Page 70 of Drawn to You (Chasing Olivia 1)

Back in the car, we head downtown toward the realtor’s office to drop off the lease. He read it over for me to make sure everything was correct. Once the lease is dropped off, I will officially be a Manhattan resident.

The office is a block from where Chase, and now I, live. He pulls the car into the parking garage and hands the keys over to the valet. We walk around the corner to the realtor’s office. I have a bank check written for the deposit and partial first month’s rent. I hand the check to Chase, who hands both the check and the lease over to Madelyn’s secretary. She hand’s Chase my keys. We thank her and leave.

“I need to go back to the car for a minute,” Chase says as he heads in the opposite direction of our respective apartments. I stand and wait. He appears a few minutes later with my painting. “I thought we could bring this inside so it stays safe.”

“Good idea.”

We stroll to the front of my new building. The doorman, not knowing who I am yet, asks for identification. Once he sees my copy of the lease and my ID, he welcomes us to the Exchange and holds the door open for us. I feel safe already! We walk into my building and head over to the penthouse elevator. It takes a special key, like one used to enter a hotel room. I haven’t been here since Madelyn showed us the penthouse. It’s so surreal. The elevator whooshes us up to the top floor. The doors open, and we make our way in to my new apartment.

The first thing I see are two dozen red roses in a gorgeous crystal vase perched on the kitchen island. I turn to see Chase all smiles. Sneaky bastard.

Before I can ask how he got them here, he is answering my unspoken question. “I had Madelyn bring these over. I wanted you to see something beautiful when you walked in, and I couldn’t get her to bring over a full sized mirror.” He’s looking at me in that sexy way that makes me want to tear his clothes off.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.”

He pulls me in toward him.

“You are the most beautiful thing in this apartment,” he says, gazing down at me. He rubs his nose on mine and kisses my lips. He nudges my head to one side and trails kisses from behind my ear down to the nape of my neck. The sensation gives me goose bumps all up and down my arms, making me shiver. His lips make their way back up to my ear. “Let’s christen the apartment.” He grabs the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head. I step out of my flip-flops as he walks me backward through the kitchen and down the hallway into the master bedroom. It’s the only room that has a rug.

Moving suddenly, he grabs me by the waist and dips me low to the ground so I’m hovering just over the floor. Chase lays me down and stands over me. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it on the floor. He unbuttons his pants and takes them and his boxer briefs off in one swift move, tossing them within arm’s reach. I unbutton my jeans, and he pulls them off from the bottom hem. I am left wearing a black lace bra and matching panties. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls low in his throat. Fuck, that’s so hot.

Without taking his eyes off me, he kisses me with ardor. He bites down on my lower lip and tugs. I’m moaning with anticipation. His deft fingers circle my nipple through the lace from my bra. My nipples harden from his touch. His middle finger traces the outside fabric of my bra and slides it down. Now that my breasts are free, the underwire and cup force them upward giving him easy access. He starts to suckle first one and then the other, twisting and pulling, showing no mercy. I can feel it all the way in my groin, and it is amazing. I arch my back, groaning with pleasure, rubbing against him for much needed friction. I can feel him smiling against my skin. “Patience, baby. Let me worship you.” The sensation is driving me insane. I don’t want to be patient. I want his cock inside me right now.

I grab his head pulling him down to me and kiss him. A passionate needy kiss with our tongues finding each other. I hold his head, one hand on either side. He breaks loose, staring down at me. He sits up, grabbing my panties, practically ripping them off. Reaching over to his pants, he grabs a condom and rolls it on without missing a beat.

He kisses my inner thighs then up toward my breasts. His tongue circles my navel, nipping and sucking from hipbone to hipbone.

“Your skin is so soft,” he praises in between kisses. I am writhing with need. I think he’s heading back north, but instead surprises me by heading south. He places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs apart, his head instantly disappearing. Without warning, his expert tongue is circling my clit, causing me to bow off the floor. He presses down on my thighs to keep me still. I am moaning and groaning with pleasure. My legs starting to twitch. He senses that I’m close and starts sucking and nipping. My fingers pull at Chase’s hair, my head thrown back. I pant trying to catch my breath, but it’s of no use. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me, and it’s my undoing. My legs go rigid, and I climax, screaming his name.

Before I come down from my orgasm, Chase slams into me. “Fuck, Olivia. You feel so good,” he hisses. Thrusting into me with slow hard strokes, I can feel that sensation starting to build again. My legs start to twitch again, and I’m getting lost. His head is close to my ear; I can hear him groaning. He bites down on my earlobe causing me to whimper.

Abruptly, he sits up, still inside of me, and grabs my legs. He places them on either side of his head on his shoulders. He eases himself out and slams back in, picking up speed as he goes. It’s so deep this way. Holding on to my legs, he slams into me. He wastes no time establishing a steady rhythm. I moan from the exquisite feeling. I can feel myself start to quiver, as does he. I can see the strain and pleasure etched in his forehead. He shifts to one side and that sends me over the edge. I come for a second time, Chase following with two sharp thrusts and then freezes, calling out my name as he finds his release. He places my legs back on the floor and collapses on top of me.

We both lay on the floor breathless, panting from our exertions. He gazes down at me while trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he manages to sputter out. I agree, it was. “We need to get a bed in here, ASAP.”

“My mom ordered a bed. I need to give them a time to deliver it.”

“That’s good. Not that I mind the floor.”

“I don’t mind the floor,” I say feeling mischievous. His lips quirk up into a smile. Bending down, he bites my lower lip.

“I can’t wait until your furniture arrives. Then, I want to christen every. Single. Piece.” Chase’s voice is tight and raspy. “But right now, I’ll settle for the floor.” Chase leans down to kiss my swollen lips, and I know this is the beginning of round two.

The bed and the rest of the furniture are scheduled to arrive on Wednesday. I can’t believe that he was able to use his connections to have my furniture brought over so soon. It turns out that a container of French furniture had come over the week prior, and there were many pieces still available.

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bsp; I’m not able to take the day off; I need to be at a location. Chase is leaving his office early to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.

Tuesday evening, I make sure I have all of my belongings packed up in the car, including the ten boxes at the bottom of the stairs. I don’t want to have to make the commute any more than I have to. I double check the house twice, making sure I’m not forgetting anything. The only things that I leave behind are my toiletries and makeup. I’ll shove them in an overnight bag after I use them tomorrow morning.

On Wednesday, two days after the apartment was officially mine, my mom is up before I am. She’s sitting in the kitchen when I come down for my morning coffee. She looks sad. I know it’s because I’m moving out today.

“Morning, Mom,” I say brightly. I grab a thermos cup and place it under the Keurig. I need to make sure my apartment has one of these.

“Morning, Liv.” She is dreary.

“Mom, I promise I’ll visit. Please don’t be sad.”

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