MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

The pungent smell of puke spread through the air, and it was made worse by Crystal's inability to stop vomiting. Eric was upset, but he tried to be patient. He knew that this was not her fault. After all, she had not dr*gged herself. He said, "Crystal, stop puking and help me take my clothes off."

Crystal's vomiting fit tapered off until she was just dry heaving. She looked at him for a moment, and then she said, "I'm sorry, but I need to go to the bathroom first." Her throat felt like it was on fire, and her cramps were unbearable.

Without waiting for Eric to reply, Crystal stumbled out of bed and began to crawl towards the door. When Eric saw the direction she was going, his eyes went wide.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Honey! You're going in the wrong direction. That's not the door to the bathroom!"

On the other side of the door, Nathan could hear everything that was being said, and he called out to his love. "Crystal!" he cried. "Can you hear me?"

Crystal frowned when she heard Nathan's voice in the next room. She thought - If Nathan is in the next room, who did I just throw up on? By now, she was feeling feverish, and nothing was making sense. She had a good idea, though, that once she opened the door, she would understand everything.

When Eric saw that she had not changed her course, he began to struggle against the metal cuffs that bound him to the bed. It was of no use, though, and he was not surprised. After all, Paul was all about efficiency and perfection. Eric remembered his friend once said, "Anything not worth doing well is not worth doing at all."

Finally, he gave up. He tried calling Crystal again, but she did not seem to hear him, so all he could do was wait and see what would happen once she opened the door.

Nathan watched the door with anxious anticipation. He regretted the way he had treated Crystal, but he had not realized what he had until he'd seen her with another man. And by then, it had been too late.

The first time Crystal showed her love for Eric, his heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave. When he hit bottom, his chest caved in, and it became hard to breathe, especially when he thought about them together. If I am forced to watch them make love - he thought - then I will surely die...

Nathan thought that the punishment that Eric and Crystal had thought up was beyond cruel. His heart was numb, and his purple lips pressed tightly together. He could hear Crystal, but he refused to allow himself the luxury of hope.

The sound of the doorknob turning seemed to tear Nathan's heart asunder. If he were able, he would kneel before her, make compromises, and burn any bridges she asked him to.

Nathan shuddered, and his hands clenched into fists. How did I get here? - he asked himself - And how did I let things get so bad? If he were able, he would tie her up and haul her away.

The door opened, and he could tell right away that Crystal was drunk. Of course, he knew that she had been drinking, but he had not expected her to be so corked.

For some reason, Crystal was not surprised to see him. She looked him in the eyes, and she seemed drawn to him. As she stumbled forward, Eric shouted at her to "Get back, here!" But she paid him no mind.

Eric had sent his guards away before carrying Crystal upstairs, a decision he was now regretting. Because of his mistake, no matter how loud he shouted, no one would hear his pleas for help.

Crystal finally reached the bed. She reached out her hand and slowly touched Nathan's face; his eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips....

Nathan opened his mouth, and she drew two fingers into his mouth. He began to suck them gently, and a pleasurable shiver ran down Crystal's back. He nibbled on them, and there was a moment of slight pain, but it was nice. She felt a warmth in her loins. It spread out to the rest of her body as he caressed her left breast with his right hand.

Finally, Crystal could bear it no more, and she threw herself recklessly into the bed. She began to tug at Nathan's clothes, but she accidentally bumped his abdomen with her elbow in her hurry.

Nathan gasped and cried out in pain.

Crystal froze.

Nathan looked up and frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "It's too hot," Crystal explained, and she began to tug at her clothes.

Nathan could tell that she was not herself, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Have you been dr*gged?" He did not feel comfortable taking advantage of her. If they were to make love, he wanted it to be completely consensual.

Crystal was so focused on taking off her clothes that she did not hear what Nathan had said. Once she was naked, she tried to get his pants off, but she could not undo his belt buckle. She could feel his erection, and her inability to access it infuriated her.

Nathan's frozen heart came to life again as she massaged his manh**d. It beat wildly, and it occurred to him that she had rescued him from the ice cave it had fallen into - And as she smiled at him, all his concerns slipped away. "Slow down and be gentle," he said. "I am still in recovery..."

Crystal nodded. Then she slipped off the bed so that she could take off his trousers and underwear without hurting him. Nathan uttered a sigh of relief as his soldier stood to attention, and she gave it a little kiss.

From the next room, Nathan could hear Eric shouting angrily, and he smiled wickedly.

My, how the tables have turned - he thought. Crystal climbed back onto Nathan's chest, and they both moaned in satisfaction as the two became one.

For a while, they did not f**k or make love. Crystal leaned forward, and with her bare breasts pressed tightly against his chest, she held him. It was nice just to lay there together.. Connected and as still as they were, Eric's shouting seemed like it was a million miles away.