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“I don’t know why I have to repeat myself.” His fingers tangle into the side of my panties and slip them off my legs. He grips my legs and spreads them apart more roughly than I expect. His hands palm my thighs and drag down to my center. Slowly just his thumbs draw apart my lower lips exposing me fully to his gaze. He groans deeply at the sight.

He brings his head down to me and inhales, “I’ll never forget your scent. I love knowing that I’m the only man who gets to experience this piece of heaven.” And then he’s everywhere at once. The flat of his incredible tongue laps at me in long strokes from the tiny rosette that tingles every time he touches it with his delectable tongue, to the place where I need him most.

“More,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry, Baby. What did you say?” He twirls his tongue in circular motion around my engorged clit. “Because I think you said you wanted more.” His tongue delves deep into my core stabbing in and out, his mouth fucking me where I want his cock.

“God yes, Chase,” I squeal and gyrate my hips against his face trying to get more pressure, more tongue, more of him, more, just more.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Gorgeous, and I’ll give you what you want,” he says with extreme confidence. I moan in answer. He’s not playing fair. He knows I’m going to cave.

He spreads my cheeks wide and swirls his tongue around my anus, stabbing at the puckered hole, making me squirm with pleasure. He wets the area fully and then replaces his tongue with the soft pad of his thumb, pressing into the tight muscle as it flowers open for him. “Has any man ever had your ass, Gillian?” he asks. I shake my head repeatedly lost to the dark feeling roaring through me. He grins. “That’s good, real good. I want to be the only man who has had you in every way possible.”

My hands come up of their own accord and cup my breasts. Pushing the bra down I twist and pull at the pebbled peaks. His words of ownership and taking me in a way I’ve only fantasized about have me out of my mind. Then it dawns on me. I’m choosing to let him control me, entrusting him with my body, mind, and soul. It’s liberating in the freedom that decision brings.

It’s my choice.

His thumb presses harder into my most private juncture and pushes pasts the tight ring of muscle. A burning sensation scalds me from the inside out but quickly dissipates into white hot pleasure. He pulls his thumb slowly out and presses it back in again. The feeling is intense, unusual, but so good I start to press against it, seeking deeper penetration.

“Damn, Baby, you’re stunning. I love fucking you. You make me so hard,” he says and licks his lips. His tongue comes back into play and twirls around my swollen clit, flicking and stabbing in perfect succession. Two fingers from his other hand push into me and hook up rubbing against the pleasure button deep within me. He’s penetrating my cunt and ass as he sucks and nibbles on my clit. Full. So full I’m about to burst. I push against his fingers and thumb shamelessly as he laps and licks at my clit. His mouth clamps over the over stimulated bud and sucks hard, pushing me into a blinding orgasm that has me screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

He’s relentless in stretching out my pleasure for as long as possible, his tongue continuing the torture of my clit roughly. I twine my fingers in his hair, grip his head and clamp my thighs around his head as my orgasm rolls from one into another unending burst of pleasure. He keeps up the pressure until he’s wrung two orgasms in a row out of me, leaving me in a boneless heap, spread eagle on his mattress, my bra twisted around my waist.

His gaze is predatory as he pulls off his shirt and pants looking down at me spread before him. “Now, tell me again that you’re not my woman,” he demands.

I close my eyes and accept my fate. “I can’t,” I say realizing there was never any other option. From the minute I met Chase he had me.

It dawned on me that I was daydreaming when I felt his fingertips trail along my face. His cock nudges my entrance and presses into me. He gives me one slow inch of his thick cock at a time. Almost teasing me with it. Then finally, he’s seating to the hilt. All the air leaves my body in a whoosh the moment his bare chest meets mine. Heart to heart.

“God, I love you,” spills from his lips when he’s imbedded completely. Tears spill down my cheeks. I open my eyes and see the truth shining through his. I’ve waited months to hear him utter those words again.

I wrap my legs around his waist, enfolding myself completely around this man I adore. “I love you, more.”

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Our lovemaking makes us twenty minutes late for dinner with his cousin Craig and his wife Faith. Craig is tall, and more distinguished looking than his siblings, though he smiles as big and as often as Carson. His wife is an elegant brunette. Her full lips stretch into a genuine grin as she offers me the seat next to her.

We fall into easy conversation with the couple, laughing a great deal throughout the meal. I really like Craig and Faith. They are new parents and spend dinner filling us with hysterical tales about their nine month old son Caden. Stories that horrify Chase and amuse the hell out of me. I’ve always wanted children, so I soak up every detail of their experience with their son.

Chase’s phone rings throughout the entire dinner. Finally, I encourage him to take the call and settle the issue or he will continue to be distracted. He grins, knowing the accuracy of my words and kisses me on the temple as he excuses himself.

Just when he is out of earshot, Faith pounces. “So you and Chase seem pretty serious.”

“Faith, really? You’ve met her once!” her husband admonishes. “I’m sorry, Gillian, she just can’t help it. She’s a matchmaker at heart,” Craig says in apology.

“I just want everyone to be as happy as I am with you, babe.” She bats her eyelashes and grins wickedly. He rolls his eyes clearly taken with his wife.

“I don’t mind, really, Craig. Chase and I are enjoying our time together, and we’re committed to one another,” I say and look off into the distance. Chase hovers by the bar. His hand rests on the elbow of a woman. Every so often he smiles and tips back his head in laughter. The woman turns around, and what I see floors me. She’s tall with a curvy body wrapped in a form fitting blue silk dress. One delicate looking hand pulls her long red hair over one shoulder. She looks a lot like me, as in, we could be sisters.

“What the hell is she doing here?” Craig says with a twinge of anger. “Excuse me,” Craig stands and stomps towards Chase and the mystery woman.

“Who is that, Faith?” I never take my eyes off Chase and this woman. He keeps touching her, clasping her elbow with one hand then moving a piece of hair away from her face. That simple act is far too intimate to be an acquaintance. Jealousy rears its ugly head, and I push it deep down in the dark recesses of my subconscious.

Faith bites her lip and I stare at her expecting an answer. “That’s Megan O’Brian.” She looks at the woman with disdain, shooting daggers across the restaurant.

“And why is she important? Chase seems to know her well.” I say quietly, trying to suppress the worry in my tone.

“Of course he knows her. That’s Megan,theMegan,” she emphasizes with quotes around the word “the Megan” as if that explains everything. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. “His ex-fiancée, his first love…that Megan!” she clarifies, and I’m certain my skin goes white.

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