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Chace was teasing her more than she thought he would. Already she could feel the warm moisture between her legs and the tension in her chest was tingling more than ever. That was when she realized her breath was getting shorter and raspier. That was when she noticed she had one reaching down between her legs and she knew Chace could see it too.

“Babe, get over here and fucking kiss me,” Julie instructed right as she slid her hand underneath her clothes and began to gently caress the soft flesh of her womanhood. A soft mew of a moan escaped her lips and her eyes narrowed with desire burning within them.

Chace did not disappoint and before she knew it he was right on top of her, his hand on her breast and his lips pressing down on hers. The warmth of his passion was flooding her senses and Julie began to feel a little overwhelmed with the weight of his attack. It was drowning. It was suffocating. It was intoxicating and damn did she love every second of it.

Their bodies melted together, fitting like two pieces to a puzzle, and for the first time in a long time Julie felt like her weight wasn’t an issue. She felt free and it allowed her to be as wild and as passionate as she wanted.

Buzz!

In a fraction of a second, in one single moment, all that freedom and beauty of the moment evaporated like it never ever existed. Chace had to step away from her for a moment and dug his hand into his pocket. To Julie’s chagrin, he pulled out his phone and in another moment or two he was seated, his back against the couch rest, thumbing through the messages on his phone.

Julie sat up and made no effort to hide her dismay. “Really? You’re going to bury your face in your phone instead of ripping my clothes off? I wonder what my pussy tastes like. Oh, that’s right, you’re not going to find out because I’m not going to let you have a go at it if you’re going to shrug it off in favor of your phone.”

Chace looked at her real quick and then tossed his phone off to the side when he realized Julie was not kidding around. She was mad, with her arms crossed and her lips pursed tightly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he scooted back to her side. Chace gave her a peck on the cheek and then on the neck, hoping she would melt right back into his arms. “I didn’t mean to. I was just worried that maybe it was something important.”

“Please don’t ever do that again,” Julie told him. “I don’t want us to repeat the same mistakes that tore us apart. I love you, Chace, I do and I don’t want us to be ripped apart because of our stupid decisions.”

Chace shook his head but she noticed a sudden flare of anger in his expression. “Me checking my phone while we’re making out and you sleeping with someone to comfort your self-esteem are two very different things. Don’t try to equate those two on the same ground because one is clearly more severe than the other.”

Julie knew when she was being savaged and she wasn’t going to let this one down. “Chace, don’t try to bring this back down on me. We were all fine and dandy until you had to remind me of all the bullshit from the past because you couldn’t let go of your phone and make out with me.”

“Jules, I’m sorry,” Chace clearly didn’t want to keep fighting with her. “Let’s just forget about this. Want to binge-watch something on Netflix or something?”

Julie sighed but instead of getting really pissed off she just shut her eyes, calmed herself, and nodded in agreement. She then scooted closer and he wrapped his arm around her.

“Sure, as long as I get to pick what we’re watching,” she relented. “I don’t want anything scary or traumatic. No romantic-comedies either.”

“Gee, that severely limits our options,” Chace responded as he reached for the remote control for the TV. “How about we go with a dumb but entertaining action flick, eh, Jules?”

She laughed and cuddled into his arms, resting her head on his chest. He snuggled her in warmly, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and allowed them to finally have a moment together, free from the distractions of his work.

Chapter Eight

“Where are you going?” Chace asked when he awoke and realized Julie was already out of the bed, halfway dressed. She was putting on her shoes and fixing up her makeup by the time he sat up.

“I need to get back and help Mel and Ned,” she answered. “There’s a big wedding coming up and I need to start talking to the hotel the bride and groom are going to stay in.”

Chace bit down on his lip, stared at her real hard, and then got out of the bed, allowing the blanket to fall to the floor. Exposed, he was in plain sight for Julie to see and she definitely felt her gaze draw towards the sight of his gorgeous, muscle-bound body. With his hair getting long and the muscles rippling across his chest and abs, Chace somewhat reminded her of an even steamier version of Fabio, if that was even possible.

Of course, the sight of his humongous toy dangling between his legs made her nearly drool in excitement. It was getting hard with just the way she stood there and stared at it. To further entice her, Chace reached down and began to stroke his member. He started slowly but as his erection got stiffer his pumps got faster.

“Stop it!” Julie shouted with a big smile on her face. She was giggling and she did try to cover her eyes but she couldn’t help but gasp and peek at him. “Oh my God, Chace, stop it. You’re making me wet here. Don’t blame me if I suck you out dry and then some.”

Chace smiled and slowed down with his strokes. He didn’t let go, however. “Babe, your pretty little mouth around this is like an advanced Christmas gift no matter how you put it.”

Julie laughed and walked over to give his cock a luscious kiss on the head, leaving a mark from her red lipstick. She then got back up and gave Chace a lick on his lips. “Call me, okay? I’ll let you know when we’re done with work and that jazz.”

“You better, girl, we still have practice to finish,” Chace pointed out as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You take care now.”

Julie reached down and gave his cock a sudden squeeze before she turned around to head out for the door. “I love you, Chace Matthews.”

“I love you too, Julie Evans.”

More than content, Julie gave one more kiss and then headed out. She had to take the bus back to their apartment but when she did get home she found Melissa at the living room, on her laptop, sorting through their work documents.

Melissa spotted her first the moment Julie walked in and she let out this really long, low whistle. “Damn, you look like you just won the lottery. Was the sex really that good?”

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