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“But the wedding…” tears mist over my vision even though I try to tamp them down.

Chase’s fingers slide through my hair and burrow at the nape. One hand pulls the elastic band out letting the strands and curls fall wild and free down my back. He loves my hair loose for his greedy fingers. “You will have everything you ever dreamed of. I’ll make certain of it. Dana will assist you.”

“I don’t want your perfect assistant’s help,” I snarl.

His lips twitch with mirth at my overtly obvious jealousy. “I know you don’t want it, but with a shortened timeframe, you’re going to need it. She is remarkably efficient. Just tell her what you want and she’ll make it happen.”

“Anything I want?” I counter trying to go for more bravado than I’m usually capable of in his presence.

“Oh, baby, I like the way you think. From now on, I want you to have that attitude. You’re going to be Mrs. Chase Davis, and billions will be at your disposal.” He moves in for a kiss, but I rip away from him.

“What are you talking about? Aren’t you going to have me sign a prenup?”

He shakes his head and I’m certain I heard him wrong. No man worth as much as he is would enter a marriage without protecting his investments. “No need. What’s mine is yours, baby.”

“No, no, no.” I shake my head repeatedly and back up. Chase follows and presses me into the wall of the hallway. My breath catches with his nearness and the sheer power radiating around him. It’s like a living, breathing thing, this thrumming magnetic energy surrounding me.

“Oh, yes.” Chase says as one hand grips my hip keeping me connected to the firm, thick ridges and valleys of his body. His other hand burrows into the hair at the base of my neck once more, locking me in place. One of his favorite places to grip, to take control. “You are about to become more wealthy than you ever dreamed,” he nips my lips playfully.

“You say that as if it’s something I want. I don’t want or need your money, Chase. Just you.” I grip his shoulders fiercely trying to express what is so hard to say.

“Boggles the mind.” He laughs before his lips swoop down and capture mine. His kiss is feral, possessive, forceful. I open to him on a gasp. He takes full advantage dipping his masterful tongue into my mouth. He tastes of cinnamon gum, which tingles and smarts against my taste buds as his devilish tongue flicks mine. That familiar fire that burns between us ignites instantly. The hand on my hip moves down to cup and fondle my rear end as his lips devour and pillage. It’s so much and not enough all at once. Sparks fly and a heavy weight settles between my thighs. My sex moistens, readying to join with its counterpart. His nearness and touch makes me thick with lust, the ache a physical thing when he’s so close yet not filling me.

“I want…” comes out as a whisper that he swallows.

“You’ll have.” He lifts me up, my legs twining around his waist as he presses his rock-solid erection between my thighs. We’re in the middle of the hallway just outside my apartment. I can hear the cackling sounds of my best friends through the thin door.

“Jesus, Chase, we can’t.” I manage to speak between wet, drugging kisses.

His hands clutch my ass tighter, and he carries me a few paces down the hallway to the stairwell. “We can, and we will. I’ll never be denied you again.” His tone sounds angry, but I know he’s not. He’s just as taken by the undeniable thing that presses us together at the most inopportune times.

“Chase,” I warn, but it’s too late. He’s already managed to undo his pants and pull out his thick, heavy cock. It stands up huge and dark pink, ready to pleasure. The sight of his dick, large and proud between my thighs, so close yet not close enough, has me salivating. I want to taste his unique, musky maleness on my tongue, on my lips, in my mouth.

“God, I need you,” I confide watching him through a haze of desire.

“Oh, baby, it makes me wild when you beg.” He pulls at my loose jersey skirt pushing it up to my waist. Without waiting, he pushes aside the lace covering my sex and drives into me in one powerful thrust. His lips crash over mine to muffle the scream. With Chase, I’ve never been able to rein it in; he brings out the uninhabited side in me. I pull away and take deep, gasping breaths as he withdraws and then rams his cock inside me once more.

“Baby,” I whisper out into the open concrete space where it echoes off the walls as I stare unseeingly at the spiraling staircases above us.

Chase’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips, piercing but not hurting. “Baby, I can’t wait to make you mine. I want the whole world to know I own you.” His words are thick and crass. He knows that ownership is a lethal term to me, and, if I wasn’t sure that I’d own him in return, I’d retreat and run for the hills. Nevertheless, knowing that I will own Chase Davis, body, mind, and soul, is everything. Sliding his thick manhood into me hard and fast, over and over, sends bolts of pleasure into every speck of my being.

He already owns me. And I tell him so. He goes crazy at my admission pounding into me ruthlessly. His pelvis crushes my clit on a particularly hard thrust, and I tumble head first into the wondrous black abyss. Light sparks across my closed eyes as his pelvic bone crushes my clit, prolonging my orgasm. Chase is right there with me, his moans muffled into the tender space at the crook of my neck. He bites down on the patch of skin there as his essence coats my insides.

“Gillian, you undo me.” He mumbles through feather soft kisses along the exposed skin of my neck then up past my ear into my hairline. His lips cover every inch of my face until I open my eyes. Then he seals his lips over mine in a mind-numbing kiss.

“I love you.” His eyes soften and I can see his happiness mirrored from within the blue depths. “But I need more than a month, Chase,” I tell him.

He stiffens, and shakes his head.

“Kat is making my dress from scratch. She’ll freak if I tell her I need it in a month.”

“I’ll call Vera Wang or Gabana personally. Hell, my cousin Chloe could make you a perfect gown. You’ll have your dress in a month’s time,” he pulls out of me. My panties shift back into place keeping his fluids from spilling down my leg.

I choose my words carefully. “You said I could have anything I want. And a dress made by my best friend is what I want to wear on my wedding day.” My tone is calm but firm.

He narrows his eyes. “We’ll see.” He rights my skirt, and we re-enter the hallway. Within moments, Chase has me back into my apartment standing in front of three shocked and tipsy women.

“¿Qué pasa?” Maria asks.

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