Page 109 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“Chemistryyyy—”

He pulled me down onto him, entering me with vengeance. I planted both feet beside him, balancing myself on the chair. My hands rested on his shoulders. My eyes never left his.

Up and down, I stroked his dick just how he loved it. Slow. Methodical. Magical. A hand wrapped around my neck, bringing me down to his lips. He kissed mine, exploring my mouth as if it was foreign territory. And then, suddenly, he pulled back. Our eyes met, again.

“I’m about to cum all in this pussy, Choc. Keep fucking me just like that.”

Obliging, I continued rubbing against my clit internally, using his dick to caress my insides.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.”

I began to rupture. Tingling started at my toes and traveled up both legs, ending at my center where I exploded.

“This dick cummi—Fuck.”

He jerked, tightening his grip around my neck while racing to my lips. Deeply, intensely, he kissed me. Passion erupted between us as we both reached our peaks.

As promised, we didn’t stay inside. After showering and getting dressed, we were out of the door. In The Highlands of Berkeley, we strolled the long strip of luxury brands that were surrounded by fine dining, a small golf course, and cars one could only dream of owning someday.

My government salary didn’t afford me the luxury I was witnessing and indulging in. It was bittersweet to even consider. Criminal money stretched for miles and miles, seeming to never end. We’d confiscated millions at a time during operations. Most of them had so much money they wouldn’t be able to spend it in one lifetime. Some time it was so old it crumbled.

I wondered if it was greed or a trauma bond with money that was a result of childhood poverty. For some, they hadn’t seen a struggle and didn’t know what one looked like, so greed was their only explanation. Others, like Chemistry, I couldn’t quite put my finger on their purpose for acquiring more than they could keep track of.

“Welcome, Eden. I’m Diane, and I’ll be shopping for you today.”

We stepped into Prada and were greeted almost instantly. I wasn’t sure how the personal shopper knew who she was speaking to, but I’d bet my last dollar Chem had orchestrated the entire thing. A glass of champagne was shoved in my direction. I accepted it, placing it to my lips after returning the gesture.

“Hey, Diane.”

“Good evening, Diane.”

“Always good to see you, Mr. Childers. Anything we’re looking for in particular this evening?”

“Not exactly. Whatever she wants. If she stares a second too long, put it on my tab.”

“Sure thing. Right this way, Eden.”

With the Bottega Veneta bag swaying in one hand and a Chanel bag in the other, I pushed forward. Chemistry was loaded down with bags as well. He’d made a few purchases in Louis Vuitton and wouldn’t leave until I decided on something. When I hesitated to choose between the monogrammed and plain bag, he made Elizabeth, our shopper, add both to his bill. We’d also stopped by Christian Louboutin and grabbed shoes that matched in style.

“I’m going to get a dressing room started for you.”

“Thank you.”

I melted into the plush couch, realizing how much my muscles ached. Aside from having my body contorted in every position possible over the last few days, we’d been walking for what felt like thirteen hours. The sneakers and two-piece athleisure fit Chemistry had waiting on me when I exited the shower was a God-send. I should’ve known then this shopping experience would be unlike anything else.

“What’s the matter?”

“My body aches.”

I sipped from the champagne while admiring the man who was almost too good to be true.

“I’ll get that taken care of.”

“Taken care of?” I chuckled. “Is there anything you can’t take care of?”

“Not when it comes to you, so let’s not worry about that.”

He was resourceful and didn’t mind using those resources. I appreciated that. He didn’t wait to be asked. At the mere mention of discomfort or desire, Chemistry sprang into action.

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