Page 57 of Fake It 'Til You Sleigh It

“Kiss me.”

The authority in her voice obliterates my defenses. I’m powerless. I claim her mouth with a ferocity that steals her gasp, our kiss turning wild and consuming. Everything she’s doing with those skillful lips and that sinful tongue has my senses spinning out of control.

“I want you naked,” I growl. My hands move with purpose, pulling down the neckline of Chase’s shirt to expose the creamy surface of her skin. I plant hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone as my hand slips beneath the fabric, palming her breast with a possessive touch. She’s soft and warm, her nipple hardening against my palm.

“Stop, wait. Wait!” she cries out, her breath catching in her throat.

I freeze, uncertainty flooding my features. “God, sorry. I uh, thought you wanted to—”

“No. I mean yes,” Chase clarifies, her eyes darkened with desire. “But not here. Your parents could see us.”

“Bedroom. Copy that.”

In one fluid motion, I scoop her up, my large hands cupping the lush curves of her ass. Her lips find my neck, and the way she nibbles on my earlobe ignites my insides. Her tongue continues to tease before she sensually plunges it into my ear.

“Fuck!” I nearly drop her. A waterfall of sensations ripples through me. My grip on Chase’s thighs falters as pure molten lust floods my system. Her breathy moan unearths something in me, the sound so insistent and needy.

Her legs—those sinful, mile-long legs—hug my waist like a vise, grinding her heat against me. The friction ignites sparks behind my eyelids. My cock strains painfully against her core, demanding attention.

“Sweetheart,” I mutter. “If you keep that up, we’re not making it to the bed.”

“You get me to that bedroom now!” she commands.

Stumbling into my room, I grab the doorknob and carefully ease the door shut behind us, jamming a chair under the handle.

In the three and a half years I’ve known Chase, never once did I think I wanted this. We’ve butted heads more times than I can count, and there’s the obvious reason she’s off-limits: she’s my boss.

But holding her now, in my arms, with passion pulsing through my veins, she’s all I want. I’ve never craved anything more in my entire goddamn life.

“Bed. Now.”

“With fucking pleasure,” I growl devilishly. That bossy tone—the one that’s always grated on me—feels different here.

I am so fucked.

The second Chase’s ass hits the sheets, her hands are tugging at my shirt. I need to feel her skin against me. I reach behind, grab the collar, and rip it clean off.

“Oh my God, your body is fucking perfect,” she breathes, her fingers trailing down my chiseled pecs and across my abs, leaving goosebumps of hunger with each touch.

“I showed you mine. Now show me yours.”

She raises her arms above her head, signaling me to pull off her silk pajama top. I waste no time. Her exposed breasts—beautiful and full—perfectly match my greedy gaze.

“Jesus fuck, you’re sexy,” I groan, my eager hands already cupping her soft mounds. My thumbs graze over her hardened nipples. Chase’s back arches, pushing her breasts toward me and intensifying my touch—a silent plea for more. I oblige, squeezing harder, reveling in the way her mouth falls open with a breathy moan.

I dip my head, my tongue darting out and lapping up her sweet flesh.I want to worship every inch of her body.“I could spend days sucking on these perky, rosy nipples,” I murmur.

“Less talking, more orgasms,” Chase demands.

“Okay, listen,” I sigh, exasperated. “You gotta let me lead here. Equal partners, remember?”

“Ethan, if you want to be inside me when I come, you better get a condom on right now.”

“You’re the boss,” I concede, grinning until—

Realization hits me. “Oh shit, do you have one?”

Chase’s eyes widen. “No! Sex wasnoton my itinerary, especially with you.”

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