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I scream when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. I regain awareness the moment Chase loses it. His body strung as tight as a drum, muscles flex and ripple as he releases his essence into me, holding my hips in a bruising grip. I can feel every tingle, every twinge of his cock as he muffles his cry into the crook of my neck. Beautiful oblivion. God I love him.

Once we catch our breath, I unwind my legs from his waist. He kisses me with such passion that I want to scale his body and ride him again but I’m exhausted. He stares deep into my eyes as he holds my shoulders then cups my neck. He lays his forehead against mine. “Too many days without you. I don’t like it.”

“I missed you too, big guy,” I tell him and kiss his nose.

He grins from ear to ear. “Come on, I have dinner being made for us by a world renowned chef.” He pulls his pants up and in place. “We have time to take a shower and you can put on something more comfortable.”

“What’s more comfortable than this?” I ask knowing the answer but enjoying playing with him.

“I was thinking a saucy little number I left waiting on the bed would be perfect for this evening,” he retorts.

“I highly doubt the lingerie you had Dana buy me is ideal for eating a world renowned chef’s meal,” I counter.

“I actually picked out the piece and bought it for you myself when I was in Toronto,“ he tells me. “It comes with a perfectly appropriate robe, and I’d like you to wear it.”

I grip his arm and rub my head against his shoulder. “Anything for you, Baby,” I whisper and kiss his neck. He holds open the door and we enter arm in arm.

We walk through the spacious apartment. It is completely different from his home in San Francisco. This one is much colder. The floors are white marble. Every wall except one is stark white with black and white photos hanging throughout the space. The accent wall is a bright color. The wall closest is a royal blue with an image hanging dead center. A canary yellow wall off in the distance has photographs of random objects, the wheel of a car, the front of a train, the window of a plane. This place is not at all like the Chase I know and love. His home in San Francisco is filled with books and trinkets from his travels and feels warm and inviting. This seems like a museum.

“Did you design this house?”

“A friend of mine did. I hate it actually, but I didn’t have the heart to change it. I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” he admits dryly.

I knew the man had a heart, but he takes friendly consideration a little too far. Instead of raining on his parade, I figure it’s probably best to leave it alone and follow him to his room.

We take a long, hot shower, reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies now that the initial need has been slaked. I inspect the black lingerie Chase picked out for me. It’s beautiful and very tasteful. A lacy spaghetti strapped camisole with high cut matching lace shorts. The satin robe that goes with it is floor length and covers me from shoulders to ankles. I quickly put the lingerie on, and it fits like a glove. He has an uncanny ability to size me.

Once I’m dressed I brush the tangles from my wet hair. Chase comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me. He inhales against the crook of my neck and layers the skin with tiny kisses. “You always smell and feel so good.”

“Thank you. Now about that dinner? I’m starving.” I puff out my bottom lip and turn in a circle clasping him around the waist. He’s wearing pajama pants that look suspiciously similar to the ensemble he laid out for me. Chase nibbles on my lip before pulling away.

“After you, my sweet.” He gestures for me to lead the way even though I’m not at all certain where we’re going.My sweet?Another new one. I smile. Eventually he takes the lead, clasping my hand and bringing me to a dining room. Another boring white room with black and white images of objects grace the walls. Only these images are worse. An old fashioned milk jug, a fruit bowl, and a picture of mismatched place setting. Chase really needs to have a chat with that designer.

The chef he hired definitely earns his status as being world renowned. Every bite is better than the last and I feel as though I could die a happy woman now that I’ve consumed an incredible meal and been thoroughly pleased by my man.

“Who are you prospecting tomorrow?” Chase asks around a bite of fresh bread.

I sip my wine and hold it on my tongue for a moment appreciating the thick berry notes. “Theodore Vandegren.”

His eyes narrow.

“Taye has a friend of a friend of a friend who got us the meeting,” I say unable to hide my excitement over my first donor visit.

“You’re not meeting with Theo, Gillian,” Chase says stiffly.

Alarm bells flare and I lift an eyebrow,waiting for him to rephrase his command. He doesn’t. “What do you mean I’m not meeting with him? Do you know him?”

He nods. “Theo is a business associate. He probably agreed to the meeting because he knows I’m the Chairman, and it’s my foundation.”

“So what’s the problem? Taye says he’s incredibly wealthy and gives to a lot of charities. We’d be lucky to secure him as a major donor, Chase.” I place a hand over his arm to remind him of the reason I’m meeting with this man.

“Theo is a player. He will get one look at you and make every effort to woo you and get into your pants. I won’t have it.” He takes a sip of wine and puts down his fork. It clangs loudly against his plate. He turns toward me, arms crossed over his chest.

I lick my lips and take a deep breath. I’ve learned a thing or two about Chase over the past few months. When he feels threatened by a man who he believes may have interest in me, he gets extremely unreasonable. I’ve given him no indication that I would ever want anyone else, but something inside him drives this jealousy. Eventually I have to get to the bottom of it. For now, I need to remind him of his place.

“You don’t get to decide who I see professionally. You’re my boyfriend, not my boss. You agreed to not get involved in my job any more than you already have,” I remind him, trying to be reasonable.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, and that sexy jaw, the one that delectably abraded my skin just an hour ago becomes hard.

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