Page 11 of Filthy Rich Bosses

I bite my lip, conflicted. This is crazy. I shouldn't even consider it. But there's a part of me that's thrilled by the challenge, by the way Chase is looking at me like I'm the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.

"Fine," I say, meeting his eyes in challenge. I smirk. "But turn around while I get in."

Chase's eyes widen, like he can't believe I actually agreed. He holds up his hands in surrender. "Scout's honor."

He never averts his eyes. They’re glued to my every movement as I stand up and move closer to the edge of the pool. I could challenge him, tell him if he doesn’t turn around, I won’t follow through. But I…don’t want him to stop looking.

I take a deep breath, then slowly start to undress. I don't know what possesses me, but I find myself exaggerating every movement, making a show of it. Chase's eyes follow my every move, his breathing becoming noticeably heavier.

I can't help but think, “What the hell am I doing?” But the way Chase is looking at me, like I'm the most desirable woman in the world, makes me feel powerful. Sexy. It's intoxicating.

I'm down to my bra and panties now, and Chase looks like he's about to combust. "You're killing me, kitten," he groans.

I smirk, enjoying this newfound confidence. "That's the point, isn't it?"

I slip into the cool water, letting it envelop me up to my shoulders. The contrast between the night air and the pool sends a shiver down my spine. Chase's eyes are glued to me, his expression a mix of awe and desire.

With a coy smile, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. "Catch," I tease, tossing it at him. It lands on the patio with a soft plop, and Chase's eyes widen comically.

"Holy..." he mutters, his voice husky.

I shimmy out of my panties under the water, feeling both exhilarated and nervous. "The grand finale," I announce, flinging them in his direction too. They sail through the air, landing at his feet.

Chase looks like he's about to have a heart attack. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" He picks up my lavender lace thong and shoves it in his pocket after lifting it to his nose and inhaling.

I laugh, the sound echoing across the water as I glide backward into deeper water. "You don’t know me at all."

He moves closer to the edge of the pool, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, I'd very much like to get to know you better," he says, his voice dripping with innuendo.

I feel a rush of boldness. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I call out, splashing water in his direction. "Are you going to join me, or are you all talk and no action?"

Chase's eyebrows shoot up, achallenge acceptedlook crossing his face. "Oh, kitten," he purrs, "you have no idea what you're in for."

I watch in awe as Chase's hands fly to the buttons of his shirt, practically tearing it off. His lean, tattooed chest comes into view, and I feel a flutter in my stomach. He kicks off his shoes and shimmies out of his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

"Damn," I breathe, drinking in the sight of him.

Without hesitation, he dives in, cutting through the water with powerful strokes. My heart races as he approaches, a predatory glint in his eyes. Before I can react, his strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his body.

"Got you," he murmurs, his breath hot on my ear.

I shiver, despite the warm water. "Looks like you do," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.

Chase's lips curve into a wicked grin. "You naughty little thing," he purrs, his hands roaming down my sides. "Teasing me like that. I think you deserve to be punished."

My breath catches in my throat. "Oh yeah?" I challenge, even as my body thrums with anticipation. "What did you have in mind?"

Instead of answering, Chase crushes his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I melt into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I return the kiss with equal fervor. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I part them eagerly, letting him deepen the kiss.

As things heat up, Chase's hands continue their exploration. He cups my breasts, kneading gently, and I can't help the soft moan that escapes me. His lips trail down to my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

"Chase," I gasp, tilting my head to give him better access.

His hand slips lower, ghosting over my stomach and down to where I need him most. I hold my breath, waiting for his touch.

I can't believe I'm doing this. The rational part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, but every nerve ending in my body is on fire, begging for more. Chase's fingers find their target, and a jolt of pleasure courses through me.

"Oh God," I whisper, my head falling against his shoulder.

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