What Do You Believe In? Chapter 32: Ua Si…
Artwork by the ever amazing kutchu
They ate dinner in a private corner of Istana and stopped to check on the updates being done at Victrola. Blair struggled to be the perfect girlfriend the entire time, loving that she was at his side, yet his presence, the scent of his cologne…God help her for the way she ached for him. When the limo returned them to her penthouse, night had descended and Blair’s need for him had her pouting while he continued to keep her at a distance, even in the elevator.
The doors parted and Chuck pulled off his suit coat as he exited, stating simply, “Living room.”
Eager, Blair let her heels fall away as she walked to stand in the center of the living room. He sat on her favorite chaise, still dressed barring his jacket. “Further, by the terrace doors.”
She did as she was told and stared at him, still pouting. There was much too much distance between them and way too many clothes.
He was slowly—very slowly—opening the buttons on his shirt. “Your teasing today reminded me of something.”
"Oh?" Blair licked her lips, hungry to see his body, hungry to taste and feel him.
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