Her Perfect Revenge

by Anna Mara

  Her eyes roamed his form up and down. Yes, he was definitely magnificent. His shoulders were strong, his belly was flat and his legs were muscled. His form was so perfect he could have been a male model—he was that gorgeous.

  And he was hard for her again. In fact, he'd been hard for her since they'd started their little shower game together but he was trying to take things slow for her sake. She knew he wanted to please her—and she loved him even more for that.

  Christina looked up into his fevered eyes and gave him a wicked smile. "You missed a spot," she brazenly told him as she held the soapy, plastic foam over her body.

  He stared at her hard. "Where?"

  Without saying a word, she let the sponge gradually travel over both of her breasts before moving down to her crotch. His hot, passion-filled eyes grew even bigger as he watched her hand use the sponge to rub languorously back and forth between her legs. Bill couldn't tear his eyes away. What she was doing to herself was so hot that Bill was on the verge of losing it again.

  "No fair, Christina," Bill gasped. "That's not part of the rules."

  "I only said you couldn't touch me. I never said I couldn't touch myself," she teased him in a saucy manner.

  "God…I'll never last if you keep this up. You're torturing me, you know that?" he pleaded.

  "Maybe that's the whole point?" she returned with a vixen's smile.

  He gave her a lopsided smile back, "You are a wicked, wicked woman, Mrs. Havenwood."

  "Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet," she tartly replied.

  Christina removed the sponge from between her legs and taking the bar of soap, soaped it up even more. She then dropped to her knees in front of him and began to leisurely lather up his powerful legs, making sure her soft, pouty lips were mere inches away from the head of his erect penis. Her eyes looked up at him then and gave him a taunting smile.

  Teasing him even more, her tongue darted out. It was so close to him—so close, only an inch away—yet she didn't touch him. Bill groaned out loud and his breathing became raspy.

  "Christina… I can't take much more," he choked out.

  "You will," she confidently announced.

  She rose slowly from her kneeling position and let the sponge travel from his leg, around his rigid arousal, up his flat stomach and to his strong chest. Bill's burning eyes were glued to every sensuous move she was making—and he was on the point of losing his control.

  Christina then wrapped both her arms around him without touching him. Carefully keeping space between their chests and making sure the front of her body was almost touching his hard erection but not quite, she squeezed the sponge onto his back, letting the soap drizzle down his hard, muscled cheeks.

  "Does that feel good?" she innocently asked him, as she watched his aroused reaction flicker across his taut face.

  She was driving him crazy with her teasing and taunting—and he couldn't take anymore. Within a millisecond, he had lost it completely and groaned in capitulation.

  "To hell with your game," he whispered hoarsely.

  Bill swiftly bridged the space between them and pulled her into his arms. He began to kiss her with a deliberate softness and tenderness that surprised Christina. She opened her mouth to him as she dropped the sponge behind his back and wrapped her hands onto his heated skin.

  In response, he let his tongue plunge into her mouth and began to dart it in and out, silently telling her that his body was ready to do the same thing to hers. Christina moaned with pleasure.

  His hands moved over her wet, slippery curves; and hers tangled themselves into his damp hair. The shower spray was still falling on their overheated bodies and it had been running so long that suddenly, it began to turn cold. Christina and Bill's lips yanked apart as they gasped with the change in temperature on their skin. They laughed and Bill reached over and turned the faucets off.

  "Wait until my father goes and takes his shower. All the bedrooms are on the same water tank," Bill cracked.

  Christina burst out laughing at the thought of William having to take an unexpected cold shower. "Hope he checks the temperature before he jumps in," she replied.

  "Hope he doesn't," Bill retorted with an evil gleam in his eyes and Christina laughed again.

  Bill kissed her quickly then pulled away. He gazed in her face. "You are so beautiful." His words came out in a rush. "And I'm the luckiest son-of-a-bitch to have you in my life."

  Christina reached up and planted a soft kiss back on his lips before pulling away herself. "I love you, Bill Havenwood and I'm so proud of you," she announced.

  Bill was taken aback. "Proud of me? For what?"

  It was time to get serious and Christina wanted him to believe every word she was about to say. She lovingly reached up and caressed his cheek.

  "I'm proud how you've handled your sobriety. And I'm proud how you've been trying to turn your life around. And I'm proud how you've been standing up to your father. And I'm proud for the good man that you are… deep down in your heart…" she traced his heart with her finger on his chest. She looked back up at his intent eyes. "And I'm proud to be your wife in two weeks time. It'll be an honor."

  "Nobody's ever been proud of me before, Christina," he admitted sheepishly, still surprised at her words.

  "That's because they don't see what I see and they don't know what I know."

  "And what do you know?"

  A little voice inside Christina urged her to tell him everything—tell him now. Tell him who you really are—the girl from high school. Tell him what you did, how you spied on him, what you had planned for him, tell him that you know about his involvement with GME—tell him everything now. He'll forgive you, if you confess now. Just tell him.

  But Christina lost her nerve and she didn't tell him. Maybe, she'd tell him tomorrow, she reasoned—maybe. She looked up and he was still waiting for her answer.

