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Linley dipped her head so that
she could watch him from beneath her body. She spied him flip so that he
reclined on his back with her pussy positioned over his open mouth.

“Come on, love.” He guided her
lower as he encouraged her. “Feed me the taste of you.”

She squealed when her engorged
tissue alighted on his mouth. Empowered, she drew on her experience as a leader
in the business realm to inform her less-used inner vixen.

The power of his incredible
finesse tempted her to shift until his attention maximized her pleasure. Before
long, she rode his face with unabashed abandon.

His grunts and enthusiastic
licking communicated his approval loud and clear.

So she gave him more of herself.
Grinding onto his jaw, she felt the nudge of his nose on her clit along with
the slide of his tongue across the folds of her pussy.

When he probed her opening,
ringing the clenching portal with the tip of one long, thick finger, she rocked
backward. The attempt to embed him failed when he withdrew temporarily.

Chase proved how generous he was
being by permitting her the illusion of control. He lifted her several inches
with a firm clasp on her hips.

“Tell me what you need.” He
nipped her thigh. She wondered how slick the skin there was given his recent
foray. “I want to hear you beg, then scream as you come on my face.”

She shivered in his hold.

He kept whispering naughty
things to her, planting ideas in her lust-soaked mind. “And when you think you
can’t take any more,
that’s
when I’ll
fuck you, love.”

Then he dangled her just out of
his reach. She squirmed, attempting to reconnect with the wet velvet heat of
his mouth.

“Tell me.” He shook her just
enough to get her attention.

“Let me down. Please, I’d like
more of your mouth on me.” A flush burst over her chest, neck, and cheeks.

Chase’s chuckle was strained
with desire. “So polite, love. I’d like that too.”

“Then quit teasing me, damn it.
Lick me. Suck me. Bury your fingers inside me.” Dirty talk burst from her with
surprising ease when she was properly motivated.

“That’s more like it.” On a
groan, he smothered himself with her passion.

Happy sighs floated from between
her parted lips when they reconnected. Quickly, they morphed into needy moans.

Linley reached behind her,
grabbing his hand, which splayed on her ass cheek. She squeezed, desperate to be
filled in conjunction with the havoc his lips, tongue, and even teeth wreaked
on her body.

Rapture built, tightening
everything inside her until she feared she might fracture if he didn’t relieve
some of the mounting tension.

Chase didn’t disappoint. At her
nonverbal plea, he scooted his hand lower and began to seek out her moist
center. When the tip of one finger sank inside an inch or two, she knew she
wouldn’t have long to enjoy the pleasure he imparted.

Soon she would implode.

“Please. Hurry, please.” Linley
dismissed the desperation in her entreaty. She didn’t think her current
vulnerability was a well-kept secret from either of them at this point.

His answering grunts as he
invaded the tight sheath of her constrictive muscle gave her some reassurance
she wasn’t alone in the storm of passion whipping around them, tossing her body
and emotions as if they were as insubstantial as a puff of cotton candy.

God knew this pleasure was sweet
enough.

Chase suckled on her clit while
another finger joined the first. This time he burrowed deeper, preparing her
for the eventual invasion of his cock.

That thought alone instigated a
clench. It rippled through her channel, hugging his embedded digits.

His hum of approval guaranteed
he realized the impact of his manipulation.

Linley writhed, rubbing the
aching peaks of her breasts on the smooth, heated surface of the silk sheets
below her. The potent mix of sounds, sensations, and the surreal victory of her
escapade, had her drunk on the man between her thighs and what they’d managed
to forge together.

Suddenly, the extent of her
selfishness shamed her. The desire to impart even a fraction of that bliss in
him spurred her to move. Or at least she attempted to dismount his busy mouth
to return the favor.

The resounding smack he blessed
her derrière with forced her closer instead of permitting her escape. Testing
him, she squirmed again with the same result. Only his spank came harder this
time.

Never could she have imagined
the ecstasy the rougher-than-she-was-used-to contact could deliver. The impact
of his strong palm infused her with additional heat that caused a meltdown in
her core.

