Page 158 of Billion-Dollar Attitudes

Then, gripping my hips, he dropped down on me, and slid my wet walls open with his girth. Moans poured forth from my lips as my forehead fell to his shoulder, allowing the electricity of his touch to take me under.

Chase's breath hitched as his hips bottomed out against mine, his thickness growing inside me, filling me so incredibly full. Digging into my skin, his fingertips marked me as he threw back his head and squeezed his eyes shut — lost in ecstasy.

I lifted my head from his shoulder and found his gaze again. His eyes, half-hooded in pleasure, sparked a new need in my core that washed over me. Again, I was helpless with desire. I rolled my hips against him, watching his eyes glaze over as his hands moved me exactly how he wanted me, maximizing his pleasure and, in return, mine as well. As I panted, keeping time with his thrusts, his thumb parted my pussy lips and pressed against my swollen nub.

"Holy shit," I hissed.

"There it is," Chase growled.

I bucked harder against him. "Chase. Oh, God. Please."

"That's it, Meagan. Take what you want and own it."

I whimpered, "Oh, I'mmm..."

His thumb pressed against my clit harder now as I ground against him, feeling his cock pulsing against my walls. And just like that, my body exploded once again. "Chase!"

He grunted. "Shit, Meagan. Yes. Milk that dick. Fuck, Megs, I'm so close… so close! Yes, right there. Just— ugh."

Chase collapsed against me, panting for air as I felt him explode. Strings of arousal filled me to the brim before my crashing walls pushed him out. The evidence of our arousal fell against the sheets, marking the Tit for Tat with our scent. And as I breathed him in deeply, my face pressed into the crook of his neck, I felt him wrap his strong arms around me as we quaked with the aftershocks of our shared orgasms.

His gentle kiss on my forehead felt like a beautiful dream or one of the romantic fantasies I had concocted, pasting memories of us together in an erotic patchwork. I reminded myself this was real, and our bodies were perfectly in sync, our hearts pounding away in harmony with each other's panting. I could feel the warmth of his embrace, my skin tingling in the afterglow. His hands caressed my curves, and I snuggled up against him, as Chase pulled the sheet over us, yawning.

"So, who's tired now?" I quipped.

"See what you do to me!" Chase whispered into my hair, snuggling deeper into the sheets.

"Hey, I have to know. What made you hold back earlier? I mean, you never asked me anything about taking precautions before. Why this time?"

"I guess I just always trusted you, Megs. So, I figured you had that base covered," Chase said, suddenly serious.

"Well, did you just always trust every girl you slept with?"

"Oh, hell no! I took precautions into my own hands— mark my word. But you Megs? It's always been different with you. I've always —"

"Then why did you ask me this time?" I turned in his arms to face him, gazing into his eyes.

"Because we decided we were dating. Not just hooking up. So, I thought it was the responsible thing to do," Chase whispered, kissing me on the nose.

"Sooo, what if I'd gotten pregnant before? I mean, what if I wasn't taking something?"

"I don't know. I guess I never consciously thought about it…. Maybe subconsciously…"

Chase's words were slurring together, and then his light snoring was music to my ears. I blew out the candle, carefully pulled the comforter up over us, and snuggled deeper inside the crook of his arm.

Even with my eyes closed, I suddenly noticed a beam of light streaming through the window. When I opened them wide I could tell it was from a flashlight. A second later, Chase's phone alarm sent a loud screech echoing through the room, and someone was running across the upper deck.

"Chase! Meagan! Where are you? Hurry, get off the boat.... now!"

Something snapped in my brain, and suddenly, darkness surrounded me in the trunk of a car. My body ached from my injuries, and fear coursed through me as rhythmic thumping tires drowned out the kidnapper's loud music. "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed silently.

Sinking to the floor of the cabin, I covered my face with my hands. Then I heard someone call Chase's name and felt my heart swell. Recognizing the voice, I quickly realized it was Bruce, one of Chase's bodyguards. "You and Meagan need to move fast," he said sternly. "Come with me!"

"Meg's!" Chase screamed, frantically searching for me.

"I'm here," I whimpered.

"Jesus!"

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