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I worked with him to get the rest removed, thinking I was completely destroying the mood, but once again Chase surprised me. I was starting to believe that it would take a lot more to scare him away.

Reaching for his cock proved that—at least physically. He showed no signs of simmering down. I was now free from my self-imposed restrictions, and it was glorious. I could breathe deeply, I was open for him, and he was ready for me. “Please, Chase.” I tugged at his clothes. “Take these off. Get naked with me.”

Instead, he picked me up and placed me on the bed, lying next to me. He made no move to undress, and I tried to disregard the dwindling time. We’d normally be going on our second round by now and my fourth orgasm. He never seemed to go fully down before he sprang back to life again, even after he came. Ugh, stupid grandma clothes. They were going straight into the donation pile.

Chase lay on his side and me on my back, his fingers like hot glass gliding over my skin. He was excruciatingly slow, taking his time slicing me open and extracting my pleasure. Every nerve ending was sparked, and I was dying a slow, fiery death.

“Chase…” I didn’t understand what was taking so long. I couldn’t even if I tried harder. My intellect was shot to hell. I was a mass of senses, all buzzing and whirling. And I was wet. I was so painfully wet. Even in my incoherency, I knew I was a raging flood.

His warm mouth closed over one nipple, then the other. He continued to torment me with his touch, coming close to my screaming clit but moving up my belly instead. My muscles quivered. He hadn’t even penetrated me in any shape or form. I was one hundred percent in there—was he still concerned about that? My pussy was pleading for it, begging to be slammed hard. If I weren’t a bag of jelly, I’d toss him over and force myself down on him.

“God, Chase. I need you. Now.” I gritted my teeth. His clothes were still on. Why were they still on?

“Relax, Jillian.” He dragged a finger through my wetness as if to appease me. “You’ve let me fuck you. Now let me love you.”

I was careening out of control, different parts of me vying for authority. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. When we had our sessions, they were fast and furious. Hard thrusts over and over and over. Deep positions and cries of ecstasy. Raw, primal fucking with no concern other than physical pleasure. Even his tongue had a rough softness as he sucked every last orgasm from me.

But this… this was something else entirely. It was intimate, and my body responded just as well, if not better. I didn’t know if I could handle that.

“Will you do that for me, Wild Horses?” He brushed his lips gently across mine. “Will you let me love you?”

“Yes.” The word was out before I could stop it, but once it was said, that last part of me fighting let go.

Chase licked his way down my body and flicked his tongue over my clit. Once… twice was all it took to take the edge off. I liquefied into the bed, waves crashing against each other as they made their way through every tense muscle. A full-body climax and it was incredible. Exactly what I needed to relax fully and give myself over completely.

For the night, I was unequivocally his, whatever way he wanted me.

He must have kissed every inch of me, and I didn’t rush him. I savored his tender lips and his gentle bites. His breath on my neck and his fingertips that cascaded over me, throwing my arousal into a whole new stratosphere. He was sending me high, his scent intensifying everything along the way. I came hard, and it was more satisfying than ever.

At some point, he’d taken off his clothes and laid his hot skin next to mine. I hadn’t asked. I hadn’t even been aware of it until after the fact. It must have been during one of those times my body slammed into the ceiling.

I placed my hand against his lower back; he was on his side, his erection bruising my hip. I brushed my fingertips over his tautness before rolling my body to face him. There was an instant current when his cock hit between my thighs.

We had never been that close, and I wanted it. At that moment, I’d never wanted more. His hand tangled in my hair, the tight bun a foolish, distant memory, and drew my mouth deeply into his. We kissed like lovers, no space between his body and mine. The only way we could get any closer was if he were inside me.

“Jillian.” He tried moving back slightly, but I wanted him close. Close close close. He had to be hurting by that point, his erection painfully throbbing. He hadn’t had the benefit of multiple orgasms to calm him down.

“Chase,” I whispered into his ear, my hands in pure bliss as they touched wherever they could reach. His body was a marvel to me. Perfection. “I want to feel you, all of you, with nothing between us.”

I wasn’t sure he understood until I glided my wetness against him. There were no words for how badly I wanted this. His eyes widened. “How…?”

“It’s your choice. I’m yours tonight, Chase.” I smiled lightly. “I trust my body enough to know I’m safe, but you’ll need to trust me too. It’s all your decision, and I’ll accept whatever you want.” I’d accept it, but there was no doubt what I was hoping his answer would be. He’d told me that he’d never fucked without a condom before. Never. I believed him, and I believed in my body to know it wasn’t a viable time to get pregnant. “I promise you, Chase. I would never do anything to trap you.”

“I know, Jillian.” His voice was barely audible as he slid inside me. His body shook as he filled me, as he pressed deeper and deeper. For a moment, I was concerned that his decision frightened him, that he was regretting the impulsiveness. Until I saw his face. He thrust inside me gently, then with more urgency. I’d never experienced anything so delicious, and I knew he felt the same.

“I know, Jillian,” he repeated, “but sometimes I wish you would.”

The sound of a phone roused me just enough to think it was part of my dream. All I saw was a haze around me. Slowly things came into focus, and I noticed the clock read 5:57 a.m. I wiped my eyes, remembering something about not being able to discern numbers in dreams. I didn’t know it that was true or not but realized I had to be awake if I was thinking about it.

In the next breath, it hit me. Chase was not there, and the spot beside me in bed was cold. How long had he been gone? I can’t believe I never even stirred. The last thing I remember was falling asleep in his arms after making love.Making love.

My heart sank. I didn’t know what felt worse—Chase not being there or allowing myself to get into the position whether I cared if he was there or not. It wasn’t long ago when I would have been pissed off if he’d stayed over. Now the fact that he hadn’t left me… empty. And that sucked. It sucked so bad that I wanted to erase all traces of the night.

Even though it had been phenomenal.

Dammit, Jillian, what is your problem?Chase had stuck to the two-hour time window, or close to it, and that’s what should’ve mattered. I curled into a ball and tried to go back to sleep. I had a client meeting later in the day, but otherwise, it wasn’t crucial for me to get out of bed early. I’d been working enough lately; I could afford to be lazy.

I lay there for a while, lids shut tightly and annoyed that I was so awake, when I remembered the tone that had stirred me earlier. I’d forgotten to check if it was real or not. I reached over and grabbed the cell, scrolling through the missed calls.

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