“Chase!” An attempt to warn him
cut short when her entire being paused for several heartbeats as she hung
suspended. And then she crashed. Or flew.

Linley lost track of her
surroundings as she convulsed endlessly. Her fingers clenched in the sheets,
rending the material for all she knew—or cared—at the moment.

The relief overpowered her until
she collapsed bonelessly. Effortless laughter spilled from her lightened soul.

Chase wormed beside her so that
their eyes were even. He gathered her to his chest and brushed stray locks from
her face. “Well, that’s a reaction I’ve never gotten before.”

His adorable frown inspired her
to pepper his face with kisses. When she covered his mouth and sampled their
mingled flavor, she moaned.

Because, just like that, her
libido shifted into overdrive like this had been a decadent pit stop. Unused
for a while, parts of her begged for another go around on the Chase ride.

“Yeah?” He smiled as he toyed
with her fingers. “Again? So soon?”

“Uh huh.” More explanation
didn’t seem necessary.

“Still feeling adventurous?” He
grinned at her.

“Uh huh.” They both laughed at
her automatic reply. It was true.

“Good. Then I hope you don’t
mind this.” Clearly he had the upper hand, not having his brain fogged by
euphoria. The purpose of the lightning-fast move he made didn’t register at
first. Not until she realized she couldn’t move her hands to pet his ripped
chest and abdomen, which hovered in front of her face. By then he’d finished
securing her wrists with the length of silk he’d worn around his neck not too
long ago.

Linley had never been bound
before, but the thrill of knowing she relied on him to guide their exchange had
a trickle of arousal spilling down her thigh.

“You like that?” He smiled
gently as he rubbed his thumb over her cheek.

“Uh huh.” She winked.

“Brat.” Chase reached over her
once more to grab a condom from his pants. He tore the foil open carefully then
rolled the thin latex over his hard-on in a flash. “We’ll have to see what we
can do about that. You seemed to like my hand on your ass. It’s nice and pink.
Begging for more.”

He would know since he’d reset
her on her knees, supporting her with an arm around her waist as he parked
himself between her thighs. “I’m done waiting, Linley. I’m patient, but I’m not
a saint. This is what you want too, yes?”

“Yes!” She shouted when he
nudged her pussy with the tip of his cock.

And that was all the
encouragement it took.

Chase penetrated her, gliding
slowly and smoothly until he lodged within her. Then he worked his erection
through her rings of muscle, tunneling a bit deeper with every pass. It seemed
he’d grown since she’d spotted him last. The stretch of her pussy burned
slightly. Only for a minute.

When he settled into his rhythm,
she was sure it was her pace too. Never before had sex felt so perfect. In a
matter of minutes, he had stoked her desire to inferno levels once more. She
rested on her bound wrists, the tug of the tie only enhancing each of his
lunges forward.

And when he smacked her ass in
between two deep strokes within her, she knew she would come embarrassingly
fast. Again.

“Don’t wait on my account.” He
breathed hard between each word. “I’m with you, Linley. Any time. Every time, I
hope.”

The sweet promise…of
more
…collected all the glimmers of
pleasure he gifted her with into one ball of bliss. Light touches on her
shoulders and ass turned into something better when he dropped forward,
blanketing her back as his pelvis slapped into her thighs. He reached around,
one hand toying with her breasts while the other strummed her clit.

Unraveling in his arms, she was
grateful for his embrace and the bindings holding her together through the
monumental outpouring of their shared pleasure.

“Linley!” He grunted her name
over and over as he emptied himself within her, each jerk of his hips timed to
one of the answering wrings of her pussy around him. They came with wild
abandon, similar to everything they’d done that night and hopefully would do
many times more.

As the clenching of her pussy
faded, she tried to dismiss the similar pump of another muscle, one much
higher…in her chest.

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Chase Epilogue.

To his credit, Ryder didn’t
gloat. The wide span of his smile made his slightly crooked front teeth
visible. The imperfection endeared him to her. Whatever this man had achieved
in his life, he’d blazed the path to success himself.

