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“I’m sorry I was hugging Austin. He really was just being nice to me.” The words spill out with little hitches in between.

Chase trails his fingers along the side of my face and cups my neck. “Baby, I know. He does seem to care for you, more than I want to admit.”

I tilt my head back. “No, not even. He’s very brotherly with me. He’s never so much as glanced at me that way, I assure you.” It’s very important that this point hits home. I cannot handle Chase being jealous of my bodyguard, and I’m not going to accept a new one. I’ve just gotten comfortable with the one I have.

“I know that, baby. I’ve checked his record. He has five sisters back in Kentucky. When a man is interested in a woman, he doesn’t hold her in the sisterly way he was holding you. He was comforting you, not making a move. It’s what I did for Chloe growing up. I know the difference.”

“Thank you, I really like him.” I glance at the privacy screen that is firmly closed. “More than Jack,” I admit.

He laughs. “Jack is a tough pill to swallow. He doesn’t trust easily. It’s taken years for me to get on a friendly level with him. Once you’re my wife and he sees that you’re here to stay, he’ll warm up to you.” Chase hugs me close. “So, you going to tell me what happened with Mother that made you so upset.”

A long sigh slips from my lips and I straighten my back. I knew we’d have to talk about it, but it’s not pleasant. “She doesn’t think I’m good enough for you, and made it very clear.”

Chase’s jaw clenches and he tilts his head back to rest against the seat. “Gillian. It’s not you. Ever since Megan she…” he takes a deep breath.

“I know. She thinks I’m going to hurt you. But, you know what? She doesn’t need to hurt me in return! She said she would make sure I signed a prenup, because I wasn’t going to take you for your money. I want to now, sign it, just to prove her wrong.” It’s a good idea, and I want to move forward on it. “Have your lawyers draw one up. I’ll sign the damn thing with her as a witness.” My indignation is ramping up into full blown fury. “I’ll prove that I don’t want your money!”

“Gillian, shhhh. Settle down. There will be no prenup. We’ve already discussed this. Everything I have is yours. Everything you have is mine. That’s arealmarriage. Sharing money is just an extension of my commitment to you.” He kisses the side of my neck.

“But, she’ll never believe it’s real. I can’t have the only other woman you love hating me. I can’t Chase. It hurts too much.” I know my lip is trembling as the pad of his thumb strokes it.

“You’ll win her over.” I shake my head. “You will. We just have to show her how much we mean to each other. Letting her help plan the wedding will go a long way towards earning her trust.”

“Chase, I can’t…”

“You can. Baby, I have faith in you. You’ve won me over; you’ll win her over too. Promise me you’ll try.”

In frustration, I clasp my hands over my face and wipe them down to clear any residual tears, hoping my mascara didn’t run and leave me looking like a raccoon. For Chase, I can do anything. He’s the ultimate prize. Win over his mother; I can do this. I’ve won over worse. Justin’s mother hated me in the beginning. Said I was too goody-goody for her son and a stuck-up bitch. Even though we ended up friendly, it turned out she was right. I was too good for her son, but it took him almost killing me to figure it out. Not this time.

“You know what, I will work with her on planning the wedding but Chase, I’m going to be me. And she’s going to have to deal with my girls. They are a huge part of my life, and they will have as much say, if not more, than your mother.”

“That ought to be interesting. I can see Maria now, telling Mother off. I wonder if I can get tickets to that show? I’ll bring the popcorn,” he laughs.

“This is not funny.” I playfully slap his chest and he unbuckles my seat belt pulling me astride his lap into a warm hug.

As we embrace, his fingers trail up my thighs, pushing up my skirt as he goes. His hands cup my lace-clad bottom, and he thrusts his hips up against my core. A moan slips out into the open air of the limo. Damn, he just had me a couple hours ago and I already want him to take me again. With the rate his cock is rising, he feels it, too. Perhaps more.

“Unbuckle my pants.” His eyes no longer hold the silly mirth of moments ago. Now his normally blue depths are clouding over and heavy-lidded with lust. It’s unnerving. With just a look, he can have me at the pinnacle of desire.

My heart beats heavily against my chest as I undo his buckle, zipper then pull out his thick cock. As I admire it, Chase has been busy tickling the crease of my ass—his newest fascination. Just as I lean down to kiss my man, I hear the telltale sound of fabric shredding.

“Those were a beautiful pair of panties,” I whisper and nip at his bottom lip, breathing in his air.

“I’ll buy you more,” he dips his tongue in to lick my mouth. “I rather liked ripping them off you. I told you Gillian, nothing will prevent me from having you. Wherever and whenever, I want.” He tugs on my upper lip and soothes it with his tongue. “Especially not a scrap of lace.” His hand moves between my legs and his fingers slip along the wet flesh. “So ready for me, baby…I like that,” he rubs a thumb around my clit.

“Oh God,” I tip my head back as Chase lines me up with his cock. His hands move to my hips and with a hip twirl and a well-aimed thrust, he’s embedded fully inside. Jolts of pleasure rip through my body and I cry out, unable to contain it. I’m sure Austin and Jack are getting an earful, but I don’t care. This man undoes me in ways that defy reason.

“Ride me, baby,” he says as his teeth graze my neck.

I lift up using my knees on each side of his hips and place my hands on both shoulders for leverage. He helps by offsetting my weight with his hands holding me at the ribs.

As I come down, he powers up into me. His cock is thick and rock-hard as it jackhammers deep into my core. Chase tips his hips and lifts his knees bringing me down farther so that the only thing I see when I look down is our connection. The thick root of his cock is snug against me, the lips of my sex stretching wide to accommodate him. “Touch it. Feel us together, Baby.”

He lifts me up a few inches and I place my fingers against the base of his cock. It’s slick from our union. “So good,” he whispers. I watch him dazedly as he brings me down, the petals of my sex opening and gripping his cock in a vulgar, graphic depiction of a hug. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, sending rivulets of fresh excitement to the space between us, making his path slicker.

As I watch my body engulf him, over and over, I feel my heart pounding in time with his thrusts. It’s as if it beats for him. Only him. Within seconds his movements become more forceful, and I know he’s getting close.

“Need to see you come. Want it all over me, soaking my dick with it.” His dirty talk and a well-placed thumb swirling around my clit, does it. Heat fills every pore, pleasure streaks across my body, sending me into orbit. My orgasm hits so hard and strong I scream. Chase doesn’t even try to muffle it, preferring to make it go on and on, using his strength to force me down onto his cock with long hard pulls, all the while, torturing my clit with little circles and tight pinches that are just barely more pleasure than pain. My pussy clenches tightly around his cock gripping roughly, trying to forcefully pull his essence from his body, until the sweet moment happens and he erupts in a deep groan, giving me everything.

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