Babes Stripping For Love

It has been days since her confession, and the tension was high. While Seamus was tiptoeing his every move around her, Charlotte was overthinking every gesture she put out.

After her shocking confession and the facts that Bruce gave him, Seamus was beyond livid. He was aware that she needed his assurance that nothing had changed, but at the same time, his feelings for her were all over the place. Seamus knew that vengeance will be the strongest one until he deal with the rapist bastard.

Charlotte on the other hand wanted nothing but to forget everything that had happened. So, she worked with Jojo at Babes, then went straight back to Seamus every day. With her strange working hours, she would be home and he would have retreated to his room. In the morning she’d grab a quick breakfast just because she wanted to see him, but each morning Seamus was busy on his phone or with his tablet that they don’t spend much time talking.

Charlotte hated that she misses him, she hated that she wanted him when he looked like he was too busy to spend time with her. She needed to be patient, he’s a busy businessman, she thought. Though deep down, she worries that her confession days ago might make Seamus thought of her as damaged goods.

Days later when she had her day off, she was happy that she was going to visit her dad. The sky was clear, and traffic was sparse. She even had a nice chat with Burke and found out that he had a thing for young Marjorie. Charlotte teased him about it, and the man actually blushed. But he promised her, that he was going to ask Marjorie out on a date.

The happy bubbly feeling soon died when she saw her dad. Charlotte was almost in tears, he looked skinny and his skin was pale. “Charlotte, kiddo, don’t cry… I’m fine. I know I look horrible, but I’m fine. I just caught the flu.”

She nodded, blinking her eyes repeatedly, wanting to rid of her tears and trying to be strong for her dad. “Is the doctor treating your flu? do you get medications?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Yes, it’s just the accommodation. I’m an old man you know, and my back sometimes hurt. But the rest is all good. I’m getting acclimated with my surroundings, and staying out of trouble.”

“Have you talked to your lawyer?”

They both carried on with their conversations until the visitation hours were over, and Charlotte said goodbye to her had. Her eyes were glassy and her tears finally poured when she reached the car. Burke stayed silent and peeked at her through the rearview mirror. He was all business, though the man knew that he was going to report this to his boss. Yes, Mr. Braddock would want to know about his ballerina that was crying her eyes out after meeting her dad.

And Burke was right, Seamus Braddock did not like it when Burke told him about how upset Charlotte was after she came back. Seamus cut his working hours early, told his PA to rearrange his schedule then went straight home.

Once he was home, he went straight to the guest bedroom and found Charlotte sitting on her bed with tissues discarded and crumpled around her. His heart broke for her, the second she looked at him with desperation in her eyes.

“What’s the matter, Charlotte?” He sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. From what Burke told him and what his men were reporting to him from inside the prison walls, was that old man Sullivan was sick. They said that it was the flu, but Seamus suspected that the living condition and the stress were not making it easier for him.

“Visited dad this afternoon, he looked terrible Seamus…” Charlotte paused to wipe her tears, plucking fresh tissue from its box. “He shouldn’t be there, I don’t want him to die there.” She sobbed harder and let him hold her in his arms.

“You know I have men looking out for your dad, right? Charlotte, look at me,”

“Y-yes,” her eyes met his when he tilted her chin and wiped her tears with his thumb.

“Also, I didn’t want to tell you this, since I don’t want to get your hopes up… but, I have my lawyers and private investigators on your dad’s case. As I said before, your dad is a family friend. He’s a good guy. So, please stop crying. we’re trying to move him to a minimum-security prison. With his condition, we’re hoping the plea can go through sooner.”

“I… I don’t know… how to…”

“Again. I don’t want to get your hopes up, but we’re pushing his case, Charlotte.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes were still on him and she blushed, suddenly feeling their closeness was a bit too much. But he was not letting her back away, instead, his hand rubbed her back as he took her back into his embrace.

“No need to thank me, you just need to stay strong for your dad. I don’t want you to get sick from too much crying. Now… how about dinner?”

“Will you hold me?” Charlotte asked as she burrow deeper into his arms, she was taking in his warmth and put her hand on his chest, her leg was against his side pushing herself flat to him.

