissing it sweetly. He opens the door to the house and I step past him. I feel a tug and hear my zipper being lowered as the door slams shut. My dress parts and I turn towards Braxton, who shoves the dress down off my arms. His lips find mine and start a restless onslaught, causing me to whimper when he stops and starts to undress himself.

"Bedroom." He orders. Taking off his tie. I nod and start to walk away but his strong arms bring me against his chest. I feel his manhood against my back as he starts kissing down my neck. He leads me to the couch as I feel his pants drop to the floor. He turns us quickly as he sits on the sofa and tugs me down after him. Straddling his legs, he kisses my chest and his fingers slip off my shoes. His hands run along my body, sending tingles up my spine.

"Braxton." I say, close to begging. "Now." I demand, arching into his touch.

He grunts in response and lifts me by my thighs, bringing me down quickly as he thrusts forward. I give an appreciative moan as I feel my legs shake. He holds me down impaled on his lap while he lavishes my mouth with attention. I rock my hips against him trying to create enough friction, realizing what I want he releases my hips gradually. I lift myself enough to slide along his member, his finger finds the hood of my sex circling it and I lose control. Moving against him wildly. I come apart and feel the world shift as my back hits the stiffness of the carpet. Braxton moves over me, I wrap my legs around his waist as he continues to thrust into me. I hit my peak again. This time screaming his name as he rears back emptying himself inside of me.