Page 5 of Billionaire Daddies Next Door

“No!” I grabbed a bottle of water and took a long drink. Before I could put it down on the counter, Chase took it from me and drank half of it in one go. “Hey! That’s not yours! Just like my diner isn’t yours. Not really. You have no problem just spreading yourself out and claiming things, do you?”

He scoffed. “I haven’t claimed half the shit I want to, woman!”

I snatched the water back and finished it. “There. Now there’s none left for you to steal.”

“You’re a child.”

“And you’re an old man!” I bumped him with my shoulder as I marched out of the kitchen and into my bedroom. I was so angry that I wasn’t thinking, which was a constant state of being for me when Chase was around.

“I’m an old man? Are you kidding? I’m forty-one.” He growled the words out.

“Thanks for letting me know. I care so much.” I spun around to face him and poked him in the chest. “You just think you can do whatever you want. You took over my diner and now you’re in my house, telling me how I should treat my doors! And you brought in two more jerks who are just like you! Where do you get off?”

Chase grabbed my hand when I tried to poke him again and used it to yank me into his chest. The moment my body connected with his hard one, I felt the air around us shift and become charged. He gripped my ponytail with his other hand and pulled my head back so I was looking up at him. “Do you ever shut up?”

My mouth moved without my brain firing correctly. “Why don’t you make me shut up?”

Both of our chests rose and fell like we’d been running and Chase’s hands tightened around my wrist and hair, until my lips parted from the sting. He leaned in ever so slightly. “You’re the most stubborn woman I’ve ever known.”

I licked my lips and watched his eyes track the motion. “And you’re the cockiest man I’ve ever known.”

His blue eyes flashed. “It’s hard with you around all day, woman.”

CHAPTER 4

Joanie

I glanced over at my bed and watched Chase do the same. Butterflies big enough to carry passengers took flight in my stomach when his eyes narrowed and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. He looked like he was in pain when he met my eyes again. My heart beat erratically against my chest and I could feel my pulse between my thighs in a way I never had before.

Chase looked down at my lips and muttered a prayer for forgiveness before closing the gap between our mouths. One minute he was lecturing me and the next he had his lips on mine and was kissing me hard enough to bruise. I gasped and he stroked his tongue into my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair until my back arched and I was pressed even tighter to his body from knee to nose.

A few things went through my brain at once. Chase Daniels was kissing me. He tasted like chocolate. I could feel something wildly hard against my stomach. And I was kissing Chase Daniels. I wasn’t just letting him kiss me. I was participating fully. I was tugging against his hold on my hair to kiss him the way I wanted to. Which was aggressively. I was starving for him. I wanted to taste every part of him in that moment and if I didn’t, I felt like I would die. It was rough, with our teeth knocking and each of us nipping and sucking, actively trying to mark the other. I felt like a wild animal. I wanted to hurt him as much as I wanted him to keep kissing me.

With a growl, Chase let me go and backed away, putting several feet of space between us. He was breathing hard and his eyes were wild as he looked me over. His pupils were eating up all the color in his eyes and his mouth was red and swollen behind the multiple-day stubble growing in on his face. He looked like a wolf in the middle of a fight, taking a step back to better assess his challenger. His hands flexed at his sides and I knew he wasn’t done with me.

I glared at him and my voice came out husky as I warned him away. “Don’t do that again.”

He took a step closer. “That’s going to be a problem for me, sweetheart.”

I took a step back and licked my lips. “Why?”

He closed the distance between us and gripped my upper arms. “Because I’m a fucking gentleman and I can see how needy you are right now.”

I gaped up at him. “Chase…”

He tightened his grip on my arms and I had to go up on my tiptoes as he pulled me even closer. “How wet are you right now, sweetheart? I can see the way you’re pressing those pretty thighs together to get some relief.”

I growled. “I’m not wet. You don’t affect me, Chase.”

His lips tipped up in a smirk as he walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and I went down. Suddenly eye level with his very large bulge, I swallowed and he swore even as he yanked my pajama shorts down my legs. My pulse jumped into top speed when he pulled my panties to the side and let out a pained growl.

“You’re fucking dripping, sweetheart. I think I affect you. Your sharp tongue can say whatever it wants, but these lips? These lips don’t lie.” He dragged his knuckle over my slit and smiled when I sucked in a sharp breath. “Is this a special circumstance or do you get this wet every time we fight, Joanie?”

I glared up at him even as I braced myself on the bed behind me and prayed he’d touch me more. “This isn’t because of you.”

He leaned over me and pressed his knuckle past my outer lips. Holding himself up with a fist planted next to my hand, he took his time running his eyes up and down my frame. “Liar. You’re shaking for me.”

Before I could argue, he pushed his finger inside me and curled it. I’d been in the middle of a long dry spell and that was the only reason his finger felt so good, I was sure. I clamped my mouth shut as a moan threatened to escape.

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