me.
"Well hold on,"
I say, almost finding it hard to catch a breath. "No one said you should
just walk away from the negotiation table. I'd like to see where your current
strategy is headed."
"Ah, I thought you
might."
Now his head dips down
again and there's no more teasing. His lips brush against me right before I
feel his hot tongue invade my pussy. I arch my back against his bed and moan.
"Fuck you taste so
good," comes his muffled voice. His hands grab one of my legs and slip it
up and over his shoulder, giving him deeper access to my center. This time I
scream as he pushes his tongue deeper inside of me. Chase's hands are holding
me by the waist, pulling me hard against his face.
"My clit," I
pant. "Don't forget my clit."
He makes a satisfied
noise as he pulls his tongue from me and drags it slowly up to spin circles
around the center of my pleasure. My body shivers with excitement as the
stimulation grows to an almost unbearable level. No one has ever made me come
so hard or so fast as Chase Anderson.
"Fuck..." I
practically yell the word, dragging it out into its own sentence as Chase's
tongue draws a powerful orgasm out of my body.
"You win," I
say after catching my breath. Chase is using one of my thighs as a pillow and
running his fingers lightly up and down my other leg. "You can wear a
robe when you answer the door. I'm hungry all of a sudden."
Chase laughs as he rolls
out of bed. "I'll find the menu."
By the time I wake up the
next morning it's after ten, which is still better than the almost noon of the
day before. This time Chase is still next to me, still drained from a long
night of fluid loss. We really only managed to watch half of a movie.
Apparently spending the whole night naked turned out to be very distracting for
both of us, and neither of us could concentrate on the television.
Parched, I push myself
out of bed and walk into the other room to get a bottle of water from the mini
fridge. After a long drink I sit down on the couch, pulling my phone out of my
purse to see if Evelyn had anything else to say after I left the conversation
last night.
Turns out she did, but
most of those messages were buried under an avalanche of missed calls and other
texts from Harrison who was frantically trying to reach me when he noticed I
didn't show up for the flight. I wince at that. I should have probably warned
him I wasn't going back. The flight was due to leave at ten so he was already
in the air and who knows what he was thinking. Still, he's been an asshole and
I'm kind of happy he's worried about me. Serves him right.
I skip his messages for
now and scroll through Evelyn's. She wasn't happy that I wasn't coming home
either, but she totally understood and sounded a bit jealous. She made sure to
note numerous times that she expected a complete blow by blow when I got home,
and the fact that he's tweeting about me and I'm skipping my flight for him
means that she's not going to accept any excuse from me that there is nothing
to tell. I just shake my head and smile, imagining the things I could tell her
when I got home.
It surprises me that
Harrison didn't call Evelyn to ask if she'd heard from me, so I jump back over
his messages to see if he mentions doing that. If he did, I can stop feeling
guilty about not telling him. Despite how he treated me and the fact that I'm
sort of happy to hear that he seems to be genuinely worried about my safety, I
do feel bad that I completely forgot to let him know that I wouldn't be there
today.
I don't see anything in
any of his texts to indicate that he thought of talking to Evelyn, so I switch
over to the voicemails he left. He does sound worried, making me feel even
more guilty, until I get to the last one where he mentions his intention to
call my parents as soon as he lands to find out if they had heard from me. Of
course he
"Well hold on,"
I say, almost finding it hard to catch a breath. "No one said you should
just walk away from the negotiation table. I'd like to see where your current
strategy is headed."
"Ah, I thought you
might."
Now his head dips down
again and there's no more teasing. His lips brush against me right before I
feel his hot tongue invade my pussy. I arch my back against his bed and moan.
"Fuck you taste so
good," comes his muffled voice. His hands grab one of my legs and slip it
up and over his shoulder, giving him deeper access to my center. This time I
scream as he pushes his tongue deeper inside of me. Chase's hands are holding
me by the waist, pulling me hard against his face.
"My clit," I
pant. "Don't forget my clit."
He makes a satisfied
noise as he pulls his tongue from me and drags it slowly up to spin circles
around the center of my pleasure. My body shivers with excitement as the
stimulation grows to an almost unbearable level. No one has ever made me come
so hard or so fast as Chase Anderson.
"Fuck..." I
practically yell the word, dragging it out into its own sentence as Chase's
tongue draws a powerful orgasm out of my body.
"You win," I
say after catching my breath. Chase is using one of my thighs as a pillow and
running his fingers lightly up and down my other leg. "You can wear a
robe when you answer the door. I'm hungry all of a sudden."
Chase laughs as he rolls
out of bed. "I'll find the menu."
By the time I wake up the
next morning it's after ten, which is still better than the almost noon of the
day before. This time Chase is still next to me, still drained from a long
night of fluid loss. We really only managed to watch half of a movie.
Apparently spending the whole night naked turned out to be very distracting for
both of us, and neither of us could concentrate on the television.
Parched, I push myself
out of bed and walk into the other room to get a bottle of water from the mini
fridge. After a long drink I sit down on the couch, pulling my phone out of my
purse to see if Evelyn had anything else to say after I left the conversation
last night.
Turns out she did, but
most of those messages were buried under an avalanche of missed calls and other
texts from Harrison who was frantically trying to reach me when he noticed I
didn't show up for the flight. I wince at that. I should have probably warned
him I wasn't going back. The flight was due to leave at ten so he was already
in the air and who knows what he was thinking. Still, he's been an asshole and
I'm kind of happy he's worried about me. Serves him right.
I skip his messages for
now and scroll through Evelyn's. She wasn't happy that I wasn't coming home
either, but she totally understood and sounded a bit jealous. She made sure to
note numerous times that she expected a complete blow by blow when I got home,
and the fact that he's tweeting about me and I'm skipping my flight for him
means that she's not going to accept any excuse from me that there is nothing
to tell. I just shake my head and smile, imagining the things I could tell her
when I got home.
It surprises me that
Harrison didn't call Evelyn to ask if she'd heard from me, so I jump back over
his messages to see if he mentions doing that. If he did, I can stop feeling
guilty about not telling him. Despite how he treated me and the fact that I'm
sort of happy to hear that he seems to be genuinely worried about my safety, I
do feel bad that I completely forgot to let him know that I wouldn't be there
today.
I don't see anything in
any of his texts to indicate that he thought of talking to Evelyn, so I switch
over to the voicemails he left. He does sound worried, making me feel even
more guilty, until I get to the last one where he mentions his intention to
call my parents as soon as he lands to find out if they had heard from me. Of
course he
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