Page 94 of Beneath the Stars (Sugarlake 1)

My head slams against the window and I bite my lip to stop the scream. Pressure builds low in my belly until I can’t focus on anything other than what he’s doing to me.

Just a little more.

His fingers scissor inside me and my hips jolt forward. I’m so far gone. I ride his face. I can’t help it. He groans again, the vibration sending ripples of pleasure spiraling up my body. The coil inside me tightens.

His touch disappears. I’m about to protest, but before I can, he grabs my hips, hoisting me up. My legs drape over his shoulders and just like that, he’s pinning me to the window. His hands underneath me and his face between my thighs.

The glass is cold against my heated skin. My head shakes back and forth, my body trembling. I’m so close. So close. He doesn’t put his fingers back inside me, but he doesn’t need to. One more pass of his tongue and I unravel.

The sensation shoots through me and my thighs tighten around his head. I feel him dive down, drinking up my juices. It’s dirty and perfect and makes me feel so, so hot.

Slowly, I come back down to Earth. Chase lowers my legs and settles back on his heels, grinning wide and licking his lips. His face is glossy from my orgasm, and I have the strongest urge to kiss it off his face. So I do. I launch off the window and into his arms, making him fall back from the force. I can feel how hard he is, his thickness pressing against me. Between that and the taste of my pleasure on his tongue, I’m ready for round two.

Eventually, I have to stop to catch my breath. Reason filters through me as I lay against his chest on the dance studio floor. I just let Chase eat me out against Regina’s brand new window, in broad daylight.

I don’t regret it. I’d let him do that to me anywhere.

My legs are still shaky as I stand and then bend to pick my panties up off the floor. I slip them back on and rearrange my skirt, finger-brushing my hair as I smirk at Chase. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“Best damn meal I’ve ever had.” He winks. “You ready to go? It’s my turn to feed you.”

I’m sure he means dinner, but the double entendre in his words has me thinking wicked thoughts. I imagine him in my mouth and a tingle shoots through me. Thick… throbbing… mine.

I’m more than ready to go.

We make it to Chase’s, and I’m surprised at how nice his place is. It’s on the edge of town, a two bed/two bath, one-story house. I’m not sure what I expected. A bachelor pad, maybe? This definitely isn’t that. It’s manly, but also homey. Comfortable. Filled with solid oak furniture and dark brown leather.

I spin around and survey the open floor plan. The living room opens to the kitchen, a granite island separating the spaces.

“Surprised?” Chase is standing in front of the fridge, popping the top off a beer.

“Yeah. This isn’t what I expected.” I look around. This feels like a home. How did he do this so fast? “Did you hire a decorator?”

He chokes on his beer, coughing and sputtering. My eyes narrow. “Uhh… kind of. Not really. My uh, my ex-girlfriend is an interior designer.”

Hello floor, meet my heart. Ex-girlfriend. I shouldn’t care. We’ve been apart for years. It’s unrealistic to think he wouldn’t have moved on in that time. But it still burns. As mad as I’ve been—as much as I thought I hated him, I was never able to give myself to another person that way. Hookups with no strings attached? Sure. But a relationship means there were feelings. Feelings that once only belonged to me. For the second time today, jealousy pricks at my insides.

I wonder how much of an “ex” she really is. He’s never mentioned her before, although I’m not sure when I would have given him the chance. But if she helped him design this place… he hasn’t been back that long.

“Oh.” Great job actin’ unaffected, Lee. “So she was down here with you and decorated? That was… nice of her.”

He shakes his head. “No, she just ordered the furniture. Helped out a bit. She didn’t spend much time here.” He gulps down another mouthful of beer.

“Was that the woman on the phone?” I blurt.

He cocks his head. “You’ll need to be more specific.”

“That night—the night you came and helped me with Daddy. There was a woman’s voice in the background.”

“There was,” he agrees.

“Was that her?” I’m acting crazy, and I know it. I have no right to ask him these things.

“Would it bother you if it was?”

“Yes. No… maybe? I don’t know, Chase. It shouldn’t bother me ‘cause you weren’t mine. But I won’t lie and say it doesn’t sting.”

He walks around the counter and cups my face in his hands. His eye

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