  "I know that I love you very much, and I desperately need you in my life."

  He wrapped his arms tightly around her naked body and crushed her to him. "My god, Christina, don't ever leave me!" he exclaimed. "I love you so much too."

  "I won't leave you; ever!" she muffled into his shoulder. "I promise." She hugged him back just as tightly.

  Christina could feel her lashes getting damp with her tears. She could feel his soul in torment and she wanted to cry for him. She wanted to cry—for the man she had once hated!

  She had been so wrong to have judged him and his past actions so harshly. Now that she understood him better, she had come to love him—and she would love him forever, no matter what.

  He felt her shiver and mistakenly thought she was getting cold. He planted a swift kiss on the top of her head and reached out past the shower door to grab a fluffy towel.

  "Let's get you dried off. I don't want you catching a cold before the wedding," he said as he started to rub her down.

  "No, I don't suppose I'd look too attractive in our wedding pictures with a red nose and sniffles."

  Bill carefully wrapped the big towel around her. "You'd look attractive to me, red nose and all, no matter what."

  Christina beamed. It was what every woman wanted to hear. "You're not so bad yourself. In fact, you have the best shoulders of any man I've ever seen."

  "Really?" he replied. "Even better than your boyfriend's?" Bill just had to know. Was it over between her and the lout? Has she given him his walking papers?

  Christina reasoned that she'd better come clean about that at least. She could see the jealousy beginning to pool on Bill's face as she turned innocent eyes up at him.

  "Which boyfriend are you talking about?"

  "How the hell many are there?" He angrily retorted, still unsure of her love for him.

  "I don't have a boyfriend."

  "So you've broken it off?"

  "No."

  Bill was confused. "Then what are you saying?"

  "You said that you haven't been seeing Stephie from even before we met."

  "That's right." />
  "Well, I haven't been seeing anyone either the whole time I've known you."

  "What?" The word came out in an unbelievable gasp. "But… you said you had a boyfriend."

  "No… you said I had a boyfriend. I just didn't tell you I didn't," Christina coyly added then waited for the explosion she knew was coming.

  She didn't have to wait long.

  "Why, you little hellcat! You let me believe you were sleeping with someone else? Do you know what it did to me to imagine you in the arms of some other man? Of you being with him, kissing him, making love to him? I was going out-of-my-mind with jealousy."

  "I know exactly what that feels like, only I knew her name and her face," Christina launched back.

  Bill wanted to say more but he held his tongue. "Everything I told you about her was the truth."

  "I know that… now. And I believe you."

  Looking down at her, enveloped in that big fluffy towel with her wet hair slicked back she looked like a sweet, innocent, little girl. And he couldn't stay mad at her. He hadn't exactly been a choirboy himself during their relationship. After all, he had forced her to participate in his scheme to fool his father, hadn't he?

  With a wicked glint in his eyes, he suddenly scooped her up in his strong arms and stepped out of the shower stall.

  "Oh no, you're not going to throw me in the pool again?" Christina shot out.

  He walked with her in his arms, into his bedroom. "No. I have a different kind of punishment in mind for bad girls like you," he replied, before dropping her unceremoniously on his bed.

  Christina saw he was half smiling and he wasn't angry with her anymore. Her mood instantly lightened. "It's not the handcuffs, is it?" she giggled.

  "Good idea but no," he said before heading back to the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

  He disappeared from view for a couple of seconds before reappearing. He had with him a box of condoms and he slapped them down on the bedside table. "This time, I'm prepared."

  Christina looked at the box and quirked an eyebrow at him, "That's ambitious; a whole box?"

  "With you, I think I'm going to need them all," he announced as he proudly stood naked at the foot of the bed, looking down on her, still wrapped in that oversized towel.

  "So, what's my punishment going to be?" she prodded him with her foot, giving him a challenging look.

  "This," he said, then grabbed each of her ankles and suddenly dragged her to the foot of the bed where he was standing. Christina screamed with laughter as her towel twisted off.

  He had such a wicked gleam in his eyes and Christina was already hot for whatever he was planning. She tried squirming out of his grip but he was holding on tight. She could feel the heat and strength emanating from his steely fingers.

  "You're not getting away so easily, Miss Christina," he threatened. "You're going to take your licks… and like it."

  "What do you mean… my licks?" she questioned.

  "I mean that I'm hungry and I'm going to eat you up," he announced, as he yanked her forward even more so that her derriere was resting on the edge of the bed. Christina squealed again and he parted her legs.

  "If this a punishment, then what's a reward?" Christina saucily threw at him, still giggling.

  "You'll have to wait to find that one out. In the meantime, I've been fantasizing about doing this to you for weeks."

  He went down on bended knee in front of her and parting her thighs even more, lowered his head between her legs. At the instant his hot mouth touched her delicate parts, Christina let out a gasp and threw her head back. What he was doing to her felt so good and her mind could focus on nothing else but the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.

  And he was doing it all ever so slowly and expertly.

  Every lick and flick was tattooing itself on her brain, and when she felt his hot, wet tongue dip inside her, she lost it.

