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“Fuck yeah, come for me, Baby!” Chase encourages as he strokes that spot with perfect accuracy. “I need one more, Baby. I want it all. Your pleasure is mine now.”

His words are like a dusting of kerosene on an open flame. My body burns for him. He continues to plow into me, furiously gripping my hips. I know I will be wearing his mark in the morning. I don’t care as long as he keeps fucking me. His mouth nips at my lips and I put everything into this kiss, holding nothing back. My fear of commitment, of losing myself, of my career, I leave it all behind, content to give him everything. He’ll accept nothing less. Chase’s hand slips between our bodies and his thumb crushes my swollen clit. Spirals of light shoot past my eyes, so bright I squeeze them shut. Pleasure skims through every pore as Chase thrusts into me over and over, extending my orgasm to a place beyond reality. My entire body quakes with the viciousness of his lust. He relentlessly gives pleasure and I take all that he gives and more. I scream his name so loud I’m sure the people in the other offices hear it.

“God, Baby, so beautiful when you come…” A few hard strokes and his eyes close tightly, his jaw sets, teeth clenching down. With a mighty roar his release jets into me, his arms tight, the veins on his forearms raised as he pumps into me over and over. I almost come again from the heat washing over my insides, coupled with seeing his loss of control. He’s more than my Superman, he’s a God, lit up from the inside out when he comes. I know I have to see it again. That beauty is as great as a sunset or a newborn baby. It’s light and love and all nature’s beauty put together. It’s Chase, letting go.

For me.

With me.

Because of me.

He melts against my chest and I grip him to me protectively as he shudders and trembles, his cock throbbing delectably with every breath. I kiss his shoulders, neck, temples, everywhere I can reach. His head is firmly planted in the crook of my neck. I can feel his strangled breath against my skin. It’s warm and comfortable. It’s everything.

I slide my hands up and down his naked back and relish touching his skin. The man is a work of art in the bedroom.

“Gillian, damn woman. You’ll be the death of me. I’m going to fuck you until we both die. It’s inevitable.”

I chuckle and kiss him as he lifts me upright. His penis slips from me and I cringe at the loss. His essence trickles out of me and he watches it pool on the surface of his glossy black desk. A combination of our pleasure. He grins solicitously, clearly fascinated. He likes what he sees. Dirty boy.

We kiss for a couple of long minutes and then he pulls up his pants. I watch as he enters a door I hadn’t noticed to the side of his desk. I hear water running but I’m too far gone to move from my position on his desk. The man ruined me for the evening. I’m completely sated and reeling.Three times!My mind sings. Chase returns with a warm washcloth and wipes between my legs removing the essence of our pleasure.

“Better?” He asks, quietly cleaning me.

“Perfect.” I smile.

And it was perfect. I know the sex wasn’t conventional. It wasn’t in his bedroom after a nice romantic candlelit dinner but the fierceness in the way he took me was intense, incredible, consuming. I loved every moment of it. I stand as he takes the washcloth into what I can assume is his personal bathroom. Must be good to be the King.

I pull on my panties and slide my skirt back in place, adjusting my bra so my breasts are covered. I pick up my blouse. It’s completely destroyed. A slow grin smarts across my lips.

Chase returns with a bright white men’s dress shirt and holds it out for me with a shy grin. I turn my back and put my arms through the holes. He turns me to face him. “Let me.” He makes quick work of the buttons. The shirt hangs to my thighs but I’m completely covered. I roll the arms up to three quarters. If I had a thick belt, it would actually look like I put the look together intentionally.

“Are you hungry?” What an odd question after mind blowing sex. “My chef has prepared a meal for us.”

Oh, dinner. “Starving,” I admit. I pecked at my lunch after the horrible experience at the doctor’s office. I am famished, especially after the body-melting sex we just had.

He picks both of our suit jackets up from the pile in the middle of his office floor. He grabs my hand and steers me through the building. Most of the offices are now quiet and dark but the lighting makes the path easily visible. A couple offices still have people hard at work and they look up in surprise as Chase walks me through the halls, holding my hand. Looks like I’ve managed to stir two gossip mills today.

We enter the elevator and he places his thumb against the LED computer screen. A light shines red and scans his thumb and then the elevator springs to life, taking us another level up. He’s taking me to his home. The place he never takes women. A sense of pride fills me and I feel taller, standing straighter. The elevator opens to a foyer. The door opposite is wide and Jack holds it open as we enter.

“Mr. Davis, Miss Callahan,” Jack greets us.

I smile confidently, Chase still holding my hand. It takes everything I havenotto stick my tongue out at the man like a silly schoolgirl. “Mrs. Shepherd said the clothes you ordered for Miss Callahan will be here first thing in the morning. I will have Mr. Bentley see to them.”

Chase brings me through a cozy living room adorned in rich jewel tones. Bookcases and large paintings fill the walls. An enormous stone fireplace blazes, making the room glow with ambient light. Before I can examine the space, I am led into an elegant dining room. A long mahogany table that seats twelve fills the room. A sparkling crystal chandelier hangs over the center of the table. Silver candle sticks run down the center of the table on top of a gold threaded table runner. Two places are set, one at the head of the table and another at the seat just to the right. A water glass and wine glass are preset with the finest looking china. The plates are white with swirling gold trim etched along the edge. Several forks, spoons and knives hug the sides of the plates. Too many for me to know which ones to use with which course, but I’ll watch him pick the right one.

“Sit.” Chase holds out my chair for me. “Would you like some wine?”

“That would be heavenly, thank you.”

He pulls the white wine from the free standing ice bucket and fills our glasses. I’m still completely giddy and sated from our rendezvous moments ago.

We clink our glasses together and sip, eyeing one another.

“That was…” Chase exhales deeply and shakes his head. “Being with you, it was unbelievable, Gillian.” His eyes hold mine.

My face heats and I nod, not knowing what to say.

“Having you on top of my desk…I’m usually more controlled than that.” He licks his lips and sizes me up. “I can barely keep my hands off you now.” His eyes burn with desire and I bite my own lip as I glance at his hands. They are held into tight fists on top of the table showing the power behind his restraint. “Will you stay the weekend with me?” he asks.

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