complaint?"
"He has way too much sex. Like, sex with people he only looked at two seconds before. And there's never any mention of condoms, and he never seems to worry about getting someone pregnant or-- or worse. You'd think a scientist of all people would be the first person to consider those possibilities." I feel my face turning red, because of course I’m not talking about Bryce. I’m talking about Chase.
Chase is studying my face with a look of faint amusement on his face, like he wore for a few seconds while Luna and I debated over cliche endings. "He's selfish as fuck, that's for sure."
"Does he?" I prop myself up with my elbow. "Ever think about sexually-transmitted... stuff?"
Chase nods. "I'm sure," he says, "that as a chemist, with all the pussy he gets, he is on top of his sexual health."
"I'm sure."
"And I'm sure that the next lady he keeps company with has nothing to worry about."
"Good," I say.
"You really think rubbing Bryce out would be on the same level as killing Reacher?"
"For sure! Or Bond. Or-- or Inspector Gadget."
"Inspector Gadget?" Chase laughs silently, his chest jumping. "Really?"
"You can't tell me you can resist that show. Or the theme song. Do do do doo, Inspector Gad-get. Do do do do do do dooo, oooh ooooohhh."
"It's true. Bryce never had a theme song remotely that awesome."
"Are you sure you want to kill him?" I can't fathom it. "After everything?"
"He's done a lot for me, sure. But I think maybe it's time."
I lean against Chase, absorbing this news. "Who else knows you're considering this?"
"Only you."
Only me. I'm the only one in the world besides Chase himself who knows that the end is nigh for Dr. Bryce Bowker? I can't even. I don't know how Chase can even. Kill off one of the world's most beloved heroes?
...Only me.
My heart flutters a little. I can't help it. This beautiful man, this bestselling author and Hollywood favorite, just told me out of everyone else on this planet, and now I'm the only one who knows.
That is a gigantic turn-on. I push my body closer to him, tangling my legs with his. He’s warm and strong, and the ache between my legs pulses harder.
I sit up on the bed and face Chase. He reaches up and pulls my towel down, his blue eyes traveling from my face to my bare chest. I trace the sculpted lines of his abdomen once more, then gently pull his towel away from his lower body.
His cock is already standing up for me. I love the way it feels in my grip. He's so beautifully endowed, so perfectly shaped, and I revel in the wet droplets that seep out onto my fingers.
Chase coaxes me on top of him, and I straddle him, still stroking his erection with my hand. I look down at my instructor. His eyes close and open, close and open, and he finally narrows them to slits. "If you're going to do that, then at least do what I tell you."
"What's that?"
"Put your hands above your head."
I oblige him, giving him an unobstructed view of my breasts.
"Fuck," he mutters.
I close my eyes, blushing again at the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel so beautiful, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world he could ever look at the way he’s looking at me now, with a mixture of desire and lust and protection.
"Make them bounce."
I move up and down a little, making my breasts bounce, and Chase reaches up to grab my nipples. I lose myself in his touch-- the way he fondles me sends almost as much electricity through me as when he makes me come.
I rub against his dick for awhile, enjoying the slippery feeling, until Chase reaches down and moves himself to enter me.
I sit down around him, taking in the tip and slowly enveloping his shaft. Was I a virgin less than a week ago? How is that possible? Because this feels like the most natural thing in the universe.
I glide up and down, following his cues. "Slow, baby," he instructs me. I move from base to tip, gripping him, until he can't take anymore and tells me to go a little faster. I enjoy
"He has way too much sex. Like, sex with people he only looked at two seconds before. And there's never any mention of condoms, and he never seems to worry about getting someone pregnant or-- or worse. You'd think a scientist of all people would be the first person to consider those possibilities." I feel my face turning red, because of course I’m not talking about Bryce. I’m talking about Chase.
Chase is studying my face with a look of faint amusement on his face, like he wore for a few seconds while Luna and I debated over cliche endings. "He's selfish as fuck, that's for sure."
"Does he?" I prop myself up with my elbow. "Ever think about sexually-transmitted... stuff?"
Chase nods. "I'm sure," he says, "that as a chemist, with all the pussy he gets, he is on top of his sexual health."
"I'm sure."
"And I'm sure that the next lady he keeps company with has nothing to worry about."
"Good," I say.
"You really think rubbing Bryce out would be on the same level as killing Reacher?"
"For sure! Or Bond. Or-- or Inspector Gadget."
"Inspector Gadget?" Chase laughs silently, his chest jumping. "Really?"
"You can't tell me you can resist that show. Or the theme song. Do do do doo, Inspector Gad-get. Do do do do do do dooo, oooh ooooohhh."
"It's true. Bryce never had a theme song remotely that awesome."
"Are you sure you want to kill him?" I can't fathom it. "After everything?"
"He's done a lot for me, sure. But I think maybe it's time."
I lean against Chase, absorbing this news. "Who else knows you're considering this?"
"Only you."
Only me. I'm the only one in the world besides Chase himself who knows that the end is nigh for Dr. Bryce Bowker? I can't even. I don't know how Chase can even. Kill off one of the world's most beloved heroes?
...Only me.
My heart flutters a little. I can't help it. This beautiful man, this bestselling author and Hollywood favorite, just told me out of everyone else on this planet, and now I'm the only one who knows.
That is a gigantic turn-on. I push my body closer to him, tangling my legs with his. He’s warm and strong, and the ache between my legs pulses harder.
I sit up on the bed and face Chase. He reaches up and pulls my towel down, his blue eyes traveling from my face to my bare chest. I trace the sculpted lines of his abdomen once more, then gently pull his towel away from his lower body.
His cock is already standing up for me. I love the way it feels in my grip. He's so beautifully endowed, so perfectly shaped, and I revel in the wet droplets that seep out onto my fingers.
Chase coaxes me on top of him, and I straddle him, still stroking his erection with my hand. I look down at my instructor. His eyes close and open, close and open, and he finally narrows them to slits. "If you're going to do that, then at least do what I tell you."
"What's that?"
"Put your hands above your head."
I oblige him, giving him an unobstructed view of my breasts.
"Fuck," he mutters.
I close my eyes, blushing again at the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel so beautiful, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world he could ever look at the way he’s looking at me now, with a mixture of desire and lust and protection.
"Make them bounce."
I move up and down a little, making my breasts bounce, and Chase reaches up to grab my nipples. I lose myself in his touch-- the way he fondles me sends almost as much electricity through me as when he makes me come.
I rub against his dick for awhile, enjoying the slippery feeling, until Chase reaches down and moves himself to enter me.
I sit down around him, taking in the tip and slowly enveloping his shaft. Was I a virgin less than a week ago? How is that possible? Because this feels like the most natural thing in the universe.
I glide up and down, following his cues. "Slow, baby," he instructs me. I move from base to tip, gripping him, until he can't take anymore and tells me to go a little faster. I enjoy
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