Page 25 of Chase

I enjoyed myself. And if you’re being honest, you did too.

Not wanting to confirm or deny his statement, I switch my phone off then place it on the bedside table to be dealt with later. I move to sit at the dressing table that appeared in Connor’s bedroom last week, complete with a huge mirror surrounded by lights.

When I asked Connor about the delivery, he told me I needed somewhere comfortable which was my space to get ready when I stayed here. He wants me to stay often. On the same day, he cleared out one of the sections of his huge walk-in closet for me too. It had been a step forward in our short relationship; things were beginning to feel grown up. I knew I should tell him about Russell’s communication with me, and the fact he still appears when I least expect him to—not speaking to or approaching me, but there watching as I leave work or in the mornings when I arrive.

As I look at myself and take in my bedraggled appearance, it’s clear the busy day I’ve had has taken its toll. My eyes are tired, and my hair droops messily down around my face. The terrible, unflattering uniform is already marked with the little interaction I had with patients as I was introduced to the wards. I lift the white top over my head and throw it onto the floor as the door opens.

Connor walks in; he’s still looking fresh and sharp even after a day at the office. His eyes widen as he sees me sitting on the stool in my bra. “I thought you’d got lost,” he says, walking over and placing his hands on my shoulders. Strong fingers sit on my collarbone, and I feel the warmth from his palms seep into my skin.

“Sorry, I was taking a moment. Are Violet and Harrison waiting?” He shakes his head and intense eyes meet mine in the mirror. He flexes his fingers against my skin and this feeling of happiness I’m becoming used to flutters in my chest.

“No, I told them I’d let them know when you were ready to celebrate. Are you tired?”

“A little.”

“Come,” he says, moving to my side and extending his hand toward me. “You need a shower, and it will help wake you up.” He smiles sexily. “And I’ll do my best to arouse your energy too.” He tugs at my hand and I stand.

“I’m sorry about tonight. You were upset, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like that I caused you pain,” I confess; the guilt has been growing since his altercation with his brother in the boardroom.

Connor takes a step toward me, keeping hold of my fingers. Beautiful dark eyes hold mine as his free hand lifts to my face and moves a pesky stray hair from my eyes. I swallow, overwhelmed by the charge between us. There’s no doubt in my mind I truly care for this gorgeous, selfless man. He only needs to trace my skin and it buzzes beneath his touch with need.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he says, his voice kind but inviting no argument. “It was my idiot brother playing games like he always does.”

I want to tell him that isn’t true. I want to tell him that I am guilty by complicity. I should tell him his brother has made it clear he likes me with both his words and actions, but I’m terrified of the result. If I admit I’ve gone along with Russell’s absurd ploys, then I need to acknowledge I’ve enjoyed them.

“Connor…”

He places a single finger on my lips to stop me from speaking.

“Shh, I don’t want any more apologies. The last thing I want to be thinking about is Russell and his reckless ideas. Tonight is all about you. I’m sorry your welcome home wasn’t a pleasant one.” His second hand drops, intertwining his fingers with mine. He pulls me toward him, wrapping my arms around his waist like he has dozens of times before. “And I’m going to make it up to you starting right now.”

“No, Connor, I’m going to make amends for worrying you first.” His cock is hard against my stomach, his intentions of how we can improve the evening obvious. My hands move to his ass, and I pull him hard against me. I look up at him as he stares down, his focus unwavering from my face. My heart skips as the silent desire passes between us. He needs to know I want him, and I must show him how much. “Kiss me.”

Without speaking, he leans down and warm lips lock over mine. At first, our kiss is gentle, each of us reminding the other of why we’re both standing here in his bedroom. Why for the first time in years either of us are considering more than a fucking-only situation. Even though we haven’t discussed in-depth what we are, there’s no doubt that we have progressed from friends with benefits to a couple, and I need to start treating our relationship as such. Allowing this ridiculous situation with Russell to continue isn’t an option. If I want to make a go of things with Connor, that needs to end.

Our kiss becomes more passionate with each stroke of our tongues. He lifts a hand, grabbing my chin and securing my mouth on his. When I try to pull back a fraction his grip tightens, and his second arm wraps around my waist, holding me fast. His tongue dives deeper, claiming each corner in my mouth. When he finally releases me, sharp teeth nip my lip as he retracts.

“What do you have in mind?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“For what?”

“What are you going to do to make it up to me? That hour and a half I didn’t know where you were was torture.” He tries to look serious, but I can see the unwanted smile playing on his lips.

“I’m going to suck your dick,” I tell him frankly, and he laughs. “Is that suitable recompense?” He shrugs but starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“Depends how far I can stuff my cock down your throat.” Once his shirt hangs open, he unfastens each cuff. “And if you’ll swallow,” he adds as I slip his shirt from his shoulders; it glides down his arms before falling to the floor. His smooth, toned body glistens under the soft bedroom light.

“I want to taste every last drop you’ll give me,” I whisper, my nipples hardening beneath the lace.

“Good, because once I’ve fucked this pretty mouth, I want to taste myself on your lips. I’ll fill you so full that you’ll be relishing me for days.” I drop to my knees, my hands moving to his belt. “Take your bra off,” he orders. “I want to see those tits bounce as I fuck your mouth.”

Quickly, I remove my bra, throwing it to the side, then return to removing his clothes and boxers. He slips out of his socks, resulting in him standing before me naked in the center of the room. I’m on my knees, his cock level with my eyes.

“Open,” he orders, and my jaw responds immediately. He slips his dick between my teeth. “Suck. Feel me filling your mouth, and think about how that will feel fucking your pussy once we’re done here.” He thrusts, and I run my tongue around him each time he recedes.

When he pauses, I take the opportunity to play with the tip while reaching out to cup his balls. His hands move to my hair, twisting the strands between his fingers until almost the point of pain. A low moan sounds above me, so I increase the pace of my tongue, flicking and circling before running it down his length to his balls.

I take him in my mouth once more, applying pressure to his ass with greedy fingers and encouraging him to push deeper. His hips move in long deep strokes, and I savor the length of him moving in and out my mouth. His knees bend slightly, then one hand roams reaching toward my chest; it grabs at my breast, taking a strong grip. I wince, but mumble a moan incoherently and dig my nails into his skin. He responds by increasing the speed of his cock between my lips.

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