Page 65 of Lost Without You (Chasing Olivia 2)

“Tomorrow. I have to work on Monday. This is just an I’m-going-to-miss-you trip.”

“That’s right. When is he leaving?”

“The twenty-second.”

“That’s Saturday, right?”

“Yup. You might see me Saturday night.”

“I’ll schedule myself in the morning. We can go for drinks and commiserate together.” She sounds miserable. She needs to get a long-term man, and quick.

“Perfect. I haven’t been down to Anthony’s in a while anyway.”

“Cool. Listen, I’ve gotta go. I’m in the middle of inventory.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Brenda hangs up just as Chase appears from the bathroom with a tiny hotel towel wrapped around his waist. It barely covers his ass. I can’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“That towel’s a bit short,” I quip, still laughing. Narrowing his eyes, he drops the towel. Now, I’m no longer laughing, but staring at his magnificent body.

“What towel?” he asks, deadpan. Stalking over to me, Chase’s eyes blaze. Taking my hands, he pins them behind my back. “I don’t see a towel, do you?” he breathes.

“No . . . no towel,” I sputter as his erection digs into my stomach.

“Are you going to give me a reason to shower again?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine. He has me so turned on, I would say yes to anything, but I have other plans.

“No.”

“No?”

I lean in and bite his lower lip. “No.” He releases me, not realizing my intentions. As soon as I’m free, I drop to my knees and grab his cock. Before he can flinch, it’s past my lips and I’m sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, spreading his feet apart for leverage. Grabbing on to the back of his legs, I continue to push him further into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his massive length. I look up and focus on Chase’s expressions, suppressing my need to gag. Just seeing him in my sexual thrall spurs me on, and I continue to suck hard. Placing his hands on the sides of my head, he begins to thrust his hips faster. His breaths come out in hisses, his teeth clenched.

“That’s it, baby. Shit, you’re amazing,” he groans as he flexes his hips, his cock thickening. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he pants, and I suck harder. His hands grip my head and a groan tears from his throat as he comes violently into my mouth.

As Chase tries to calm his labored breathing, I peek up at him, smiling. “So, do you need a shower?” I giggle.

“You are the most amazing woman I have ever met,” he pants, his lips quirking up into a smile. He hooks his hands underneath my arms and lifts me, pulling me close. “As far as the shower,” he chuckles, “I better not, or we’ll never leave.” Releasing me, he swats me on the ass. “Go shower. We’ll have breakfast downstairs on the terrace.”

“Where are we going?” I ask Chase as I follow him through the lobby.

“Places. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Chase takes my hand as we exit the hotel and proceed on foot. I’m glad I wore comfortable shoes.

“So, you’re not going to tell me?”

“Nope, since I’m not sure. This part I’m totally winging. Later, though, I’ve made arrangements,” he says, grinning.

We walk down the brick path along the waterfront, similar to the way we came back last night, only this time, I get to enjoy the view. “This is spectacular,” I murmur, looking out over the harbor. The surface had barely a ripple and the sunlight reflected off the water into a mosaic of colors. Sailboats danced across the glass, barely skimming the surface.

“I can think of better views,” he says with a wink.

“Stop it,” I say, blushing. “Really, this is so pretty. Did you spend much time here while you were at Harvard?”

“Not really. Although, later we can visit a few places me and the guys used to haunt.”

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