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“Are you sure that’s what you want, Chase?” After this afternoon I’m surprised he didn’t run for the hills. When he really gets to know me, learn of my past, he won’t want me anymore. Men like him are used to shiny new toys, not damaged broken ones that need a lot of TLC.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything.” His answer is revealing and brutally honest. It makes me nervous but looking into his gorgeous face seals the deal. He’s too damned pretty. Maybe I’ll just do what Maria says and enjoy. If I don’t get too attached to the man, we’ll both get something out of it.

“Okay,” I say with a hint of trepidation and a great deal of excitement. A couple days of having him in every possible way will be like a dream come true.

“It’s settled then. Your clothes will arrive in the morning.”

“You ordered me clothes?” That’s what they were talking about. I’m so dense.

“Yes,” he grins. “I have a charity function I’d like you to attend with me tomorrow evening. I’m certain Dana will do you justice.”

Dana. The lovely, perky blonde that seems overly familiar with her boss. Hell, I’m overly familiar with the boss right now. “You call her by her first name.” It’s not a question but an observation.

“Yes, Dana and I have been together for the past several years. I scooped her up right out of college. She’s loyal, and I trust her. I trust very few people.”

“Were you ever with her?” I hate myself the second the question passes my lips but the desire to know is overwhelming. I knot my fingers together in my lap.

He shakes his head and picks up his wine glass. “No.” He laughs. “She’s my most trusted colleague and friend, aside from Carson. I’m not attracted to her in that way, but I care a great deal for her.”

I wrap my mind around that and realize this is the time to pounce. “So, what you’re saying is that you love and care for her, but you’re not in love with her, is that right Mr. Davis?” My question hits home when I see his eyes sparkle and his lip curl into a crooked grin. Now he’ll have no choice but to feel ridiculous about his jealously over Phillip.

“Touché, Miss Callahan.” I beam with pride and he caresses the side of my face. His thumb brushes against my lower lip.

A short rotund man enters the room with two plates. He’s wearing a butler style suit. “Salmon, Mr. Davis and chicken cordon blue for the lady,” he announces.

I smile realizing he remembered my distaste for seafood. “Thank you.” I smile at the man.

“Looks amazing, Bentley. You can leave us undisturbed. I’ve got it from here.”

He definitely has me, that’s for sure.

Chapter 10

Clouds streak across a summery pristine blue sky. I stare at the fluffy shapes and try to discern objects from them. As a child, this was a favorite pastime, lying in the grass watching the clouds glide along the wide expanse of sky. I would giggle with extreme joy when my Mother could name the object I had decided a specific cloud looked like. Now Chase lies next to me, staring at the endless sky. He points to a large cloud and asks me to guess what it is. I shake my head. I can’t take my eyes away from him. I’m too enamored with his glee at the passing clouds above our little enclosure. He looks at me warmly, the blue reflecting off his eyes, making them shine as bright and colorful as an opal. Never in my life have I been more content.

“Baby, wake up,” he murmurs.

I look at him confused. My surroundings tilt and sway. I feel feather light kisses against my temple, cheek and jaw.

“Gillian, wake up,” he repeats. His face dissipates and my surroundings change. Dream Chase has disappeared and I’m left with lovely, warm, sleepy Chase.

I stretch and realize Chase is hovering over me. His knees firmly planted on each side of my hips. That’s the second time I’ve woken to him on top of me, but this time I’m not scared. I run my hands up and down his naked back, reveling in the feel of his warm skin and the joy of waking with this beautiful man. He’s kissing along my neck, long languid presses of his lips and tongue. Light fingertips trail along the balls of each shoulder as his head and lips move down to the swells of my breasts. I sigh, appreciating the intimacy. It’s not something I’m used to. I pull Chase over me, wrapping arms and legs tightly around his toned form. He snuggles fully into me, wrapping his arms around me. His head rests against my bare chest. I feel so protected. Loved. Nothing can harm me in the cradle of his body. And for a moment I allow myself to wish it was forever--although, a rather large intruder is poking against my hip. I slowly grind myself against the length.

“Happy to see me?” I ask coyly.

His forehead rubs against my chest, his nose rubbing between my breasts. “Obviously.” He grinds his length against me.

“Again?” After last night’s marathon sex, I’m honestly surprised. After desecrating his office desk early in the evening, he later took me against the dining room wall before we even finished our meal. Then we slipped into a hot shower where he proceeded to soap every inch of my body in a deliriously meticulous manner that had me purring and moaning like a cat in heat. Soap suds never felt so good.

We fell into bed sated, snoozed for a few hours then woke again and made passionate, unhurried love before we both passed out, completely exhausted.

“Yes, Baby. You drive me mad with your sexy body.” His hands cup and squeeze my breasts, fingers rubbing little circles around the tightening peaks. My body responds like Pavlov’s dog to a bell. In an instant I’m needy and wanton, arching into him.

His foot slides between mine and separates my legs in one swift move. He seats himself firmly between my splayed thighs. With no preamble, he centers his cock against my moist opening and inch by glorious inch presses his length into me. The deliciously abused and swollen tissues attempt to reject him, but he slides out a couple inches and works his way in, slowly smoothing the way for me to accept his wide girth. Once he’s completely imbedded, I exhale the breath I was holding. It’s never been more perfect. When Chase is deep inside me, it’s as if our souls are connected and always have been.

“So good,” he whispers against my lips as he kisses me. I return his kiss, enjoying this languid love making.

After several long, slow strokes, he quickens the pace, his hands sliding under my back to cup my shoulders, giving him more purchase to pound into me. Sex with Chase is an event not just a meeting of skin to skin. He does things to me you only see in movies. The feeling is unparalleled, unlike any experience that came before. The way he moves, the sensual caress of his fingers over my skin, his mouth worshiping every inch of me is like art imitating life. Hard, soft, beautiful, aching, devastating…nourishing. With every press of his body, every taste of his sweet kiss he is healing me from the inside out.

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