Chapter 2: Building Tension
The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the opulent lobby of Wade's penthouse. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of expensive cologne and the faintest hint of jasmine from the bouquet on the coffee table. Charlotte's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
Wade was waiting for her, his tall frame silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city's skyline. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the skyscrapers, their glass facades reflecting the fiery hues of the sky.
Wade turned to face Charlotte, his eyes darkening as he took in her appearance. She had changed into a form-fitting black dress, her hair cascading down her shoulders in loose curls, and her lips painted a deep, inviting red.
"Charlotte," he said, his voice a low growl, "you look... edible."
She felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity in his gaze. "Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wade stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. "I've been thinking about you all day," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
"About how I want to taste you, feel you."
Charlotte's breath hitched as Wade leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed past her teeth, exploring her mouth with a hungry intensity that sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. She melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with his.
Wade's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He broke away from the kiss, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unzipped her dress, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch.
Charlotte gasped, her hands flying to his chest, but before she could protest, she remembered. "Wade," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire, "Chuck... he's here."
Wade's eyes flashed with a primal hunger, but he nodded, his voice a low growl. "I know, Charlotte.
I can hear him," Wade murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "But I need you, Charlotte. I need to feel you, taste you." His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks as he leaned in for another searing kiss. Charlotte's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she melted into him. She knew she should feel guilty, knew that Chuck was just one door away, but the heat between them was too intense to resist. Charlotte's breath hitched as she felt the cool air against her heated skin, but she didn't protest.
She couldn't. Not with Wade's hands still roaming over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn't resist. His lips moved to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You're mine tonight, Charlotte. All mine." A shiver ran down her spine, a mix of excitement and fear at the possessiveness in his voice.
She could hear Chuck's voice over the door, chatting with some other guest, his laughter echoing through the penthouse. The sound was a stark reminder of the reality she was about to step into, a reality that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Wade's hands moved from her face, trailing down her neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He unzipped her dress completely, letting it fall to the floor in a soft rustle. She stood before him in her lace bra and matching panties, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt his gaze rake over her body.
"Fuck, Charlotte," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so beautiful." His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her stomach.
She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized just how large he was. Charlotte had never seen anything like it, and the sight of him made her mouth go dry. She looked up at Wade, shock and awe written all over her face. "Wade, you're...
so big," she stammered, her voice barely audible. The reality of his size hit her like a ton of bricks, reminding her of Chuck's inadequacy in comparison. She had always known that Wade was different, that he was a man who could truly satisfy her in ways that Chuck never could. But seeing him like this, so large and powerful, it was almost overwhelming.
Wade's eyes darkened as he saw the shock in her eyes. He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a shiver down her spine. "Don't worry, Charlotte," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I'll take care of you." His hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra with ease. The straps fell away, leaving her breasts exposed to his hungry gaze. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her nipples until they hardened under his touch.
Charlotte gasped, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her panties growing damp as Wade's hands continued to explore her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips before moving lower.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her purse, the sound piercing the air like a gunshot. She jumped, her eyes widening as she realized it was Chuck calling. She looked at Wade, panic and excitement warring in her eyes.
Wade's eyes narrowed as he saw the look on her face. He knew what she was thinking—Chuck was just on the other side of the door. He could hear him, too. But instead of stopping, Wade's hands moved lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties.
"Wade," she whispered, her voice shaking as she tried to pull away. "Chuck... he's...
he's just outside the door," she stammered, her voice barely audible as she tried to pull away from Wade's touch. But Wade's grip tightened, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Answer it," he ordered, his voice a low growl that brooked no argument. Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at Wade, then back at her phone buzzing in her purse. She knew she should answer it, knew that Chuck was just on the other side of the door. But the heat between them was too intense to resist. She took a deep breath and answered the phone, her voice shaking as she said, "Chuck?
I'm here." Wade's hands were still on her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Tell him you're in the bathroom." Charlotte hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying into the phone, "I'm just in the bathroom, Chuck. I'll be out in a minute." She hung up the phone and looked at Wade, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "He's going to come looking for me," she whispered.
Wade's eyes flashed with a dark hunger as he pulled her closer, his hands moving to cup her breasts. "Let him," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "Let him find us." He leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past her teeth as he explored her mouth with an intensity that left her breathless.
Charlotte's phone buzzed again, the sound jarring in the charged silence. She pulled away from Wade's kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked at the screen.
