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“Now I’m going to show you how much I love you,” I whisper.
She comes as soon as I thrust, the buildup having been too much. I hold her as she tenses, muscles locked in pleasure, before she softens in my arms. Only then do I begin to move, slowly, deliberately, building her back up.
Impatient as ever, she lifts her hips in time with mine, fucking herself on me as I make love to her.
God, I love this woman.
“Chase, Chase, Chase…” she chants, like the mere reminder of who is making love to her is bringing her that much closer to the brink.
My balls draw up, and I know I’m reaching the end of my limit. My hips piston harder, my thrusts deeper.
“Look at me, baby. Look at me.”
Blinking wildly, nearly unable to focus, Bell’s eyes finally lock on mine.
“Never let me go.” Reaching down, I lift her ass, thrusting once more as hard and as deep as I can, our orgasms clashing together in one wave of pleasure.
“Never.” Her body shivers with aftershocks. “I love you.”
“Me too.” I sag against her, my body spent. “And I always will.”
EPILOGUE
Chase
I slipmy hand under Bell’s skirt and palm her ass.
“Chase, pay attention,” she whispers, as harshly as a whisper allows.
“I am.” The tip of my middle finger slides under the lace.
“To what’s happening in your office, not my ass.”
She’s so cute when she pretends to be annoyed.
“But it’s such a fine ass,” I murmur against the column of her neck.
The sound of a door opening quiets us both.
“This way.” Thomas’s deep, steady voice sounds through the small opening of the closet door that Bell and I are hiding behind.
“Everything is in order?” Stan’s voice booms.
“Yes.” Denise’s shrill voice sends chills down my spine. “I was hoping to have this over with so your father and I could celebrate at Jean-Georges.”
They make their way to the desk, where Bell and I can see them from our hiding spot.
“I can’t believe that boy would give up his shares. He never could hack being arealMoore. Doesn’t have the stones.”
Thomas makes a noncommittal sound while rifling through the papers on the desk.
“And Denise is working out great, isn’t she? The new campaign she’s rolled out has really set Moore’s up for a great year.”
Denise coos and smooths down Stan’s lapels with her talons.
Bell stiffens. I move my hand from under her skirt and wrap both arms around her, drawing her back up against my front for a hug. I know she says it doesn’t matter that she ‘left’ her work behind when she went to Texas, knowing Denise would take it. That it was her choice, and she’d do it again. But it still hurt, and I’m planning on making it up to her.
“I’m going to junk-punch your father and then stab Denise with my new Jimmy Choos,” Bell mutters softly.
