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“Oh ye—” He slipped
another finger into her, and she lost the ability to speak. Her body ignited,
imagining all the ways he could cure her. God she needed this… It had been so
long since a man had touched her.

Dropping a trail
of kisses along her flesh, his hot breath seared up to her ear. “I could
completely soothe you, right here.” He pushed two thick fingers deeper into
her. “Would you like that? All of me? Every last inch deep inside of you?” He
thrust harder. Propelling his strong fingers even deeper, he licked the arc of
her earlobe, and whispered, “Huh, sweetness?”

Sweetness?
Hot damn!
Sweetness was what she felt, all right, all the way
to her toes. Hot and sticky, she was melting from the inside out. His husky
voice coupled with his probing touch threatened to make Jessina explode. Trying
to get closer to him, she flipped her leg up and around his waist.

“Fuck, yeah.” Chase
sank down onto the bed and yanked her onto his lap. “Get that sexy body up on
me.” He grunted. Grabbing a fistful of her naked ass cheek with his other hand,
he pulled her closer. “You’re hot, Jess. So fucking hot.” With his hand still
wedged between her thighs, his thumb repeatedly hit the same spot on her clit. “You
want it, don’t you? Want me deep inside of you. Say it.”

“Yes. Oh God! I
want it,” she whimpered, unable to hold back the truth, ready to tell the cocky
Mr. Lennox whatever he wanted to hear. Anything, so he would continue to touch
her.

 “I can feel how
bad you want it. You’re pussy is so wet around the two fingers I have pushed up
inside of you.”

Shit!
I-I can’t take this.
His words alone almost made her come
undone, and her climax was building way too quick. “Oh no!” She clenched to his
shoulders as her insides squeezed tight. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to
cum,” she expelled in a harsh breath. She needed to prepare him. Hell, she
needed to prepare herself. It’d been months since she’d felt this, and her body
was about to go into an orgasmic meltdown just from the touch of his fingers,
the feel of his mouth on her skin, and the sound of his husky voice.

“Sweetheart…” He
brushed a hand over her hair before grasping another wad of strands and giving it
a light tug. He looked deeply into her eyes. “I know you are.” He kissed her
hard. “That hot little pussy of yours, it’s so tight. I can feel your pulse, but
I can also feel you fighting it,” he said, trailing kisses from her mouth to throat.
Her hips gyrated, meeting his hand. The thrust of his fingers quickened. “Are
you waiting for me to kiss you?”

“Yes. Yes, kiss
me.” That’s what she needed to finish. She tried to dip down to his delicious mouth,
but he held her back by the hair.

“No. Not there.”
His eyes dropped to between her legs just as his thumb slipped lightly over the
hood of her clit. “Here,” he petted. “You want my mouth here, kissing you,
licking you, sucking your sweet juices from you right here, Jessina?”

“Oh God!” Her
head fell back as she let out a cry. She dug her nails into his strong shoulder
blade. The image of his words, the heady tone of his voice, and the way he’d
said her name had stolen the last of her control.

“I bet you taste
so fucking good.” He tugged her hair harder, bringing her to his mouth for a
kiss.

She bucked, cavorting
with his aggressive tongue and grinding against his gifted touch. Harder and faster,
he matched her wild movements. Every ounce of him shot between her legs. But only
his talented fingers and teasing thumb touched her there. And his touch was
amazing. Her insides clenched around his taking fingers, and her clitoris peaked
against his thumb.

His eyes
darkened as he broke from her mouth. “Yes, that’s it. No more fighting. Fuck
those fingers with that hot little pussy. You fuck them real good, just like you’d
fuck me.”

“Oh God!” she
screamed, it was the only words she could get out.

“Yeah, there you
go. Just let it go. Cum for me, baby. Do it. Give me all that sweet cum,” he
grunted against her lips, petting and pulling her hair, finger-fucking her so
hard, so good.  

Her body refused
to deny it any longer. She needed to do as he demanded. She needed to let go.
Hot liquid spilled from her body with her much needed release.