  Christina began to moan and she couldn't stop. Wow, he really was good at—farming! Those college credits had been well earned.

  Christina arched her back against him and she could feel herself on the verge of exploding. Her breathing quickened and she suddenly felt herself reach the point of no return.

  She came in his mouth and she spasmed against him.

  Returning back to reality, she looked down at him. He had lifted his head and was studying her with a smoldering expression. He came up to her face then and she saw his mouth was wet with her juices.

  "Kiss me and taste yourself," he ordered.

  And with another low moan, Christina did just that. She just couldn't get enough of him—and he couldn't get enough of her.

  For the rest of the night, they made love and when they were finished, he wrapped his arms around her and they spooned together, falling asleep in that position. His body was telling her that now that he had found her, he wasn't letting her go.

  And he held her tight to him even in his deepest sleep.

  Chapter 58

  The next morning, Christina awoke first. She was still being held tightly in his arms and she had her back to him. She turned her head to get a good look at his sleeping face. He looked so rested and peaceful—and happy.

  Christina bit her lip nervously and turned her head away. Her little voice was nagging her again to tell him everything now. Confess it all—this morning—in this bed—with his strong arms wrapped around her. Tell him who you are and what you did. He'll forgive you and you can move forward, and you can marry him with total honesty between the two of you. No more lies. No more games. No more deceptions. Clean the slate. He'll understand—but you have to tell him now.

  Christina was so scared.

  Last night had been amazing and wonderful and perfect. They had loved each other in body and soul, and she didn't want the memory of that to be marred in any way. This had been their first night together—and maybe—this morning was not a good time to spill secrets. They should get to know each other first, spend more time together as a couple, make love more—and then the right moment would present itself and she would tell him everything then. She'd definitely tell him everything before the wedding—or maybe after the wedding. He might be mad but he'd forgive her, wouldn't he?

  But the little voice kept droning on in Christina's mind. The moment is now, it said. Tell him now and he'll forgive you.

  A deep frown crossed Christina's brow and she bit her lip even more at her undecided thoughts.

  Bill had been intently studying her worried face for the past minute. He had awoken a few minutes before and for a split second, before he'd opened his eyes, he'd thought that last night had all been a dream—that they hadn't made love, or told each other how they felt—that she still hated him.

  But then he'd felt her warm, soft, naked body wrapped in his arms and knew it had been real. He'd opened his eyes then, ready to tell her how much he loved her when he'd seen the sour, worried expression on her beautiful face. She was staring up at the ceiling, biting her lip and clearly distressed about something.

  Bill felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. Was she regretting last night? Did it seem a mistake in the morning when everything came back down to reality? Did she maybe not love him after all? Had she changed her mind about that—about him? Maybe she wanted her freedom and didn't want to marry him? Maybe—? The 'maybes' swirled in his brain until he couldn't stand it anymore.

  "What are you thinking about?" he whispered, desperate to know her thoughts.

  He felt her flinch in his arms, obviously surprised at having been caught out; and Bill didn't like that response one bit. It boded ill for him.

  She turned to him and smiled—that beautiful, sweet smile of hers that melted his heart every time he saw it.

  "I was thinking about that large food stain we made on the rug last night. Do you think it's going to come out?" she laughed.

  It wasn't what she had been thinking about—and Bill knew it. "Are you sure that's all you were thinking about?" Bill asked, now scared out of his wits to know the a
nswer; and his arms tightened around her even more.

  Christina anxiously looked at him. 'Tell him' her little voice was now screaming in her head, 'tell him everything—he'll understand and he'll forgive you.'

  "I was thinking about… how much I love you… and what I'd do if I ever lost you."

  Christina had chickened out. She couldn't tell him today, she just couldn't. Maybe she'd tell him tomorrow. The right moment would present itself and she would know. She'd tell him everything then but not today, not right now.

  What Christina didn't know was that today—right now—had been the right moment and she had let it slip away forever. There would never be another right moment again.

  At her words of love, Bill breathed a huge sigh of relief. "You're not going to lose me, Christina. I love you and nothing's going to change that. What I said to you last night, and what we did together, that was the truth…and in a couple of week's, we're going to be married and nothing and no one is going to come between us, I promise you."

  Christina turned around in his arms then so that she was facing him and smiled, relieved at not having had to tell him about her duplicity.

  "Got time for a quickie?" she winked at him.

  Bill laughed, relieved that she still loved him. "You are insatiable," he exclaimed.

  Christina grabbed a lock of his hair and started to play with it. "But you're so good at it, my darling, that you're addictive."

  "Well, I do have to get to the office early this morning since I've got an appointment with my old man… actually it's more of a summons really… but…" He let the word linger… "I think I could squeeze you in."

  "Squeeze all you like," Christina giggled, as he reached for her again.

  * * *

  It was still early morning and Christina had gone back to her own bedroom after Bill had left for the office. The morning had been wonderful. They had made mad, passionate love again and then Christina had helped Bill pick out his suit and get ready for the office even to the point of knotting his tie for him.