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so," he breathed in her ear, then moved his mouth to the side of her neck, his lips grazing down it to her shoulder that her cover-up left exposed.
"Oh, God," she murmured, pressing her hands behind her to the wall, her back arching against it, her breasts pressing into his hard chest. Oh, man, she really wanted him.
Christ . He was supposed to be playing a game here, but all Chase wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder, take her back to his apartment and fuck her. Now. Especially when she was pushing her breasts against him like she was doing now. God, she made him so hot for her.
“And what else does he do to you?” he whispered , moving back up, pressing his nose to the space between her neck and shoulder, her scent invading his senses, driving him crazy, his tongue tasting her soft skin.
“He, uh… he…” She was tota lly lost to him. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders then around to wrap in the hair on his neck, but she hesitated and stopped, her head bowing as she took a shuddering breath.
Aware of her hesitation and knowing that she’d probably come to her senses, which was likely for the best, with regret Chase reverted back to his original plan, and with a soft kiss to her neck, he pulled back to look down at her, false amusement in his eyes and said, "Well, baby, you go enjoy Chuckles, and I'll see you bright and early Monday morning." He dotted her nose with his finger, walking away from her with a forced chuckle and headed toward the men's room.
Julia stood there dumbfounded, her breath still coming hard. Ugh! He’d bested her again! She was going to kill him. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh, he was so going to pay for this.
Chase shook his head as he pushed on the bathroom door. Score one for him. He guessed.
****
Julia was fuming. She'd promised herself a little over twenty-four hours before that she was going to be in control of this stupid game, this mindfuck, this idiotic sexual tug-of-war she and Chase had going, and yet he'd totally checkmated her. Bastard.
Well, she was going to take the power back. Now.
After their little make-out session, Chase had gone into the men's room all smug and arrogant, but she was going to burst his egotistical bubble as soon as he emerged, so she stayed right where he'd left her, waiting to knock him off his self-assembled pedestal.
But as she saw him exit the restroom, she was struck again by how good-looking he was—long, muscular legs that stalked toward her, narrow hips with low-slung jeans encasing them, his tight, dark blue t-shirt clinging to his sculpted chest; her eyes continued roaming over him, focusing on how his hips V’d up into that wide, hard chest. Jeez, top it all off with his handsome face and that damn stubble covering his strong jaw, and her tongue was practically dragging the ground.
Being ga-ga over him wasn’t in the plans at all, damn it. So she shoved her attraction aside and got her second wind, ready to rip into him.
Chase smirked, surprised to see her waiting for him, but glad that she hadn’t left. He thought surely she'd stomped off, pissed at him for being such a jerk to her. But there she stood ready for round two, he supposed.
"You think you're pretty fuc king smart, don't you?" she bit out as he walked toward her, his smug look making her pulse quicken in anger. Or was it anticipation of being near him? Ugh. And that thought seriously annoyed her.
His smirk turned t o a crooked grin as he chuckled at her use of foul language. "Oh, I wouldn't go that far. My intelligence hasn't even been challenged yet."
"Let me ask you. Were you born an asshole or was it something that developed with time?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
He leaned into her putting both his hands on the wall on either side, effectively holding her hostage again. Oh, no, that wasn't happening again, so Julia turned the tables, easily slipping under his arm and he had no choice but to flip around to watch as she practically
"Oh, God," she murmured, pressing her hands behind her to the wall, her back arching against it, her breasts pressing into his hard chest. Oh, man, she really wanted him.
Christ . He was supposed to be playing a game here, but all Chase wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder, take her back to his apartment and fuck her. Now. Especially when she was pushing her breasts against him like she was doing now. God, she made him so hot for her.
“And what else does he do to you?” he whispered , moving back up, pressing his nose to the space between her neck and shoulder, her scent invading his senses, driving him crazy, his tongue tasting her soft skin.
“He, uh… he…” She was tota lly lost to him. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders then around to wrap in the hair on his neck, but she hesitated and stopped, her head bowing as she took a shuddering breath.
Aware of her hesitation and knowing that she’d probably come to her senses, which was likely for the best, with regret Chase reverted back to his original plan, and with a soft kiss to her neck, he pulled back to look down at her, false amusement in his eyes and said, "Well, baby, you go enjoy Chuckles, and I'll see you bright and early Monday morning." He dotted her nose with his finger, walking away from her with a forced chuckle and headed toward the men's room.
Julia stood there dumbfounded, her breath still coming hard. Ugh! He’d bested her again! She was going to kill him. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh, he was so going to pay for this.
Chase shook his head as he pushed on the bathroom door. Score one for him. He guessed.
****
Julia was fuming. She'd promised herself a little over twenty-four hours before that she was going to be in control of this stupid game, this mindfuck, this idiotic sexual tug-of-war she and Chase had going, and yet he'd totally checkmated her. Bastard.
Well, she was going to take the power back. Now.
After their little make-out session, Chase had gone into the men's room all smug and arrogant, but she was going to burst his egotistical bubble as soon as he emerged, so she stayed right where he'd left her, waiting to knock him off his self-assembled pedestal.
But as she saw him exit the restroom, she was struck again by how good-looking he was—long, muscular legs that stalked toward her, narrow hips with low-slung jeans encasing them, his tight, dark blue t-shirt clinging to his sculpted chest; her eyes continued roaming over him, focusing on how his hips V’d up into that wide, hard chest. Jeez, top it all off with his handsome face and that damn stubble covering his strong jaw, and her tongue was practically dragging the ground.
Being ga-ga over him wasn’t in the plans at all, damn it. So she shoved her attraction aside and got her second wind, ready to rip into him.
Chase smirked, surprised to see her waiting for him, but glad that she hadn’t left. He thought surely she'd stomped off, pissed at him for being such a jerk to her. But there she stood ready for round two, he supposed.
"You think you're pretty fuc king smart, don't you?" she bit out as he walked toward her, his smug look making her pulse quicken in anger. Or was it anticipation of being near him? Ugh. And that thought seriously annoyed her.
His smirk turned t o a crooked grin as he chuckled at her use of foul language. "Oh, I wouldn't go that far. My intelligence hasn't even been challenged yet."
"Let me ask you. Were you born an asshole or was it something that developed with time?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
He leaned into her putting both his hands on the wall on either side, effectively holding her hostage again. Oh, no, that wasn't happening again, so Julia turned the tables, easily slipping under his arm and he had no choice but to flip around to watch as she practically
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