She let out a
scream, and Chase was right there to drink those cries from her mouth too.

 

Chapter
Seven

 

Holding the tie, Chase
slipped the wide end down through the knot, centered, then tightened. What he
really needed to tighten was his control, for he’d lost it momentarily at the
sound of Jess’s cries, the light, musky smell of her sex, and the abandoned
look in her eyes just as she surrendered to him.

He knew better than to mix business with pleasure. He’d done
it once before, and had almost lost everything. But Chase tried to convince
himself this time he could handle it. He could handle her.

But when he caught the
desire in her eyes, he had to sedate it. And, yes, the situation had gotten
away from him. The second she let out that bittersweet cry, he had to finish
her.

Hey! Who the hell was
he to deny Little Miss Wholesome what she obviously needed?

Besides, he hadn’t touched a woman in months, not one since
he’d met Jessina and fucked up everything with Caplin. A small part of him
secretly blamed her for that day, for he’d caught that same starved look in her
eyes on the trolley. And it had messed him up. He’d chased it, chased her, and
accused her of stealing from him. She may not have taken his luggage that day,
but she’d certainly stolen something from him. And he’d been missing it ever
since. She’d fucked-up his sensible brain, and his boorish reaction to it had
caused the poor girl to drop her late aunt’s ashes on the ground.

God. Had I known that,
I would have…
Who was he kidding? He was an asshole
and it wouldn’t have changed anything. The girl had just finished telling him
about her sordid childhood, and not five minutes later, he was all up in her
protected space.

Much as he
tried, he couldn’t help himself. Since he’d first set eyes on her, all he could
think about was what it would feel like to fill that salacious need lurking in
those amber eyes. That tantalizing thought had lingered in his mind even while
Caplin had chastised him for being late to their meeting six months earlier. Chase
had sworn off women because of her, determined to keep his head straight so he
could try to fix things with Caplin. He had to do that for Dylan. Caplin was
the best. And it was who Dylan had wanted for the job. Still, Chase wasn’t
exactly sure why. But really, what the hell did he know about horses anyway?  

Dylan had been the
thrill-seeker, while Chase was the ladies’ man. Dylan stuck to sporty things.
Whether the excitement was up in the sky or fast and furious on the ground. His
brother was always right in the thick of it. There was good reason why the ski
path was called Death’s Trail, for it had taken the life of his only sibling.

One thing was for sure, Dylan was disciplined enough to run
the business while Chase wasn’t. After Chase had finished college, and before
joining the military, he’d worked for his father for a few months. And he’d
fucked up.

But following a few
tours, his father ordered Chase to come back home. Dylan needed help running
the company. His father apparently was going through a belated midlife crisis.
Shortly after Chase’s return, he’d decided to take off to travel the world with
his twenty-something mistress, leaving the company in the capable hands of his
boys. He’d made an appearance for Dylan’s funeral but last Chase had heard his
father was in Rome.

Now Chase, the
not-so-disciplined Lennox, was solely responsible for the multimillion-dollar
company, and he knew that messing with Jessina Landi was like playing with
fire. She was the key to getting Caplin in his pocket. But Chase’s youthful demons
that lack of discipline was threatening his chances of securing the deal.

Caplin was a
family man, a no-nonsense kind of guy. He had called Chase out on his
scandalous, skirt-chasing reputation. He’d scolded him for his tardiness, for
looking like he’d been up all night and in some bar fight. He reprimanded him like
a father would a son. Because Chase loved Dylan so much, he had allowed the
elder man whom his brother held the utmost respect for reprimand him. While
Chase would never admit it, he was thankful for the second chance the old man
was giving him, thankful for a chance to prove him wrong.