"Chuck again?" Wade asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
Charlotte nodded, her fingers trembling as she answered the call. "Chuck? I'm here," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Wade's hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her stomach. "Tell him you're in the bathroom," he murmured, his voice a low command that sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Charlotte hesitated for a moment before putting the phone back to her ear. "Chuck, I'm... I'm not feeling well," she lied, her voice shaking slightly as Wade's hands began to roam over her body again. "I think I'm going to take a bath and go to bed early." She could hear the concern in Chuck's voice as he replied, "Are you sure you're okay, Charlotte? Do you need me to come in?" Charlotte's breath hitched as Wade's fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes locked onto Wade's as he knelt down in front of her. "No, no," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be fine.
Just... just give me some space." Charlotte's voice trembled as she hung up the phone, her eyes locked onto Wade's as he spread her legs wide, his breath hot against her inner thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, before leaning in to capture her clit between his lips. Charlotte gasped, her fingers gripping his hair as he began to lick and suck at her most intimate place. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent waves of heat coursing through her body.
Wade's tongue explored every inch of her pussy, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place. Charlotte could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to hold back her moans. She knew that Chuck was just on the other side of the door, that he could hear every sound she made.
The thought sent a thrill of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as Wade's tongue continued to explore her most intimate place, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place.
Chuck's voice echoed through the penthouse again, this time more insistent. "Charlotte? Are you okay?" His footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder as he approached the bathroom door. Charlotte's heart pounded in her chest as she looked down at Wade, her eyes wide with panic.
Wade looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of amusement. "Shh," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of Chuck's footsteps. "Let him listen." He leaned in again, his tongue flicking against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Charlotte gasped, her hands flying to Wade's head as she tried to pull him away.
"Wade, stop!" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Chuck's going to hear us!" But Wade just looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of mischief. "Let him," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "Let him hear what you sound like when you come." Before she could protest, he leaned in again, his tongue flicking against her clit with renewed intensity.
The sound of Chuck's footsteps echoed down the hallway once more, growing louder as he approached the bathroom door. "Wade," she whispered, her voice shaking. "He's going to come in here."
Wade just smiled, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to lick and suck at her most intimate place.
Charlotte's breath hitched as she realized what he was doing—he was going to make her come, right here, right now, with Chuck just on the other side of the door.
She could hear Chuck's voice again, this time closer, more insistent. Is that you?
"Wade," she whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. "Chuck... he's right outside. He's going to hear us."
Wade looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of mischief. "Let him," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of Chuck's footsteps. Charlotte gasped, her fingers gripping his hair as she tried to pull him away, but it was too late. The pleasure was too much, too intense, and she could feel her orgasm building, growing closer with each flick of his tongue.
She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, but it was no use. As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, she let out a cry, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound.
Wade looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he slowly stood up, his hands moving to cup her face.
"Charlotte," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're so beautiful when you come."
Charlotte's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she pulled away from Wade's kiss, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw desire that matched her own.
She knew she should feel guilty, should feel ashamed for what they were doing, but all she could feel was the heat between them, the intense connection that was impossible to resist.
"Wade," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "We shouldn't... Chuck is just... he's right outside." "Let him listen," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "Let him hear what he's missing."
Charlotte's breath hitched as she realized what Wade was suggesting.
But before she could respond, the sound of Chuck's voice echoed through the penthouse again, this time further away. Are you in here?" His voice grew fainter as he moved away from the bathroom door, his footsteps receding down the hallway. Charlotte looked at Wade, her eyes wide with surprise. "He can't find me," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. Wade's eyes darkened as he pulled her closer, his hand moving to cup her face. "Good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "Because now we can truly be together." Charlotte hesitated for a moment, the reality of their situation sinking in. She knew she should feel guilty, should feel ashamed for what they were doing, but the heat between them was too intense to resist.
Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and Wade's eyes were dark with desire as he looked at her. But then, as quickly as the fire had ignited between them, Wade's expression changed. He stepped back from her, his hands dropping to his sides, and he sighed. "Charlotte, that was... incredible. But I'm afraid that's it for today." Confusion and a surge of disappointment washed over her, but before she could say anything, Wade continued. "I don't want to rush things. And besides, I have a business meeting I can't miss." He smiled at her, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes—a challenge? "You should get some rest. We'll pick this up another time." He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the forehead, his breath warm against her skin.
"See you soon, Charlotte," he whispered, before turning and walking out of the bathroom, leaving her standing there in her damp panties and bra, disappointment coursing through her veins.
She let out a frustrated sigh, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Wait, Wade!" she called out, rushing after him and pulling her dress back on as she went. But the bathroom door was already closed behind him, and there was no sign of him in the bedroom. She leaned against the doorframe, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to process what had just happened.
How could he just leave her like that? After building up that intensity, that heat between them, only to walk away and leave her alone with her desires unfulfilled? She felt a mix of anger and frustration, but also a lingering sense of arousal that she couldn't shake off.
