Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Crystal had the fireworks stashed under the porch, and they took them to the middle of the yard. Once they were settled, she began to set off the fireworks, and she danced with Clark on the lawn.

Occasionally, Crystal thought about Nancy. She had no idea what could have been so important that she would abandon her son. If she did not return soon, Crystal would have to take Clark with her when she went to live with Eric. The alternative was to leave him with Nathan, but she was afraid that he would abuse the child.

And then there was Noah to worry about. If she was loyal to Eric, then he would give Noah the antidote. Perhaps then, Noah could raise Clark until Nancy returned. It was just a thought... At least with Noah, the boy would be safe, and they already acted like a Father and son when they were together.

Crystal hugged Clark and gave him several kisses on his forehead. The poor child was young, and he was practically an orphan. She thought of Little Orphan Annie and her sad song - The sun will come out tomorrow. Tomorrow, I love you'¦

Suddenly, Nathan barged out of the house. As usual, he had two bodyguards with him. "What are you doing out here?" he growled.

"We are setting off fireworks, dancing, and taking pictures," Crystal replied. "The fireworks are so beautiful. Would you like to take a picture with us?"

Without saying a word, Nathan came over and put his arms around Crystal.

The servant adjusted the camera and shouted, "Cheers!"

Clark immediately reached out his hand. He made rabbit ears on top of his head, and his fingers blocked Nathan's face. The servant looked at the picture, frowned, and said, "Mr. Davis, your face is blocked. Let's try again."

The servant counted down again - "One, two, three, Cheers!"- and at the last minute, up went Clark's hand.

Nathan's face began to turn red. He thought there was only so much aggravation that I could handle from this brat. First, he ruins dinner, and now he is trying to ruin these pictures!

Crystal could see that Nathan was getting angry, so she picked Clark up and said, "Let's take one more picture. This time, put your arms around my neck."

"But my Mommy says it's cute when I take pictures like this." He showed her his rabbit ears.

"That move is corny," Crystal argued. "Let's try something different, okay? At the last minute, why don't you give me a kiss on the cheek?"

Nathan was furious when he heard this. "What did I tell you about other men kissing you?" he shouted. He turned to one of his bodyguards and ordered him to take Clark away. Once the boy was gone, he put his arm around Crystal's shoulder and told the servant to take a picture."

The servant looked at the camera, and his face turned white.

"What now?" Nathan hissed.

"The battery is dead..."

"Well, this day sucks," Nathan whined. He sat down on the ground and stuck out his lower lip. He looked so pathetic that Crystal could barely contain her laughter. "Don't make such a big deal out of this," she said. "It is nothing. You can have your picture taken anytime you want.

Let's go inside and get our phones. Then we can come back and take as many pictures as we want."

"Fine." Nathan sniffed. "Just keep that kid away from me."

Crystal nodded. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, and she said, "I'm surprised it took you so long to come outside. Were you watching the news the whole time?"

"I was taking care of something," Nathan replied. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Sounds great." Crystal smiled, but then she realized that he had dodged the question, and her grin disappeared. What is he up to? - she wondered. The thought that he was up to his usual shenanigans made her uneasy.

Nathan snapped his fingers, and a servant appeared. She had a tray balanced on her right hand. On it, there was a bottle of red wine and two goblets. He poured her a glass first, and when she took it, she took a sip.

The minute the glass touched her lips, Nathan began to watch at her intently, but she did not notice. It was not until she had finished the glass that she realized that he had not touched his.

"Why aren't you drinking?" Crystal asked.

"I was distracted by your beauty," Nathan replied. He poured her a second glass and smiled. "I could watch you all day..."

Crystal laughed and put her arm around his neck. Her whole body felt warm, but as her body moved, something strange happened. Her head began to spin, and her eyes went blurry.

"What's wrong," she murmured. "I only had one g-glass, but I feel like... like I've h-had a whole b bottle...Did you p-put s-something in the wine?"

Nathan put his arm around her waist and said nothing.

"You d-dr*gged m-me..." Crystal was shocked, but she was also helpless. She tried to push him away, but her body did not respond. A second passed, and she lost consciousness.

****

The song came to an end, and Nathan turned to look at Crystal. She was wearing a lace nightgown. Her face was delicate, and her hair hung down over her shoulders. He thought - She is like an elegant, holy goddess. "Don't move," he said.

Crystal froze as Nathan knelt in front of her. He kissed her toes, her instep, her ankles, and all the way to the hem of her nightgown. He took a cheeky peek to see if she was wearing panties. Then he kissed her knees and inner thighs.

He moaned her name, and her eyes blurred as he kissed her provocatively. Just before he reached her panty line, though, he stood up and kissed her on the lips.

Crystal's mind went blank, and when she closed her eyes, she imagined that Nathan was a noble God. When she had first met him, he was arrogant, conceited, and sarcastic. Now, though, he was different.

"I am yours." Nathan kissed her earlobe, and he whispered her name repeatedly as if it were a mantra.

Crystal smiled shyly as she opened her nightgown. "And I am yours."

****

It was the first time that they had made love in the living room. Normally, they were more private, but their lust had been so intense that it had not allowed them the time to move their lovemaking to Nathan's bedroom.

Now that they were done, they lied face-to

face on the sofa, with only a small blanket to cover their nudity. Nathan ran his fingers through Crystal's hair. She touched his cheek and whispered his name. She ran her fingernails against the short stubble on his face. "Are you tired?" she asked.

"Not really. Maybe a little bit." Nathan shrugged. "Are you?"

"I'm exhausted, but I don't think that I could sleep.. I'm too wound up. Why don't you tell me a story?"