Just as he had
with his own father, he would show Caplin just how serious and committed he
was. And Jess was the perfect accompaniment for the committed part. Her homegrown
sweetness would impress the hell out of Caplin. The problem was, Chase was
fucking it up, or at least his hungry cock was. The damn thing had a mind of
its own. It wanted Jessina Landi. It wanted her bad, and it wanted her all the
damn time. It wanted to get into her, probe around, and see what havoc it could
wreak. Chase knew he should just let her go, that he should just sign those
godforsaken papers and send her merrily on her way. Then go after Caplin from a
different angle. If he hadn’t touched Jess, he might have been able to do that.
But now that he’d had a taste, he wanted more. And when Chase Lennox wanted
something, he wouldn’t stop until he had it. That left him no choice. The way
he saw it, he’d just have to go after both of them, Caplin and Jess.

He tucked his
shirt into the waist of his pants and walked out of the bathroom. Jess was sitting
up in the bed where he’d left her. Hair messed up, face flushed, and lips full
and swollen, she looked bashful and fierce all at the same time. He dropped a
finger gently upon her cheek.
Yep. I’m playin’ with fire here.

He stroked her
soft, rosy skin. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He leaned down and, before she could
respond or protest, he stole a kiss. He pulled back but kept his eyes locked on
hers. He wanted to strip off the constricting clothes he’d just put on, crawl
onto the bed, spread her legs, and nuzzle his face into her soft, wet folds, to
inhale that light, musky scent. Sample her pussy to see if it indeed tasted as
sweet or sweeter than her soft skin.

His tie suddenly
felt as if it was strangling him, harassing his resilient control. Chase did
the safer thing and ran a finger across her plump bottom lip. “I’ve gotta go
down to the office to meet a client. I can’t get out of it. The guy flew in all
the way from Ohio.” He pushed a few fallen strands back from her face before he
stood. “Katie, my assistant, will bring some clothes up for you and stay with
you until I—”

“No! I don’t
know who you think you are, but I am not going to—”

He’d expected the
reaction, which was why he’d gone in for the kiss prior to breaking the news to
her. “Yes you are,” he interrupted, raising his voice, trying to drown out any attempt
of further objections.

“No!” She got
even louder. “I will not! I’m sure babysitting your fake wife isn’t in your assistant’s
job description, and—”

“Actually, it
is. When I hired her, I explained to Katie that I am a very busy man. I told
her she’d be doing anything from running for coffee to running corporate
meetings. She’ll gladly look after you, no questions asked. Besides, I can’t
leave you alone yet. Doctor’s orders.”

She snorted. “She’d
be doing anything, huh? I can only imagine what other services your assistance
does for you,” she said under her breath as she sat up on the edge of the bed.

He snatched her
by the chin, forcing her to look his way, and two little golden daggers stabbed
up at him. “Like I told you before, I don’t need to pay for sex—not in any way,
shape, or form, even if it’s only to give a woman a few minutes of pleasure.
Surely, you can agree with me on that, can’t you?” He smiled, rolling his eyes
down her body, the hot little vessel still glowing from the recent orgasm he’d just
given it.

She glared at
him but held her tongue, powerless to dispute the truth.

“That’s what I
thought. Now, Katie’s a decent girl and an excellent assistant. While I’m gone,
I want you to be nice to her.”

Her eyes
slanted, the daggers lowering in defeat. “Yes, sir,” she hissed, ending with a
snarky smirk.

His fingers
tightened on her chin. “It’s not ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Lennox,’ and when my hands are
between your legs, it’s not ‘Oh God’ either, though I must admit I’m a bit
flattered by the comparison. It’s ‘Chase,’ Jess. My name is Chase, and the next
time you address me, you had better use it. If you don’t, I swear, I’ll bend
you over my knee and give that hurt between your legs a real good reason to
ache.” He kissed her, but this time he didn’t steal it. This time, he punished
her with it. First, he pressed hard, and then he suckled her top lip. He nibbled
on the bottom one. And after a few thrusts of his tongue into her sweet-tasting
mouth, he finally finished with another harsh press against her pliable mouth.

She moaned, her
eyes hooded, and she licked her lips when he swayed back a little.

“Got me?”

Her eyes
fluttered open. “Yes…Chase.” Her warm breath tingled over his lingering mouth.

His cock
stiffened.
Good girl.

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