“Of course,” Seamus kissed her head and joined her on her bed after he swiftly took off his suit jacket and shoes along with his socks and rested them under the sofa bench by the foot of her bed. His silk tie was placed on her side table and he rolled his sleeves then relaxed back to the bed taking Charlotte to rest back in his arms. She sighed as she got comfortable in his hold, then it didn’t take long before she was feeling the need to get closer.

Much… much closer.

“Help me forget?” She asked bravely, but in a very timid tone as if she was unsure of herself. Seamus could see the shock in her eyes like she didn’t believe what she asked of him.

“I… I’m… I didn’t mean…”

Seamus had been keeping his distance from her because the temptation was one of the reasons he couldn’t get intimate with her. It was wrong, with her experience, Seamus knows that he was not the perfect man for her. Though it didn’t stop him from wanting her.

The kiss was gentle when Seamus abandoned his judgment and pressed his lips against hers. And he groaned the moment she opened her mouth and let him in. He shouldn’t be kissing her, he thought. But the urge to give her pleasure was too great, besides, he wanted to help her forget.

Yeah, right.

He thought to himself. It was more like he took what he wanted, and at that moment, what he wanted was her.

“Tell me what you want from me?” he asked when he stopped kissing her, giving her an out.

“I want you to have me,” she blurted out.

“Charlotte…” Her name spilled from his mouth with a warning tone.

“Please? I’ve never, I mean, not since… and I… you’re…” The hesitation was making her blush with the deepest shade of red.

He didn’t say anything when he pushed her to lay on her back and his lips were back on hers in seconds. Charlotte whimpered when his hand was holding her waist, she could feel his strong hand and the heat of his body engulfed her like a safety net.

“So beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.

“Seamus, please, I needed you,”

There weren’t a lot of things that Seamus was afraid of, and letting her down because he rejected her was one of them. Hell, everything about Charlotte was a sure thing, he’d say yes to anything she wanted. That fact should be a red flag for him, it should deter him from getting close to her. But she was like a magnet to him, always drawing him near and there was nothing he could do otherwise. The heart wants what it wants. Well at that moment, his body wants what it wants. He craved her, so much that it hurt, inside and out.

So, he did what he did best, which was giving Charlotte what she needed by continue kissing her and slowly undressing both of them until she was in her lace underwear and he too was in his boxers briefs. He didn’t want to call back her trauma. Just because she said she wanted it, doesn’t mean that she was ready for it. And Seamus was taking his time, he can, and he will be patient with Charlotte.

Because she didn’t back away when he licked and flicked her nipples with his tongue. He knew that she was ready. She moaned his name louder and bucked her hips shamelessly. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were perky when he took off her bra. Her nails dug deep when his hand reaches under her lace panties. His fingers trail between her legs making her whine, begging him for more.

“Tell me if you want me to stop okay? We’re doing this at your pace.” He kissed her forehead and she cupped his jaw and pull him down for a kiss. It was sensuously arousing and he was throbbing with needs. And as if she can read his mind, her other hand was stroking him over his briefs.

“Fuck, baby, you need to slow down.”

But she didn’t, Charlotte wanted him. She wanted him to make her forget.

“I want you, please…”

Again, he could not resist his beautiful housemate, and he relented when he tugged her panties down, and get between her legs. She gasped when she felt his tongue lapping her like she was his favorite ice cream flavor. He parted her thighs, sucked, licked, and devour her until her legs trembled when she climaxed without a warning.

Charlotte was flushed, looking more beautiful than ever when he kneels, stroking his cock to her warm wetness. He did not enter her, he wanted to go slow. “Ssh… no penetration, not this time,” he whispered lowly and she shuddered, letting out a little moan as if the friction was giving her another kind of pleasure.

He smiled in his kiss when he recognized that she was going for her second orgasm. Though he was so close to his climax, he waited for her. He moved sensually, giving her friction while his hand guided his cock not wanting to slip inside her knowing how much he wanted to.

“More… faster, like that… please… please… please…” she panted sexily, and that was all it took for him to give her what she needs until she shattered to another orgasm.

Seamus followed seconds after her and he soiled her soft belly with his cum. The last time he’d done it was back when he was a lanky teenager, but honestly, the act had trumped years of his adulthood sexual acts.

Careful, he thought. But his mind was deep in the gutter when he was already planning his next sexual endeavor.