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That’s my other surprise. Eventually, Chase will slide his hand down to touch my ass. It’s inevitable. He won’t be able to contain himself for long. He puts on a good show of being completely in control, and in most things, he is. Except for me. Bare skin is kryptonite for my Superman. Mentally, I give myself a high five for going commando. Men can do it; why not women? Besides, it makes me feel wild. There’s something unbelievably freeing about not wearing underwear.

“Speaking of the media frenzy, Dana has been hassling me about setting up the interview forPeoplemagazine about our engagement and upcoming wedding.” I cringe when he mentions Dana, knowing my jealousy is childish and unfounded. He continues, “Baby, doing the interview is a good idea. It would be on our terms and help deflect the paparazzi. Right now, we’re like a shiny new toy to them. Once we get our interview out there, it will take away from the mystery and excitement. Understand?”

I take a deep breath and shrug my shoulders. “If you say so. I’m not really interested in sharing our love with anyone, but if you think it will get them to back off, I’ll do it.”

“I do.” He pulls me into a hug clasping his hands behind my back. I mimic his pose crossing my hands at the wrist just above his tight ass. “Thank you,” he pecks my lips then rubs his forehead along mine. “You look incredibly beautiful tonight. Did I mention that?”

“Yes, but a lady never tires of hearing it.” I grin and he nuzzles my temple before placing one last sweet kiss there. His hand trails down my arm, and our fingers automatically entwine.

The table is alive with excitement when we arrive. “Greens” is an upscale, gourmet restaurant, where everything they serve is one hundred percent organic. It’s also like entering a secret night garden. The ceiling is dark with tiny, soft, twinkling lights that look like stars. I can see the constellation Orion built into the design. The big and little dippers sit above our massive table. Everywhere you look is lush foliage of varying degrees. Some flowers, some plants, overall a bold display of nature’s beauty. It’s magnificent and different, just like the man that owns it.

Bree is practically bouncing in her chair when she jumps out and hugs me, then twirls and plants a full mouthed kiss on Chase, squeezing his cheeks. Chase grasps her biceps and his eyes open so wide you’d think the poor man was being electrocuted. Bree pulls back, leaving a splotch of red lipstick smeared across his lips.

“I love this man!” She pats his chest affectionately.

“Uh,” Chase is at a loss for words.

Phillip tips his head to the side, looks at me, then at Chase, and, with a snarky grin, grabs me by the neck to pull me in for a wet one. “Only fair Dude!” Phillip laughs as he tries to kiss me. Before Chase can respond, thick arms yank me back from behind. My friend practically falls over as I’m lifted in the air and placed to the side.

“You can kiss me, sweetie pie!” Austin says and makes a fish face. I had no idea he was still trailing us.

“Blech!” Phillip backs up with a laugh.

Chase pulls me against his side then wipes the lipstick away with his handkerchief. He looks over at Austin who saved me from the perils of getting a revenge kiss from my best friend. Chase points a finger at Austin, still clutching the white handkerchief in his hand, the one now stained red with Bree’s lipstick. “You’re getting a raise! Five hundred more a month for that move alone!”

“What about me! I was the one that kissed you!” Bree puffs out her lip. “Oh sweetheart, your present will be revealed soon,” Chase grins.

Again Bree continues bouncing around, happily sipping a fruity looking cocktail. Her tight body highlighted in all the right places. I can see Phillip’s appreciation. He can hardly keep his eyes off her. She’s dressed to kill tonight and everyone knows it. Her dress doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. The skin-tight, tank style, in a deep aubergine compliments her tanned skin and golden hair. The scooped neckline on the front is dangerously low, revealing perky breasts that are the perfect size to match her tiny frame.

Chase leans over and places a hand at my nape and his lips to my ear. “If Phillip keeps eye-fucking Bree so openly, I may have to take you in my manager’s office.” His fingers trail from my neck down to my waist where he tickles the dips at the base of my spine. Chills race up my back, instinctively I arch into his hard body. He smirks and then slides his hand discreetly into the open back laying a hand on the top swells of my bare ass. I watch in delight when he realizes I’m not wearing anything under the dress. “Gotcha, baby,” I giggle into his neck.

Chase takes a deep breath and presses the evidence of his arousal against my hip on a quiet groan. “You realize that if I wanted you, right here, right now, nothing would stop me from having you. At this point, your friends could watch,” he growls against the base of my neck as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin.

“I’ll try to behave,” I promise him while he drags his teeth along the column of my neck. My knees weaken while lust starts to make me dizzy.

“You do that,” Chase warns with one last press of his hips against my side. From nothing to something in a tiny moment. He turns me on quicker than a match lighting.

Changing the subject before I combust and allow him to do exactly what he threatened, I turn my head and gesture to Phil and Bree. Chase’s gaze follows mine. Quietly, I whisper against his ear, letting my voice float along the thin cartilage. “I think it’s sweet how much Phillip wants her. And as for the other thing, it wouldn’t do to leave our guests when you’ve invited them here for a party. Now, let’s mingle so we can go home and you can sink that thick cock so far into me I forget my own name.”

I kiss his cheek, and saunter across the room, sitting down in an empty chair at the long table prepared for our party. A steward offers me a glass of wine.

Chase grins evilly as he sits next to me and hooks an arm over the back of my chair. Just before his lips reach the glass he chastises, “Sunshine, you’re going to pay for that one.” Sunshine? Ugh. Where is he coming up with these? I swear he must have a book of overused endearments he’s testing out like the dictionary’s “Word of the Day.”

“No to Sunshine,” I flip my hair over my shoulder curving away from him then looking coyly from the corner of my eye so he can get a nice long view of my open back. He takes the bait instantly. His eyes sweep from mine down my exposed back and up again. “I always do,” I arch an eyebrow and bite my lip just for effect.

He clenches his teeth and drums his fingers along the table’s surface. I slide a finger around the rim of my wine glass enjoying our little sexual cat and mouse game. Finally, Chase sighs loudly and then is interrupted with a handshake, man hug, type thing from Thomas, Maria’s boyfriend. Thomas immediately updates Chase on the latest inner workings of crime fighting. Chase is friends with the San Francisco Chief of Police and they briefly chat about it.

Carson and Kat come over and greet us both. Kat looks stunning in one of her own designs. “Gigi, I can’t wait to show you some of the fabrics I received today from Italy. Chase is a miracle worker!” she says happily.

“How so?” I’m genuinely interested, because last I heard, she was working on the dress designs and Chase was paying her. What more could he have to do with it.

“Well, when I called Chase to thank him for the money and the job of making your dress…”

“Technically, that was me,” I interrupt, my feathers feeling a little ruffled. Just because Richie Rich is paying an exorbitant amount of money for a dress doesn’t mean it wasn’t me who chose her in the first place. I’d never let anyone beside my best friend make my dress.

Kat twists her lip and tilts her head. It’s her “cool it girlfriend” patented look. If Kat thinks you’re being ridiculous, you get the lip twist and head tilt. You’ve said something that would normally offend one of your best friends, lip twist, head tilt. You’re ranting on and on complaining about something lame, lip twist, head tilt.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

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