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He wasn’t one to waste time. He kept his hand on her, only occasionally teasing her by tapping a finger or two between her legs. Within another fifteen minutes they arrived at the new apartment he was staying at, which to her surprise was a lot bigger than she expected.

Chace parked as hastily as he could and grabbed her hand. When he squeezed and helped her get out of the car she giggled with excitement.

“I feel like a teenage high school girl,” Julie exclaimed as they rushed out towards the front door.

“You taste like a young teenage high school girl,” Chace said with a naughty wink right as he produced the keys out of his pocket.

Julie laughed and for the first time in a long time she felt the urge to just rip off her clothes right then and there. As Chace struggled to find the right key for the door she swayed left and right, hoping to flash a little bit of skin or at least distract him with an utter sense of cuteness. It did work because even when the door was unlocked he kept the door shut and spent another five minutes burying his face in hers, pressing her down with yet another torrid kiss.

By the time they got inside, her dress was a mess and Chace already had his shirt off. It was the time for some action and Julie didn’t want to lose the momentum of the opportunity given to them. So she gave him her all, never asking him to stop and instead welcoming every bit of attention that she got.

Their kisses turned to nibbles and it wasn’t long until she felt the thick grip of his member once again tunneling between her legs. Her womanhood, moist in anticipation, welcomed his thrusts and she even felt her body tighten to keep him in.

Chace kept on pressing in, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper. With each passing moment his rhythm picked up the pace and soon her whole body was rocking with the passion of the moment. Their bodies swayed and rocked, causing the bed to creak and groan along with their grunts and moans.

The night roared with the passion of their love-making and Julie’s soft moans.

Chapter Seven

Early the next morning, Julie’s phone was flooded with text messages. She found herself by the kitchen table reading them as she had her pancakes and coffee. It was black coffee, as usual, despite Chace’s insistence to add creamer and chocolate.

“Mel’s being a little ball of fire,” Julie told Chace as the latter sat down to join her for breakfast. Her face scrunched up in disgust when she saw he added a layer of butter, maple syrup, strawberry jam and some blueberry jam. He even added some whipped cream and then dripped hot chocolate syrup on top.

“What is that?” Julie asked with her eyes glued to the monstrosity.

Chace shrugged, took a fork of pancakes, and popped it into his mouth. “Pancakes.”

Julie rolled her eyes and then stared down at her plate. She had two pancakes, layered with hot butter. It looked really boring in comparison but it also looked a lot more edible.

“These are pancakes,” Julie retorted as she pointed at her meal. “That’s the kind of meal you get when Melissa McCarthy devours a human being and then sprinkles candy after vomiting out the innards.”

Chace poked a fork into his meal. “It doesn’t look disgusting at all.” He then popped another fork-full into his mouth so nonchalantly it shook Julie to the bone. She shuddered with disgust.

“Ugh,” was all she could muster. “Well, anyway, disgusting pancakes or not, we need to start practicing. There’s only a week before that stupid Christmas reunion thing.”

“I don’t know,” Chace answered with food still in his mouth – which utterly disturbed Julie but she knew he was only doing it to gross her out even further. “I think we were dancing pretty a-okay last night, Jules.”

She glared at him and pointed her fork at him, “I’ll poke those eyes out. Last night was… it was…” Julie still couldn’t finish her sentence knowing just how good last night was.

“Uh-huh, yep, that’s exactly what I thought,” Chace teased her. “Well, I know we do need to practice – like actual, practice, not screwing-around-because-you’re-so-yummy practice.”

Julie nodded and munched down further. “Okay but when? I still have work to finish today but I’ll be free for like a week and a half after I send this project over to my client. I still have something after that but I can take like ten days off before I start. Cramming is my specialty, you know.”

As she spoke Chace stared straight into her eyes. He could see her lips moving and he knew she was saying something but none of the words were sinking into his head. The whole world was silent as he was caught mesmerized.

“Hey,” Julie snapped her fingers inches from his face. “Did you hear a single word I said?”

Chace stared blankly at her and made up whatever he could on the spot. “Uh, cramming is your specialty?”

Julie let out a soft sigh and then patted his head. “It’s okay little pup, one day you too will grow and spread wings. Until then, you’re an undead zombie just mindlessly crawling up to the neighbor’s yard where you’ll eventually get killed by rabid plants and a lawnmower.”

“Really? Nobody plays Plants vs Zombies anymore.”

“I do,” Julie squinted at him. “Seriously though, I was saying we need to focus.”

“Oh. Yeah, yeah, I get it Jules. Uh, hold on a minute though, okay? Let me just check my email and see what my clients are saying. I might need to take a minute real quick.”

Julie nodded and finished the rest of her pancakes as Chace flipped out his phone and down the rabbit hole he went. He started it off pretty simple – checking his email and replying to a few business clients. Yet a few minutes after he was checking his social media accounts and then his work files. A few minutes after he was busy sorting out files on his cloud storage drive.

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