Page 47 of Tempt Me

17.

CHLOE

I wake up in Jase’s bed feeling like I just ran a marathon. A sweaty, incredible, sex marathon that’s left me aching and sore in all the right places.

I roll over, feeling the imprint of his hands on my body like he’s branded me. God, how many times did I come last night?

More than I ever have in my life before, that’s for sure.

I blush to think of all the things we did, but I refuse to be ashamed. I followed my instincts and finally took what I wanted—over and over again.

And damn, it feels good.

I can hear Jase down the hallway, so I pull on one of his shirts and pad barefoot out to find him. He’s on his cellphone, but gives me a wink and points to the table. There’s food waiting, another of his famous fry-ups. I take a seat at the table and pour myself some coffee. The eggs are just right, and the bacon is perfectly crisp.

Half a dozen orgasms and he cooks me breakfast? Yup, I could definitely get used to this.

Jase finishes up his call and joins me. “Good morning,” he says, lazily dropping a kiss on my forehead. “You slept like the dead.”

I laugh. “Maybe that’s because someone wore me out last night.”

He grins. “I did warn you. But I don’t recall any complaints.”

“No complaints at all.” I smile and sit back, ready to enjoy breakfast, but Jase just grabs a slice of toast from the plate.

“Sorry, love, but I’ve got to run. Work stuff.”

“Oh.” My spirits drop. But what was I expecting? Jase isn’t the kind of guy to cuddle the next morning. “Sure, that’s fine. I can go get out of your hair right now.”

“Easy there.” Jase grins. “You can take your time. Hell, you can go right back to bed if you want. I’ll finish my work faster if I know you’re naked and waiting for me.”

I exhale in relief. He’s not kicking me out. “No, it’s OK. I have to go help out Amanda before my big open house. And I have some errands to run.”

I think of the ring in my bag, still weighing me down even though it’s not on my finger anymore. The sooner I can return it to Max, the sooner I can move on for good.

“But... I’m free later?” My words hang on a question, hoping Jase takes me up on it.

“I’ll call you tonight then,” Jase says, giving me a wolfish look. “See if we can’t fix that craving of yours.”

I grin. “Am I really so obvious?”

He laughs. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The feeling’s mutual.” He leans in and murmurs, “I’ve still got all kinds of plans for that sweet pussy of yours.”

My stomach flips over. “Why wait?” I murmur, reaching for him. “I don’t have to go for... ooh, another ten whole minutes. And I need to take a shower first...”

My hand moves lower, and Jase groans. “Minx,” he curses, and then sweeps me out of the chair and throws me over his shoulder.

I squeal in surprise. “Jase! Put me down!”

“You asked for it,” he laughs, and spanks my bare ass as he carries me through the apartment to his huge, marble bathroom. He sets me down in the massive shower and turns on the water, not pausing a moment before he strips our clothes and pushes me back against the tile.

Zero to “can’t stand I’m so turned on” in thirty seconds flat. Fuck. “How do you do it?” I ask, as my body presses against him eagerly. “How do you make me feel this way?”

I catch a glimpse of something tender in Jase’s eyes, then it’s gone—replaced with a dangerously sexy look.

“What way?” he demands, parting my legs wider. He strokes over me possessively, and even though I’m still tender from last night, I sigh at the pleasure of his touch.

“Crazy,” I whisper, watching his face. “Out of control.”

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