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“What about the tattoo?” Chase asks while kissing along my neck. On my left wrist is a vibrant Celtic trinity symbol. It’s the only tattoo I have and the only one I could ever imagine having. When you’ve had a past like mine, marking one’s body in any way permanently has to mean something. For the three women I adore more than life itself, it means so much.

“The Celtic trinity,” I trace a finger along the blue and black design. It’s about the size of a quarter. It’s a rich indigo blue with deep sweeping black outlines around the three petal like shapes. They all come together and are surrounded by the circle of protection. “It means a lot of things to people. Body, mind, soul, father, son, holy spirit…”

“And what does it mean to you and your friends? I noticed all four of you have the design, at least I suspect as much. I saw it on Maria’s shoulder blade the other day and on Bree’s foot today.”

“Kat’s is on her hip, and, no, you’re never seeing that one!” I warn and narrow my eyes in mock anger.

“Don’t care to. I mean, you’re friends are all stunning beauties, but I prefer a hot, curvy redhead any day of the week.” He bites down on the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. I gasp and lean my neck over to the side. “So what does the tattoo mean to you?”

“Oh, um…”

Chase continues kissing and licking the side of my neck distracting me.

“Body, mind, and soul is important to all four of us but for me personally, it represents the past, the present and the future. They will always be a part of my past, my present, and my future.”

Chase hums along my neck and twirls my hair. “You have gorgeous red hair, Gillian,” he whispers against my ear.

She’s a redhead.The phrase jars my memory. “Speaking of my hair. Why does your family seem taken by my hair color? Carson said something about it. Cooper did, too, at dinner last night?”

Chase tenses and halts his kisses. “It’s nothing.” He kisses me again.

Oh it’s definitely something. A something he doesn’t want to talk about. I want to press for information but his tongue is running down my neck. His hand comes to my breast and squeezes it through the thin fabric. I groan and cup his cheek to bring his lips to mine. I pull myself onto his lap and grind into his erection as we kiss languidly, losing ourselves in our passion for one another.

Chase’s hands slide under my top to cup each breast. I tilt my head and delve deep into his mouth staking my own claim on him. His fingers find their way under the cups of my bra to pluck and pull at each throbbing peak. I slide my tongue along his jaw and nibble and bite my way over his five o’clock shadow. I lick the scruffy surface until I make my way up to his earlobe and swirl around the taut skin, nibbling lightly. He lifts his hips against mine and I take advantage, grinding into his erection harder.

“God, I want you,” he says through gritted teeth, nostrils flaring. If I didn’t know he was insane with lust, I’d think he was angry, ready to go into battle.

“Then take me,” I challenge. As the words leave my mouth, the limo stops. We’ve arrived at my building. I refrain from doing a fist pump into the air.

Chase doesn’t wait for Jack to open the door. He’s out of the car, pulling me behind him towards my apartment. “Jack, bring her clothing to her apartment. Come back in an hour and a half.” Chase practically pushes me through the doors of my building.

“That will be cutting it close, Sir.” Jack warns.

“We’ll make it. An hour and a half.”

“Chase, if you have to go, we can wait--”

“Not an option. “ He cuts me off and forges ahead. “I’m going to be gone two days. I’m taking you to bed.” He is a man on a mission and I love it. A giddiness fills my chest as I skip alongside him.

“Yes, Sir!” I salute and he rolls his eyes.

“Just open the damn door, Gillian or I’ll fuck you in the hallway.”

I’m trying to pull my keys out of my purse but his hands all over me make me clumsy. He cups my breasts and bites my neck as I lose connection with the lock.

“You’re taking too long,” he warns, pressing his dick against the seam of my ass through my jeans. He digs his erection against me wickedly setting off a fire bomb of heat.

“Shit!” I drop the keys without unlocking the door.

He grabs them, pulls me against the door and kisses me ravenously. He presses me into the doorframe while his left hand fiddles with the door. He pushes against me and the door opens. We tumble in and catch our footing before falling to the floor in a heap. Chase is already pulling his t-shirt over his head. He drops it to the floor, and I lick my lips when I see his golden bare chest. I walk backwards towards my room watching him as his eyes fire and turn dark.

I pull the designer blouse over my head and drop it to the floor as well. His shoes go, one foot, then the other as we slowly walk. I mimic him, raising the stakes by unbuttoning my jeans and sliding down the zipper. His eyebrow goes up and he pulls on his buttons and stops advancing to pull his jeans completely off. His black boxer briefs mold to his form like a second skin. I follow his lead and do the same until I’m standing before him in a pale pink bra and matching panties he purchased. His eyes scan my body and he bites his lip.

“Money well spent. I’m going to get you a store full of satin and lace so I can go through my days knowing my woman is wearing those sexy things for me.” He points to his chest. His gaze traces over my curves almost like a caress. “Baby, I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you,” he says just before lunging like a cougar capturing its prey. His hands grip my waist and he presses his body against mine. Warm male skin. My mouth waters, and I groan sliding my hands down his ribcage and up his abdomen feeling his muscles bunch and tighten under my touch. “Where’s your room?” He trails his fingers over the top of my lace panties.

“Just behind me, straight back at the end of the hall.”

He grips my ass and pulls me up; my legs immediately go around his waist. For a moment I remember him taking me up against the wall in his dining room the other night. I tighten my legs around his waist. He walks us to my room and sets me on the queen sized bed. My bright white comforter is cool against my heated skin. His lips find mine and we kiss for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes.

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