The part of her that had clawed
its way to the top recognized its counterpart in him.

He draped his arm around her
waist and tugged her against his side. Heat poured off his rock-solid torso,
infusing her with warmth. Thank God the table prevented her from climbing into
his lap right then and there.

That would have been
embarrassing. Especially given the resigned shake of his head that Chase
surrendered when he detected her instant capitulation to Ryder’s allure.

“Sorry,” she murmured. Neither
of them deserved rejection. In five minutes they’d turned her on more than a
year of pointless dates. “It wasn’t any easy decision.”

“Not a big surprise. Everyone
loves to go wild their first time out of the gate.” Chase smiled at her,
sincere in his encouragement. “I don’t blame you in the least. Don’t be afraid.
Ryder will take good care of you, even if he is an ass. And when you’ve got the
initial rowdiness out of your system, you know where to find me.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” Ryder
chuckled. “It was good seeing you again.”

“You too.” Chase reached across
the table to shake Ryder’s outstretched hand. “We should grab a game again
sometime soon.”

“Definitely. Let me know when
you’re free and we’ll see what we can do.” The guys put her at ease with their
sportsmanship. Underground clearly excelled at weeding would-be jackasses from
their roster with extreme prejudice.

“It was lovely to meet you.”
Chase leaned across the small table and dusted a kiss over her temple before
slipping from the booth.

“Same goes.” She smiled as he
sauntered away. Before he’d even crossed to the wide doors on the other side of
the space, a leggy blonde had approached and fawned at his side.

“No worries. That bastard will
have plenty to distract him from his loss tonight.” Ryder rolled his eyes,
belying his tough-guy act. “The instant he sits at the piano in the library
with a tumbler of the expensive whiskey he prefers, women fall all over him.”

“Jealous?” She wondered.

“Hell no.” He snorted. “I’ve got
the sexiest lady here tonight. A new recruit at that. You know what they say…
You never forget your first. It’s considered a big honor to escort a newbie. So
thank you.”

Linley bit her lip. A little
worried, she’d rather skip to the meat of the matter than dance around what
she’d signed herself up for. If she waited too long, she might bail. “You’re
welcome. But would you mind if we don’t chitchat too much before we get
started?”

“Nothing to be nervous about,
wildcat.” Ryder turned her face toward him until she couldn’t avoid his stare.
“I’ve got you. I meant what I said before. I won’t let you bite off too much. I
may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I know this. If you’re scared or
not turned on, I’ll pull us back to somewhere safer. Softer. Promise.”

She nodded.

“But something tells me you’re
going to be pacing me, or maybe even keeping me on my toes. I’ll be racing
behind you once you really get started.” He growled as if he could sense the
fire lighting inside her.

The clash of their lips inspired
her to take more. With Ryder, she didn’t have to worry about propriety or being
subtle. He granted her freedom from the restrictions of her daily life and all
the bureaucratic bullshit she had to endure. No one had warned her about those
trappings when she’d been in business school. Thank God or she might never have
kept going.

Spearing her hands in his unruly
hair, she dug deeper.

“That’s right. You can get as
dirty as you want with me.” He nipped her bottom lip. “I’ll only like it more.”

Their tongues met and sparred.
Champagne combined with something suspiciously like chocolate, making her moan
at the taste. When they broke, she arched a brow at him. “You have a sweet
tooth?”

“I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
He grinned when she slugged his shoulder. “But yes, if you must know, dark
chocolate—preferably Belgian—is one of my many vices.”

“Show me some others?” She
nudged him toward the mouth of the booth.

“Of course.” He scooped her from
the bench seat and twirled her around enough to make her worried she flashed
her black lace thong at some of the other guests, who smiled at the spectacle
they made.

They marched down the hall, not
pausing to investigate the inviting spaces of Underground. Linley did find
herself distracted by the menagerie filling the black and white ballroom they
skipped through, causing them to slow.