As Wade walked away, a subtle smirk came to his mouth, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on her. He stopped at the door, looking back at her one last time. "Don't forget, Charlotte. I'll be in touch." With that, he turned and walked out, leaving her standing there in her now dry dress, her heart still pounding in her chest.
Charlotte let out a sigh, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. She was torn between wanting to scream in frustration and wanting to run after him. She paced the room for a moment, trying to get her emotions under control. She was angry with Wade for leaving her like that, but she was also angry with herself for letting things go so far. She knew she should have stopped him, should have told him no. But the truth was, she had wanted it just as much as he had.
She felt a pang of guilt as she walked back into the living room, where Chuck was pacing the floor, his face lined with worry. "Charlotte, thank God," he breathed, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I was so worried about you.
Charlotte nodded, her arms wrapping around him as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm fine, Chuck," she murmured, her voice softening as she looked up at him. "I'm sorry I worried you. I was just... I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, that's all."
Chuck's eyes searched hers, his brow furrowed with concern. "Overwhelmed by what? Or rather, by whom?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. Charlotte bit her lip, looking away from his gaze. She knew she couldn't lie to him, not after what had just happened.
But she also couldn't bear the thought of him finding out about her and Wade. So, she did the only thing she could think of—she lied. "Chuck," she began, her voice shaking slightly, "I'm not feeling well. I think I just need to go home and rest."
Chuck's eyes widened in concern, his hands gripping her shoulders as he searched her face. "Charlotte, what's wrong? You look pale. Do you need me to call a doctor?"
She shook her head, trying to muster a convincing smile. "No, no, it's nothing like that. I just have a bit of a headache, and I think some rest will do me good." She could see the doubt in his eyes, but she pressed on, needing to get away before he could see through her lie. "Really, Chuck, I'll be fine.
I just need some fresh air," Charlotte insisted, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She could see the worry in Chuck's eyes, but she knew she had to get out of there, to clear her head, to escape the lingering heat of her encounter with Wade.
Just as she was about to step out, she felt a hand on her arm, and she turned to see Wade approaching them, his face a mask of concern. "Charlotte, are you alright? Chuck said you weren't feeling well."
Chuck's eyes narrowed as he looked at Wade, a subtle possessiveness in his gaze. "She's just a bit tired, that's all," he said, his voice tight.
Wade nodded, but his eyes were locked onto Charlotte, a silent question in their depths. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him.
"I... I think I should go home," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. Wade immediately stepped forward, his hand resting gently on her arm. "Let me drive you," he offered, his voice soft yet commanding. "You shouldn't be alone right now."
Chuck's grip on her other arm tightened slightly, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. "I can take her home, Wade," he insisted, his voice firm.
Wade's gaze was steady and unyielding as he met Chuck's. "I insist, Chuck. She's in no state to be alone, and you have your own things to take care of here."
Charlotte could feel the tension between the two men as they stared each other down, and she knew she had to intervene before things got out of hand.
She took a deep breath and gently extricated herself from Chuck's grip, then turned to Wade with a polite but firm smile. "Thank you, Wade, that's very kind of you, but I really should just rest at home. Plus, I'm sure Chuck has things he needs to take care of here." She looked back at Chuck, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, really. Just a little bit of fresh air and some rest and I'll be good as new." Wade's eyes narrowed for a moment, but he quickly stepped back, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "Of course, Charlotte. If that's what you want." He turned to Chuck, his voice taking on a more amicable tone. "Chuck, it's been a pleasure, as always.
Let me walk you out," Wade said, his voice steady and calm.
Chuck nodded, his eyes still on Charlotte. "Of course, Wade. Thank you." As they walked away, Chuck turned to face her, his expression serious. "Charlotte, I'd like to go with you, if you don't mind.
I can't leave you alone like this," Chuck said, his voice laced with concern and a hint of possessiveness. Charlotte hesitated for a moment, looking into Chuck's worried eyes. She knew she should insist on going alone, but the truth was, she was still shaken from her encounter with Wade, and the thought of being alone right now was not appealing. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, Chuck.
Let's go home," Charlotte said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She turned to Wade, giving him a polite but firm smile. "Thank you for your concern, Wade. I appreciate it." With that, she walked away, leaving Wade standing there with a subtle smirk on his face.
As they walked out of the penthouse, Charlotte could feel Chuck's eyes on her, his gaze heavy with concern and something else—jealousy? She tried to shake off the feeling of unease that settled in her stomach as they stepped into the elevator.
Once they were inside the car, Chuck turned to her, his voice barely above a whisper. "Charlotte, are you sure you're okay? You seem... different." She looked at him, her eyes meeting his in the reflection of the elevator doors.
"Chuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the elevator. "I need you." He turned to face her, his eyes widening in surprise. "Charlotte," he breathed, his voice filled with concern and something else—desire? She reached out, pulling him into the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest as she pushed him gently onto the bed. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and longing. "Charlotte," he began, but she silenced him with a kiss, her lips pressing against his with a fierce intensity that left him breathless. She could feel his hands on her waist, pulling her closer as she straddled him, her dress riding up her thighs. She broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked down at him. "I need you, Chuck," she whispered, her voice filled with a desperation that surprised even herself.
Chuck's eyes widened in shock as he looked up at her, his hands still on her waist. He had expected her to be distant, maybe even angry after their encounter with Wade, but this... this was something else entirely. He could see the raw emotion in her eyes, the vulnerability that she usually kept hidden behind her confident exterior.
Charlotte's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked down at Chuck, her breath coming in short gasps. She knew she should feel guilty for what she had done with Wade, for the way she had let him touch her, taste her. But all she could feel was a deep sense of longing, a need to be close to someone who understood her, who accepted her for who she was. And right now, that someone was Chuck.
She pushed herself down onto him, feeling his hardness against her core. He gasped, his hands moving to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She could feel his eyes on her, filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "Charlotte," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as she began to grind against him. He moaned into her mouth, his hands moving to grip her hips, guiding her movements. She could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling in her stomach as she moved faster and faster.
Their breaths came in ragged gasps as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Charlotte could feel the pleasure building inside her, the sensation of Chuck's hardness against her most intimate place sending waves of heat through her body. She broke away from his kiss, her head falling back as she moaned in pleasure.
Chuck's hands moved from her waist to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped, her hips moving in a rhythm that mirrored the sensation coursing through her body.
Chuck's eyes were locked onto hers as he guided her hips, his breath coming in short gasps. "Charlotte," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "I thought you were upset with me."
Charlotte's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his as she continued to move against him. "I am," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I need you too." She leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss as she ground against him.
Chuck's hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly as he thrust up into her. Charlotte gasped, her body arching as she felt him fill her completely.
Chuck's grip on her hips tightened, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "Charlotte," he groaned, his voice strained. "I'm... I'm going to..." She could feel him pulsing inside her, his body tensing as he reached his climax. After just three powerful thrusts, he came undone, his release hot and intense. Charlotte's eyes widened in surprise, her body stilling as she realized what had happened.
She looked down at Chuck, his face flushed and eyes closed in satisfaction, and felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. She had wanted more—more intensity, more passion, more of everything that Wade had given her. But Chuck had been gentle, almost tentative, and while it had been nice, it hadn't been enough to satisfy the hunger that still burned within her.
She quickly pulled away from him, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to hide her disappointment. She couldn't let him see how unsatisfied she was—it would only hurt him more. She forced a smile onto her face and leaned down to kiss him gently on the cheek. "That was... nice," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Chuck's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting hers with a softness that made her heart ache. "Charlotte," he began, his voice filled with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?
Chuck's eyes searched hers, concern etched on his face.
Charlotte hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I'm fine, really. Just a bit tired," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Chuck's brow furrowed slightly as he studied her face. "You know, if you ever want to talk about what's going on with you and Wade, I'm here for you," he offered softly.
Charlotte's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Wade's name. She looked away, her eyes falling on the cityscape outside their window. "I know," she replied quietly. "Thank you."
Chuck reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time, Charlotte. It's okay to lean on me."
Charlotte turned back to him, her eyes meeting his.
Charlotte felt a lump form in her throat as she looked into Chuck's warm, understanding eyes. She knew he meant well, but she couldn't bring herself to lean on him. Not yet. Not when she was still grappling with her own desires and the complexities of her feelings for both Chuck and Wade.
Later that night, Charlotte couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of Wade and their encounter earlier that day. She could still feel his touch, his lips on her skin, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered dirty words that sent shivers down her spine.
She tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the sound of Chuck's steady breathing next to her.
But it was no use. Wade's face kept flashing through her mind—his confident smirk, his dark eyes filled with desire. She knew that Chuck was everything that Wade wasn't—kind, gentle, loving. But it was that very difference that made Wade so alluring.
Charlotte sighed, pulling the covers up to her chin as she stared up at the ceiling. She knew she should feel guilty for her feelings towards Wade, for the way she had let him touch her, taste her. But all she could feel was a deep sense of longing, a need to explore this new side of herself that she had discovered with Wade.
As she lay there in the darkness, she couldn't help but compare Wade's intensity to Chuck's gentleness. Wade had taken control, had made her feel things she had never felt before. He had pushed her boundaries, challenged her in ways that Chuck never would.