Page 35 of Chill’s Chance

I small cough draws our attention to Alberto. I had forgotten about him.

“Could you give me a ride to the casino?” He asks.

I glance at Chill, who nods. “You bet.” I say.

Once at the casino, Chill takes a few minutes to talk to Alberto in private before walking with him to the front desk. Once she has him settled, we head to the valet station.

“I take it Alberto is no longer a threat?” I ask her, then realize that I might not be privy to that information. “If you can’t tell me, that’s fine. I shouldn’t have asked.”

She shrugs. “I can’t tell you everything, but Puma and I talked with him. Gave him some information he lacked along with the proof he can take to his boss. He swears to tell his boss everything we told him.”

I nod, good enough.

When the attendant sees her coming, he winces. She chews him out about letting someone take a car under his care but ends the lecture with a small approval. “I appreciate your hiding Claudia’s purse, but you would do better if you paid attention to her. You could have helped her instead of her having to help herself to the Porche.” Chill chides him and he blushes.

“I’m sorry Chill. It won’t happen again. I promise. I felt like something wasn’t right, but I ignored my gut.” He tells her. “It’s not an excuse. Just a promise that I won’t fuck up again.”

She nods. “Never, and I mean never, ignore your gut.” She advises him. “If something feels off, then pay attention to that feeling. If in doubt, reach out to me or any of the club members.”

He nods. “So, you’re not firing me?” He reluctantly asks.

She smirks and shakes her head. “I’m not firing you. I’m pretty certain you’ll be guarding these keys like they’re your first born from now on.” She chuckles when he bobs his head so quickly, his hair flies into his eyes.

She grabs Claudia’s purse and opens it to retrieve the phone inside. Verifying it’s off, she sticks it into her pocket and throws the purse strap over her shoulder. “I haven’t carried a purse since I was in high school.” Chill says as we reenter the casino. When we reach her office, I take a seat on her the couch while she fiddles with her computer. I’m running my hand over the back of the couch, remembering her hot little body draped over it while I buried myself inside her for the first time in years. I glance over to see her smirking at me.

“What? Just reminiscing.” I tell her with a grin.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: CHILL

I can’t help but smile at the loopy expression on Hunter’s face as he thinks about our earlier sexy escapades. But when he turns lustful eyes in my direction, my core clenches with need.

I send the last video clip off to Spark. He could have logged in and captured images of all the men who could have been following Claudia, but he has his hands full with everything else. Besides, I like the woman and want to do my bit to help find and likely end the asshole who dared scare her. Especially if it is the same asshole who killed Hunter’s wife.

Standing, I glide over to Hunter, pushing his legs apart so I can stand between them. I place my hands on the couch and on each side of his head, leaning down to capture his mouth with mine. I groan when he slides his hands up my thighs to cup my ass.

“Want a replay?” I whisper to him.

“Fuck, yeah.” He replies, nibbling on my chin. “And I have some ideas on how to make it even better.”

“I don’t know.” I reply, angling my neck to give him better access. “That was pretty spectacular.”

“Is that a challenge?” Hunter asks, lifting and flipping me so I’m flat on my back and under him. Before I can respond, he captures my mouth, invading with his tongue. The kiss is punishing and claiming and so fucking hot, I think I could cum on this kiss alone. I yank his shirt up, so I can run my hand over his hard muscles and warm skin. When he finally releases me, I’m panting.

Before he can shift his mouth to my neck, I rip his shirt up over his head so I can swipe my tongue over his nipple. His shudder has me grinning and wanting more. I suck his nipple into my mouth and scrape it with my teeth. He groans, shifting to give me his other nipple. I give it the same treatment and am rewarded with his hard cock pressing into my thigh. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

I know Hunter feels the same when my shirt flies off, followed by my bra. I run my fingers through Hunter’s hair as he worships my breasts. Licks, kisses, bites, and tugs have my nipples hard as pebbles and my core gushing with need. When he shifts his attention to that spot just below my ear, I shift my lips to his and whisper. “Clothes off now.” I order before giving his earlobe a tug with my teeth.

“Fuck.” He groans, before shifting off me. As I unbuckle my jeans, he removes my boots so he can slide my jeans off. When he reaches for my underwear, I slap his hand away.

“I’ll do it. If you do it, I won’t see them again, and I hate going commando in jeans.” I protest, slipping my underwear off and tossing it away from his greedy hands.

He chuckles as he unzips his own pants while prying off his boots. “Fine, but you owe me a pair of wet panties.” He tells me, clarifying when he sees my smirk. “Ones worn by you and wet by your pussy.” He clarifies.

As I pull him back on top of me, I smiled at him. “I’m wet now. What are you going to do about it?” I ask him before attacking his mouth. When he slides his rock hard cock against my folds, I groan into his mouth. I shift to impale myself on his dick, but he shifts away. “Behave.” He growls.

I bite down hard on his lower lip until I taste blood. “Make me.” I snarl.

I squeal when he lifts me up so he can sit on the couch, struggling when I find myself over his knee. “Don’t you dare.” I call out just as he lands a hard smack on my ass. Hissing at the bite of pain. I try pushing up, but he simply traps my legs between his, which gives him better access to my ass. Several hard smacks land, the pain causing my pussy to pulse. When I move my hand from the floor to my pussy, Hunter grabs it, locking it against my back.

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