Charles lifted Gemma up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He supported her with his hands on her bottom and carried her to the bed.
"Let me." Gemma said, when she noticed him unbuttoning his shirt. She lifted her soft hands to his buttons and unbuttoned then until she reached his belt. She unfastened his belt and then she shocked Charles. She unzipped his pants with her teeth. He felt himself throbbing in anticipation. She did not disappoint. Taking him deep in her throat, he felt his brain short circuit momentarily.
He began pulling at her clothing desperately. As her milky white skin was revealed to him, he felt in awe of her beauty. He wanted to possess it. To possess her. He pushed her back onto the bed and pinned her beneath himself. He felt pent up sexual frustration and wild desire overcoming him.
"I want you more than I've ever wanted any other woman." he said hoarsely, in her ear. He grabbed her hands above her head with one of his hands and moved his other hand over her body. She writhed in anticipation, gasping, whimpering, moaning. Her responsiveness made him feel he could wait no longer.
Then, his phone began ringing. And ringing. And ringing.
"Do you need to get that?" Gemma gasped, tearing her lips away from his mouth to speak.
"Ignore it." He panted. But the phone refused to be ignored. He growled in anger and pulled away to answer his phone.
"This better be important." He muttered.
It was his grandmother. He knew what this was about, no doubt.
"Hello, Grandmother." He answered.
"Charles, you've done a lot of things in the past to avoid your family responsibility but this crosses the bottom line!" She scolded him.
"I have successfully managed the family business for nearly ten years. How could I be neglecting responsibility, Grandmother?" He asked.
"Your responsibility to marry and have sons!" She complained.
"This is about Ellen." He said, his voice dull.
"Of course it is! Ellen has been by your side since you were a boy. How long will you keep her waiting?" His Grandmother argued.
"I have said many times and I'll say it again. I will never marry Ellen. Besides, I'm seeing someone right now." He suddenly thought that Gemma might be the key getting Ellen out of their heads once and for all.
"You really are seeing someone?" His Grandmother asked.
"Yes, I really am." He said.
"You shameless boy, why haven't you brought her back to us before now? Were you planning to keep her a secret?" His Grandmother asked.
"She's not a secret. I'll bring her to meet everyone soon enough." Charles promised.