Page 10 of Body

“Good to meet you.” I hold out my hand. Instead of taking it, Jack looks me up and down. I’m not sure if he assessing me as a woman, or checking to see if I have any conspicuous bulges that could hide a concealed weapon. I tilt my chin defensively and place my hands on my hips. “Take a picture, it will last longer,” I say to the huge man.

He grumbles, but doesn’t respond.

Chase laughs a full bellied laugh as he leads me away from the mob boss. The man didn’t say two words to me. Strange company Chase keeps.

“He didn’t even shake my hand. And it’s rude to stare like that.” Chase continues to laugh as we walk briskly out of the room, his hand at my lower back. A girl could get used to being led by Superman. Maybe Lois Lane purposely put herself in all those dangerous situations so she’d be saved by the man of steel.

We’re a good distance from everyone else when I realize I’m being propelled into another small meeting room. Jack comes and stands in front of the door and guards the entrance.

“Chase,” I say in warning, not altogether comfortable with being guided into a dark room.

“Trust me.” He ushers me further into the room. And without question, I do trust him. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. The man has done nothing but put me off kilter since the moment our eyes met across the bar last night. I should be more circumspect, but the prevailing feeling I have near him is “cherished.” I’m not sure why or where the feeling comes from, but it’s filling the doubts that usually control all my decisions with something other than fear.

As my eyes adjust to the dark, I notice a normal sized conference table with a bunch of cushy leather office chairs. I’m about to ask what we’re doing here when Chase grasps my arms, whirls me around, and pins me against the closed door.

A protest sits on the edge of my lips until his mouth envelops mine. The moment our lips touch, it’s magic. I lose all thought. His fingers intertwine with mine, palm to palm. Electricity sizzles between our clasped hands as he holds them over my head, pressing his large body against mine. The power behind his kiss, the wet heat, fingers clutching, chest pinning me to the door is exhilarating. It’s like a fast car racing around the track, going the distance right before crossing the finish line in an explosion of excitement.

The forbidden nature of his passion has my mind in a drunken tizzy. The realization that I’ve allowed him to control me is disconcerting, but it feels too good to stop. His lips nibble and pluck and a delicious sensation ricochets through every pore as sparks of lust race through me. I need more. Of him. Of his mouth. Just more.

I suck his tongue greedily and am rewarded with a guttural groan. Chase pulls away to catch a breath, then delves in deep, leaving no space uncharted. God, the man knows how to kiss. He tastes of coffee, the tiramisu we had for dessert, and something darker, richer. My entire body is on fire. Every nerve ending is hypersensitive, anticipating his next touch. He lets go of my hands and brings one to the side of my neck, tipping my head where he wants, then plunders again, taking total possession. I can feel the weight of his body pushing me harder against the door. The thick length of his erection digs into my hip.

His left hand burns a trail from my neck, over my breast, and settles at my rib cage. I want to tell him to go back up where I need him most, but he steals my breath with his searching tongue. I can do nothing but grip his back to keep him firmly pressed against me, rubbing my body along his, trying but failing to assuage the burning desire ripping me apart. His thumb sweeps across the silky fabric at my ribs in small massaging circles. The touch fills me with want, with the need to take him, right here, right now. My brain tells me to stop this, let go. Walk away. It’s too much. My body, however, has different plans. I arch into him to feel more, to get closer.

Both of his hands encircle my hips as he thrusts his erection against me. I moan into his mouth; loving the fact that I please him, make him hard. He devours me with his tongue, teeth, and lips. His hand moves lower, pulling one leg up and hooking it over his hip, holding it there. The angle is sublime. He grinds in the perfect spot between my thighs, captivating me with every stroke. Desire shatters through me, soaking the wisp of lace between us. My entire focus is on the press and release of his body as he pushes me to unbelievable heights of pleasure. Taking advantage of my hiked leg, his fingers glide to where my thigh high is held in place by the thin strip of fabric attached to a black garter.

“Jesus Christ, you’re wearing thigh highs,” he says in a strangled voice against my mouth. His teeth nip my swollen lips to the point where pleasure and pain mingle. I grin against his teeth. Some of my secrets are good ones. My penchant for sexy lingerie is a favorite. He comes in for another scorching kiss, pressing his turgid length deep against my clit. Tingles of pleasure ripple out from the sensitive nub. I fear I may come here, against this door, like a common hussy.

