The Billionaire’s Savior

Chris glared as he started circling around Robyn, trying to figure out the best way to attack. Robyn mirrored his movements and slunk around like a cat weighing all of her options. She knew that Chris was too impatient to wait until she decided to attack first and that would be his downfall. So she decided to bide her time and watched his movements like a hawk so that she would be prepared at any moment.

Robyn didn’t have to wait long before Chris charged at her, intending to grab her from behind in a hold. She dropped down to the ground and let her leg swing out and kicked his legs out from under him, catching him by surprise and causing him to land on his ass.

Everyone hollered in laughter while Chris looked pissed huddled on the floor. “I believe, as per our agreement, that you will be buying these guys drinks for the rest of the night, Chris.” Robyn said, mirth coloring her every word. She bent down closer to him and patted him on the shoulder, “And maybe next time you should reconsider your opponent before starting a fight. I wouldn’t want you to be over-confident and get hurt.”

Chris glared at Robyn’s retreating figure and decided that he wasn’t going to let her have the last word.

*****

Robyn came home the next day from a long day of filming to see Chris leaning against the door frame, waiting for her to arrive.

“I demand a rematch.” He said instead of a greeting. His arms were crossed over his tight, gray henley emphasizing his well-established physic. Robyn wanted to groan at the figure he made standing there.

Robyn scoffed, “And what makes you think you would win in a rematch?” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I won’t underestimate you this time… and this time grappling is okay, but still no groin or head shots. And we go until one of us gets pinned.” He said sternly.

Robyn sighed and stepped past him and dropped her backpack on the coat hanger before walking into the house. “If you really want to subject yourself to more ridicule then alright, let’s do this.”

Chris’ eyes were dark and narrow with an emotion Robyn couldn’t name. On most men she would have called it lust, but seeing Chris display that emotion was practically improbable outside of their bedroom since he made a point to normally remain composed at all times. “Like I said, I’m prepared this time.” He said.

They cleared away some of the living room furniture and faced each other. The first round was over almost before it started with Robyn perched on Chris chest, effectively pinning him.

“Pinned ya.” She smirked.

“You weren’t playing fair.” He pouted, his arms pinned above his head. He was also trying to not focus on the fact that Robyn’s body was pressed intimately against his.

Robyn smirked and pressed closer to him so that she was right beside his ear. “Did you expect me to fight fair? You only said no groin or head shots.”

“But the rules of sparring…” Chris said breathlessly.

“Are null and void by your own statement at the beginning. And besides, I grew up on the streets; you should have expected this… I’m rather disappointed.” Robyn tsked in his ear.

Chris moaned softly before replying, “Best two out of three.”

Robyn rolled against him slowly and purposely, causing another soft moan, as she stood up. “You’re on.”

The second round took a little bit longer, ending this time with Chris pinning Robyn down.

“Now look who’s the victor.” Chris smiled down and Robyn, obviously pleased with his win.

“There’s still another round. And besides I’ve won two whereas you have only won one. I’m still ahead.” Robyn said struggling against his hold. She was still trying to find a way to reverse the situation and win.

Chris laughed at her attempts, “That’s true, but the only ones that matter right now are these three.”

By then his stance relaxed enough that Robyn knew she could make her move. She bucked her hips up and shifted her weight to the side and flipped him, delighting in his look of shock as he tried to brace himself for a fall.

“Don’t you know that the first rule is constant vigilance, Chris? I mean, I will still give you that win out of pity… but we really know who the winner is now.”

Chris scowled and stood up ready for the last round. This round took the longest and was definitely taking a toll on the two. It had turned into a sensual dance between the two and both were trying to ignore the lust and emotions swirling around them so that they could keep that competitive edge. Both wanted to win and that drive only seemed to heighten the atmosphere between them.

Finally, Robyn had him pinned. They were both sweaty and breathing heavy; staring deep into the other’s eyes.

“Pinned ya, again.” Robyn whispered in his ear, mirroring her moves from the first time. Chris moaned again, lost in his own daze.

Sensing that he wouldn’t pull a move similar to the one she did a minute ago she let her hands relax on his forearms and slowly move down so that they were pressing into his chest. He looked up at her, eyes glazed over, as she bent down so that her lips were within an inch of his own. She could feel the hitch in his breathing at her closeness, “I win.” She whispered into his mouth.

“I see that.” Chris panted.

Robyn leaned back and started drawing random shapes along his chest and smiled when she made him shudder. “Now… what shall I do with you? After all, as the winner I should get to claim a prize.” She teased.

Chris eyes darkened even more at her words.

“But what shall it be?” She said, shifting in his lap to make him groan. “I could… make you dress in an ‘I support Donald Trump shirt… or I could have you clean my equipment… or I could make you leave the house alone…” She mused.

She turned her attention back to the man pinned underneath her and moved her hands to his stomach, tracing his abs and bent down closer to his face. “Or I could just have you admit that you were wrong.”

Chris scrunched his face in pain. “Yes, that will do. I don’t believe I have ever heard the great Chris Odom admit he was wrong before.” Robyn taunted as she let her hands go underneath his shirt.

At feeling her bare hands on his chest Chris snapped and flipped them over so that he was now on top and pressed against her. He hung his head in the crook of her neck and rambled incoherently. “Fine, you were right. I was wrong. Just… sexy…. love… You win,” was all Robyn could make out and she opened her mouth to retort about his lack of mental focus when her own flew out the window as she felt his mouth on her neck and moaned.

Chris continued to kiss her neck in between words, “If you think you are going to get me to do anything that involves getting off this floor you are crazy.”

Robyn smiled and turned her head so that their lips were aligned. “Oh, really?”

Chris gazed at her intently, “Yes, I have big plans for this floor and you are not getting up until you are truly satisfied at my repentance for ever doubting that you could take care of yourself.” He finished before letting his lips finally meet hers.

After a while he broke the kiss panting, “I love you.” He said as he stared deeply into her eyes. It was the first time either of them had used the word and Chris was waiting with baited breath for her response.

“I know.” Robyn said before pulling him back in for a passionate kiss to convey all the love she felt for him.

Chris let himself fall into the kiss and wrapped his arms around her to pull her as close to him as physically possible and knew that even though she did love him, due to their unusual circumstances, he would have to wait to hear those words. And he would gladly wait centuries for her.