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Gillian

“How are you settling in?” I ask Phil over the phone.

I can hear his long exhale. “As well as can be expected. Gigi, this isn’t my home but it’s nice having Bree and Anabelle by my side. Anabelle is so excited to be here. She thinks we’re having a vacation.”

Laughing into the phone, I press the receiver into the crook of my neck and flip through some emails. “Chase’s offer for a tutor still stands. If you want Anabelle getting the extra schooling she would be receiving in preschool we’ll make sure to have a teacher come out,” I remind him of the offer Chase made.

“No, it’s okay. It’s not going to be for that long and ‘sides. Bree is taking the next month or so off. She can’t bear to go back to the studio after what happened. I’m thinking she’s going to close down her business and look into doing something else.”

A deep pang starts up in my heart. “She can’t,” I whisper. “Opening I Am Yoga was her dream. It’s all she ever really wanted to do.”

“But sweetie, a girl was murdered there and in her place. Would you want to go back and teach on that pedestal knowing that someone was killed there, that you should have been killed there?”

I exhale and suck in a shaky breath. “No, I wouldn’t. I’ll come up with something. Either way, did you get her to agree to see a therapist? Dr. Madison is on speed dial for me, and I’m certain he’d see her. On our dime of course,” I explain.

“I’ll talk to her about it. Thanks, Gigi. And thank Chase too for his hospitality. I’ve already thanked Charles and Colleen.” I can hear a scuffling noise through the receiver. “Hey, the nurse is here for therapy down in the mansion’s gym. Apparently, Chase had a bunch of equipment sent over so I wouldn’t have to leave. Sneaky fella that one.”

I laugh. “He is that. I’m glad you’re on the mend and so thankful that you and your family are safe now. Thank you for agreeing to stay as we get this situation dealt with. I hope for all of our sakes it isn’t for too long.”

“It’ll be fine. Since Chase owns my architectural firm, he’s made it so that I’m not missing any pay, still receiving full salary. Bree and Anabelle and the baby are all healthy and safe. Can’t ask for much more.”

“I’m glad, Phil,” I say just as the door opens and Chase enters. His long body looks fierce and imposing in the midnight black suit. He has a light blue dress shirt on and a yellow tie. That blue shirt makes his eyes pop, melting me on the spot. His dark cappuccino-colored hair has fallen in sexy layers that I’m dying to run my fingers through. He closes the door, locks it, then shifts the blinds to closed before leaning his back on the door.

“Okay, gotta go. Love you, Gigi,” Phil says as I lick my lips, enjoying every speck of seeing my man standing against the door, his arms casually crossed, and a come fuck me look in his eyes.

“Yeah, love you too,” I respond breathily. Chase’s eyebrows quirk at the sentiment. He really doesn’t like me telling any man but him that I love them.

“Uh, you okay, Gigi? You sound off.” Phil asks right before I’m about to put down the phone.

My eyes never leave Chase’s as he pushes off the door and walks over to the desk. His warm hand clasps my wrist and he tugs me up into a standing position plastering our bodies against one another. He’s deliciously hard. Liquid fire burns through my body sending moisture to the thin lace between my legs.

“I’m perfectly fine. About to be so much better. Talk soon. ‘Bye Phil,” I rasp into the phone and then blindly try to put the receiver into the cradle. Chase grabs the phone and hangs it up for me right before pulling me into a searing kiss. His hands tunnel into my hair as his tongue delves deep.

Rapture. With swift hands, Chase untucks my shirt and unbuttons it, leaving it open. The red pushup bra leaves very little to the imagination. “Those panties match this bra,” his tone is heavy with lust and the dirty office sex we’re about to have.

“You know it does,” I bite down on his bottom lip.

“I fucking love you,” he slides the shirt off.

“Mmm, I fucking love you more,” I moan as he takes my nipple through the red lace, rubbing his tongue in hard strokes so that the texture of the lace scrapes delectably against the aching flesh. “What’s going on, Chase?” I ask after unbuttoning his shirt, getting right to his golden chest. He leans back long enough for me to swirl my tongue around his nipple and bite down.

A growl escapes his mouth. “Need to be in you. Right now. Gonna take you hard against this desk, baby.” He bites down on the tender skin of my neck then traces the column with his teeth. With one hand, he undoes the zipper of my skirt, and it falls to the floor in a puddle. In less than a second, my back is on the desk and my man is between my legs, rubbing his length against my sopping panties.

I groan. “What changed? Why now? Not that I’m complaining...” I thrust my hips just as I hear the scratchy snap of lace shredding and the pinch of fabric breaking at my hip. “Another pair of panties? Seriously Chase!” The man is going to have to purchase a women’s lingerie store if he keeps this up.

“I seriously need to be in this pussy right now, so yeah, panties are gone. It would be easier if you’d just stop wearing them,” he grumbles as he holds my legs wide open assessing me. He is fascinated with having me spread open for him, completely vulnerable. It gets him hard as concrete. “Fucking perfect, and all mine,” he leans down and licks my wet center from bottom to top, swirling around the bundle of nerves that’s aching for attention. “You taste so good. I could eat you for hours.”

Breathing hard, I continue playing with him. Trying to get to the bottom of his immediate need to fuck me here at work where anyone could interrupt. “If I wasn’t wearing panties...” I stop, inhaling as he spears his tongue deep into me over and over. Pleasure roars through my body in waves. I grip his hair and shove him harder into me. He growls, sucks hard at my pussy then bites my clit in retaliation. I hold him there panting, tremors skipping along every nerve ending. “If I wasn’t wearing panties, anyone could figure it out. Know I was ready to be fucked any time…”

He pulls back looking almost angry. Apparently, I poked the bear. “The fuck you are, you’re ready for my cock. You see this Gillian,” He unzips his pants and pulls out a huge erection. His dick is so hard and swollen I physically ache to touch it, have it near, deep inside, and all around me. “You see how I’m bursting to be with you. To fuck you. Mate with you. My fiancée.” He lines up his cock at my entrance and spears into me. His hand goes over my mouth just as I scream into it muffling the sound. “My cock knows where it feels good and that’s in you. Only you, baby.” Chase rears back and plows into me again. I bite down on his hand at the onslaught of the pleasure and pain coalescing into one. He winces when my pussy clamps down in the first tightening of orgasm. He doesn’t stop, just grins.

“I’m gonna come, Chase.” My body arcs, nipples pointing to the sky, back curving up, hair dangling over the edge. He grips my hips, holds my legs high and open then crushing my clit. He grins sexily as the orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t stop, and he’s not done.

“Nowhere near done fucking you. Want your pussy so sore you have trouble sitting tomorrow,” he pounds harder, again hand over mouth has I shriek into the second orgasm. His thumb comes down over my clit and he starts moving it around in rough circles.

“No baby, I can’t, not again,” I plead as the pleasure mounts, my body tired from two magnificent orgasms. He leans forward fucking me at a new angle that propels his cock deeper into my tightening channel to rub along that spot inside of me. Instantly I soar into bliss, his giant dick plunging into me over and over again. It’s like he can’t stop,won’tstop fucking me.

“Who owns you?” Chase asks as I’m right on the edge of my fourth life altering orgasm. His face is pinched, breath coming in harsh gasps, sweat beading at the hairline as he slams into me.

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