Chase kisses his way down my neck and I’m lost in the sensation. His natural woodsy and citrus scent is stronger as his skin shimmers with sweat. It’s intoxicating, pulling me further into the abyss that is Chase. I tremble with need, my breath ragged as I grip and claw, trying to pull him deeper against me. Merge as one.

His lips brush my ear, sending chills down my spine. I hear his intake of breath as he drags his warm tongue down the column of my neck, tasting, devouring. He moans and bites down hard on the ball of my shoulder. Excitement builds between my thighs, moisture pooling and soaking my panties. No man has taken control of me and my body in this way before. I want to bottle it whole, spray it on every surface in my bedroom so I can revisit it…often. It’s unusual, frightening and freeing at the same time. I want to beg for more, not run in fear. Chase brings out a side of me I don’t recognize, but am desperate to release.

Chase nips at my ear. I can feel every breath as his words caress the skin of my neck. “You’re driving me mad.” He bites my earlobe and I gasp. Then he pecks my lips with a kiss. “I won’t be able to make it through dinner…” Kiss again. “…without thinking about you… “ Kiss. “…against this door, wearing those fucking thigh highs…” Kiss. “…and how I’m going to remove them with my teeth.” His hips rhythmically circle and press harder into me with every staccato kiss.

“God, Chase,” I moan.

His tongue dips into my mouth as he presses against me, exactly where I need it most. A cry tears from my throat. I bite my lip, almost drawing blood. He soothes the hurt with his tongue. I reach down and squeeze his tight ass, bringing him closer. It’s too much. I have to have him.

“Please,” I beg shamelessly and punctuate my need by digging my stiletto into the tender meat of his thigh.

He winces, hissing through his teeth. “God, I can’t wait to get you into my bed. He punctuates his words by sealing his mouth over the skin of my neck. I’m sure he’ll leave marks. I almost hope he does. That thought is a first for me. I’ve had a man leave too many marks. Never have I wanted them to be there.

Chase picks up the pace of grinding me into sexual oblivion. His cock perfectly presses against my clit. All thoughts of the past are gone. I’m plowed right back into a haze of need. The pleasure almost reaches the apex, a few more strokes and I’ll fly...

A brisk knock on the door behind me startles us both. We both jump away from one another and scramble to readjust our clothes like two teenagers caught by the adults.

“Just a moment!” Chase says to the closed door.

My heart races as I smooth my skirt with shaky hands. Our breathing comes in tight bursts. I’m trembling, and the knowledge of what was about to take place is like an ice pick to my chest. The Chairman of the Board was dry humping me against a door.Shit!

Chase’s eyes scan me, ensuring my clothes are intact while smoothing his suit coat and tie. He grips both the lapels of his jacket, shaking it in place before buttoning the jacket over a very impressive erection. I cringe as he covers his need for me. He catches me sizing up his package and shoots me an impish grin, then finger combs his hair into that sex tussled look, which this time is actually from a sex act. Chase reaches out and glides his fingertips down the side of my face. He clasps my chin, then tips it up. He pets the cheek bone, then pulls me into a simple, reaffirming kiss.

“Tonight. I will have you,” he promises, then opens the door. His cell phone rings, bringing me out of the sex induced coma. With a flick of the wrist, his phone is to his ear as he barks into it, exiting. He takes one look back and shoots me a saucy wink that I can feel from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.

I wait a respectable amount of time until I can’t hear any voices outside. If I was honest, I’m really waiting to make sure I can walk without having to hold myself up using the wall like a drunken college student on frat night. I’d be mortified if anyone caught me coming out of a dark room with Chase. I could only imagine what they’d think. Probably assume I’m sleeping my way to the top or something equaling demoralizing.

Venturing out, I see that Jack is waiting for me. He has my laptop and purse. He hands me my cell phone. “Mr. Davis asked me to wait for you to ensure you got your things. He also said to give you his personal cell phone number and asked that you text him that you still plan to meet him. I’ve added it to your contacts. Do not share it with anyone,” he warns.

“Thanks,” I say to his retreating form. The man is so on edge. I wonder who pissed in his Cheerios today.

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