Page 61 of Mind

We all laugh and Chase leads me to the bar. I order champagne and down the first one in no time flat then hold my glass out for another. Chase leans over from behind me. “Not too fast. Wouldn’t want you out of commission later on this evening.” He uses that low throaty tone, the one that gets me hot faster than a hundred degree summer day in the California Valley.

I slam another glass and shimmy. “I’ll burn it off on the dance floor.” I grin sexily then make my way toward the most amazing women in the world. “Hey ladies…” I yell loudly with some serious voice inflection and wait for it.

Three instant rounds of, “Get funky!” come out of their mouths. Maria’s hands go up in the air snapping her fingers. “Dana, get that DJ playing some tunes. It’s time tosacudir el culo!”She shakes her ass. I watch the men around us. All eyes are on that tight dancer’s behind as she rotates her hips like the expert she is.

All of a sudden, we’re rewarded with a mix of techno pop and funky beats by none other than the Beastie Boys. Dana has some serious skill. I didn’t even see a DJ but all of a sudden over in the corner is none other than a mixing board and a man spinning records. The moment we hear the cowbell it’s on. If this was a “Dance for Your Life” competition, the four of us would win. The second the guitar gets going we are no holds barred dropping it like it’s hot. Dana joins in, wearing her prim little business suit. Chloe, Chase’s cousin bounces over shaking her breasts which currently look like two awesome ripe peaches jumping around in her tube top and blazer combo. How she hasn’t been scooped up by a man I don’t know but as soon as things settle down in my world, the girls and I are going to find a hot man to hook her up with.

For the next couple hours, the chicks get their dance on while the men either watch lustfully or join in. As I gyrate my hips I can hear a conversation between Chase and Carson. Instead of letting on that I can hear them, I just “Shake, shake, shake,” as Taylor Swift’s song continues on.

“Cuz, look at this. I feel like I’ve won the lotto. I’m…shit, you ever seen this many fine women who can dance like that!” he clucks his tongue.

Glancing over my shoulder, I can see Chase’s eyes aren’t on everyone else but solely on me. He watches my ass like it has a homing device. He runs a hand over his jaw and I imagine I can feel that stubble scratching delectably against my skin. “Lucky bastards, for sure,” he swears.

After another couple songs it seems my guy has had enough of watching me shake it for everyone. Before I know it, I’m bumping and grinding into his body. Chase is a gifted dancer. I lift my hands up and sway, his hands running over my curves from behind. I clasp my hands behind his nape and rub into his erection. He groans into my ear and bites down on the side of my neck. Its slick with a hint of sweat but that only seems to turn him on even more. His tongue comes out and licks up the side to land at my ear where he nibbles. The beautiful torture of my ear, feeling his breath skate along my nape has me moaning and pressing harder against him.

“Careful, you don’t want to unman me right here on the dance floor,” he curls an arm around my waist holding me close. The DJ plays Christina Aguilera’s “Dirty” which prompts a whole host of severely risky dancing all around. The men get the hint based on how the women are moving their hips sensually. Each guy cuddles up to his girl. Dana is nowhere to be seen. Probably missing her boyfriend. Chloe however is rubbing all over one of Chase’s business associates.

“Who’s that with Chloe?” I mumble getting into the music and the thrill of Chase’s erection digging into the soft curve of my behind.

Chase slides his hands from my wrists around his neck, down my arms over the sides of my breast, ribs, then grips my hips possessively grinding harder into me. I moan while he continues to kiss the back of my neck. “Mmm,” he exhales. Between seduction of my senses he finally answers. “One of my attorneys. He’s a friend, but will also make sure the marriage license and documentation is taken care of after we’re married.” He bites the tendon in my neck and I swoon. Chase feels the moment I’m too far gone and twirls me around. His eyes are as black as the night sky over the open water. “I’m ready for my surprise under this dress. Say goodnight, Gillian.”

“Goodnight Gillian,” I say completely lost in him, this desire. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I fear I may implode. He chuckles and lifts me into his arms. He really is my knight in shining Armani about to take the damsel in distress and make her sing.

Without a word, he walks through the crowd toward the door that leads to the rooms below. A bunch of raucous laughter and innuendos float over us as he makes his way down into the belly of the beast. At the very end of the long hallway is a set of double doors. He opens them with one hand, still supporting me with the other.

