Page 18 of Master of My Life

“What are you thinking about?”

“Imagining you with a woman and seeing her enjoy herself with you, knowing I can’t.”

“I know the feeling.” He leaned forward and kissed her gently. “Remember, the only woman I

want is you. No one in the world is more desirable to me than you.”

Light from outside illuminated the car. His eyes grew dark and passionate again and heated her to

the core of her being. She swallowed hard at the way he looked at her. He pulled her close, kissing

her mouth and sprinkling kisses down her jawline to her neck. She leaned her head back and closed

her eyes as his lips against her neck sparked desire deep in her belly.

“Have I told you I’m a bit of a voyeur?” He kissed her neck softly and then moved up to her ear.

“If I can’t have you yet,” he whispered, his hot breath sending tingles through her body, “I will enjoy

you vicariously as the men fall at your feet and worship your body. Because I know someday soon,

I’ll have you to myself and make you scream my name until you can’t scream anymore.”

Shivers ran up and down her body, and she gasped for air. His words were like fingers, plucking

her nipples into hard pebbles.

She whimpered as he kissed her earlobe. “I want to see you enjoy yourself tonight, Sabrina. It

will satisfy me more than any woman possibly could with her body.” He took her earlobe between his

teeth and bit gently. She cried out softly and wrapped her arms around him.

“Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she squeaked as he moved back to her neck and sucked hard.

He pulled back and his eyes were as stormy as they had been earlier. She stared at him and

imagined him taking her so completely she never wanted to come up for air. He kissed down to her

clavicle and then stopped and looked up at her. “I don’t want to be with another woman until we’re

together. I will only accept blow jobs. Is that better?”

She imagined a woman sitting on his lap and impaling herself on him, her eyes opened wide as he

slammed her down hard onto himself over and over again. “I—” Sabrina swallowed hard. “I think I

might enjoy watching you have sex.” She pressed her lips together and heat rushed through her body.

Chase cupped her chin. “Until you can remove the ‘I think’ I won’t do it.” He pulled her up to

straddle his lap. He flexed his hips, and she gasped as she felt his hardness.

“Chase,” she whispered, pressing harder against him.

He slid his hands into her hair and pulled her forward to whisper in her ear again. “But I know I

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