Once we’re in the room he sets me down and pushes me against the door, lips greedily taking mine. Flashes of our first sexual encounter stream across my vision. His hands are everywhere at once, burning a fiery trail across the exposed inches of needy skin.

“Chase, I need…” comes out in a breathy whisper that loses steam when his hands yank up the slinky fabric of my dress to find thigh high stockings and nothing else.

“Christ on a cross, you’ll ruin me,” he says through the ever present clench in his jaw. Always trying to keep his control in tact but I want none of that when it comes to me. He’s the only man I could ever trust to lose control and not abuse it.

The heat radiating off his body is enough to bring a small city to flames. His nostrils are flaring and his teeth are bared. He nuzzles the space between my breasts, pushing the top of my dress low in front before biting down on the expanse of smooth uncovered skin. He sucks at the soft swell of my right breast. With a swirl of his tongue, he soothes the quarter sized purple mark. Ever since Justin’s attack, Chase has made an effort to leave his own passionate reminders of our coupling. He wants only his love bites to mar my skin. Now, fully healed from the attack, I’m ready to claim this man as my own.

Watching Chase lose his mind over me is exactly what I need right now. It’s fueling the naughty side in me and I want to have some fun. I push Chase back, leading him backwards until his legs hit the bed and he falls into a seated position. I back up a few feet and slowly sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my hands all along my body seductively giving him a private dance. My guy’s eyes are dark and hyper focused on each sway and dip as I twirl slowly around presenting him my backside. I move my hips bringing my dress back up over my bare ass. The moment he sees bare skin a slew of profanity fills the room. I curve my head over my shoulder holding the dress at my waist.

“See something you like, Sailor?” I grin.

“Fuck yes, and it’s all mine. Come give it to me,” he growls.

I would but I’m not done teasing him, so instead I shake my head no and wink at him. He tugs on his tie, pulls it over his head tossing it aside. Inch by inch, I remove the dress moving each hip from side to side in time to music only I can hear. Once the dress is off, I hold it in one hand still facing away from him and let it fall from my fingertips.

“Now Gillian, I won’t ask again.” He’s losing his mind, and I love every second. Pride fills my heart and arousal slicks my thighs, readying me for what he’s sure to make a memorable night.

“One minute, baby,” I coo then go for the sucker punch and lean over still wearing only heels and stockings to remove my shoes.

“Fuck me!” he barks before his hands are on my ass cheeks holding them apart, his knees to the carpet and his tongue is devouring the dark little hole no man has touched but him. My hands are balanced on my shins as he licks up the arousal coating my thighs, delving his tongue where I want it most then back up to his newest obsession. “I’m going to take your ass tonight, baby. It’s the only place my cock hasn’t been and it’s time.”

Nervous fear coupled with equal parts excitement rush through me like a hot swallow of aged whiskey. My throat goes dry but that’s the only part of me not soaking in pleasure.

“Chase…” I warn not sure about this step.

He spreads open the rounded globes of my ass even wider, sticking his tongue deep into the tiny rosette. The sensation is unique, different yet dark and exhilarating. Giving this last piece of me to Chase somehow makes our union seem deeper, darker in the most sensual ways.

“You going to give me what I want, baby? Let me take your little asshole, fill it full with my cock,” he starts that dirty talk that never ceases to skyrocket me into a haze of unbridled lust. His words along with his seeking tongue are rocking me into a place of deep submission. I’m becoming a slave to his desire and I never want to be free.

“All of me. Everything I am is yours. Just touch me, Chase.” I breathe out through the pleasure. At my words, he goes wild, standing, lifting me up and plowing his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and give him everything. Anything that I am and more. He brings me to the bed and lays me down, slowly peppering every speck with a kiss, a nibble, a swirl of his talented tongue until I’m so dizzy with the need to come I can hardly think straight.

Chase removes his clothes, and I watch as every inch of golden skin and hard earned muscle is revealed. He’s the most stunning man I’ve ever known inside and out and in three more days he’ll be mine forever. With a quick hand, he reaches into the side table next to the bed and pulls out a brand new bottle of lubrication. I’m not sure what it’s for because I’m soaking wet.

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