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Six weeks ago Demi didn’t know who Chase Crawford was but now she couldn’t go a day without seeing him. Their dates were always fun, and Instagram-worthy. They did it all—explored museums and art galleries, sang karaoke at trendy cafés, took yoga classes at the Hamptons Fitness Studio, ate at world-class restaurants, and enjoyed game nights with his older brothers and their equally competitive wives.
The publicity stunt had worked and her daily posts about her dashing, new “boyfriend” caused a frenzy on social media. Their relationship not only increased her online presence, it helped Sparks become a popular dating app, putting Katia on cloud nine. The marketing director wanted Demi to be the face of Mobile Entertainment, thinking she had the “wow” factor. But the best thing about playing Chase’s girlfriend wasn’t landing a deal with his company, it was spending quality time with him.
A smile warmed her heart. He was affectionate and sweet, romantic and thoughtful, and his kisses left her breathless, delirious with need. He made her feel safe and secure, as if he’d do anything to make her happy, and he often did. Filled with mixed emotions, she’d stayed awake in bed last night, thinking about their relationship. She was excited about their budding romance, but another part of her was scared. What if he lost interest in her? Or worse, reunited with his ex? Despite her doubts and misgivings, she couldn’t deny her feelings for him and, if not for his ex-girlfriend relentlessly pursing him still, Demi would have already bared her soul to him.
Pocketing her cell, she unlocked the front door, threw it open and dragged herself inside the foyer. Her home was her sanctuary and she’d filled it with all the things she loved: framed family photographs, souvenirs from her travel adventures, potted plants and comfortable furniture.
Tossing her keys on the console table, she dumped her bags at her feet and kicked off her high heels. Demi stopped and cranked her head to the right. What the hell? She heard plates and utensils clanging together, and jazz music playing. In her haste to get to the kitchen, Demi almost tripped over her feet. A spicy aroma was in the air, making her mouth wet and her stomach grumble, but she was too angry to think about food. Her girlfriends were in her house without permission and Demi didn’t like it. What were they doing at her condo? She’d given Esmerelda a key in case of an emergency, not to throw a girls night without her permission. How long had they been at her place? And, most important, when were they leaving?
“There’s my beautiful, talented girlfriend.”
Demi blinked, saw Chase standing at the breakfast bar, wearing a broad grin, and gawked at him. “Baby, what are you doing here? Wh
o let you in?”
Chase kissed Demi then helped her out of her off-white trench coat. “Your mom, of course. I told her I wanted to make you a home-cooked meal to celebrate your big news, and she agreed to help me out.”
Demi frowned. “But you don’t cook.”
“I do for you.”
Moved by his words, Demi beamed. Chase was always surprising her. It didn’t matter if they were watching Netflix at his place or out on the town, he treated her like a queen. Peering over his shoulder, she noticed the dining room table was set with gleaming silverware, wide pillar candles and the largest flower arrangement she’d ever seen. “You did all of this for me?”
“I sure did. Your hard work finally paid off and you deserve to be spoiled tonight, so here I am.” Chase slid his arms around her waist and held her close to his chest. “I am so proud of you. You must be stoked.”
A grin overwhelmed her mouth. “You have no idea. I’ve always wanted to be on the Wendy Williams Show, so being booked for a beauty segment in May is a dream come true.”
Demi shook her head. It had been three hours since she’d received the email and subsequent call from the popular talk show, but her head was still in the clouds. “The head producer said if Wendy likes me, I could become a regular guest, so I have to make sure I bring my A game on May thirtieth.”
“You will. You always do.” Chase whistled. “Baby, you’re on fire. You’re the key speaker of not one, but four, noteworthy events including the Hamptons Women’s Annual Tea, the Beauty and Health Expo, the Passion and Purpose conference and the Cocktails and Networking event in Philly.”
“I know, isn’t it great?” Demi giggled, couldn’t stop herself from swaying her shoulders and snapping her fingers. “I love my life!”
“With pleasure.” Demi pressed her hands flat on the raised, white cabinet, and thrust her bottom into his crotch.
“Good girl.” Chase undid her bra, tossed it to the ground, and yanked off her panties, stroking her skin as his hands moved down her hips.
Demi craved him, could almost feel his erection between her legs, turning her out, and was desperate to make love to him. “I’m waiting,” she trilled in a singsong voice.
Watching him undress, she moaned. His shaft was long and thick, standing tall, ready to please. Chase positioned his erection between her legs and slid it across her clit until she was throbbing and wet. He thrust it inside her, and Demi cried out. Shouted his name. Tossing her head back, she arched her back and closed her eyes, sealing her in the moment. He knew exactly what to say and do to please her, and she responded eagerly to his touch. She kissed him hard on the mouth, reached around to squeeze his ass and opened her legs wider, inviting him deeper still. Her desire grew, rose to dangerous heights.
Filled with a sudden burst of energy, Demi turned around and hopped onto the cabinet. She draped her hands around his neck, pulling him on top of her. Demi kissed him hard on the mouth. Licked and teased and sucked his tongue. Chase moved inside her, thrusting and swiveling his hips. Clamping her legs around his waist, she enjoyed the thrill of his lovemaking, his fervor. Demi couldn’t stop herself from moaning and cursing and begged for more. Their lovemaking was fast and furious, as passionate as long-lost lovers who’d reunited after decades apart, and Demi relished every minute of it. His groans intensified, filled every inch of the room. They were in the groove, moving as one, pleasing each other with every kiss and caress. Being with Chase was like having her favorite dessert every day, and there was nothing better than being in his arms.
Chase picked her up, carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Hiking her legs in the air, he placed soft kisses against her inner thigh. He eased his erection inside her, one mind-blowing inch at a time. Reaching for him, she stroked his neck and shoulders, and rubbed his dark, erect nipples with her thumbs.
“Demi, you’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else,” he confessed. “You’re everything I want in a woman, and more, and I’m absolutely crazy about you...”
His words made her feel desirable and she basked in his praise and affection. Pleasure rained down on her, stealing her breath, and seconds passed before Demi could speak. His touch electrified her and her body came alive as he caressed her skin. The spontaneity and variety of their lovemaking thrilled her, was exactly what she craved. “You’re incredible, Chase, and I can’t get enough of you.”
“Baby, I feel the same way. We’re magic together and I want to spend all my days and nights with you.”
Overcome with emotion, Demi blinked back tears. Her skin was drenched in sweat, and her throat was bone-dry, but she’d never been happier. She was making love to Chase, experiencing the pleasure of his touch, and there was no greater joy.
His eyes bore into her and shivers rocked her spine. He kissed her, ravishing her lips with his mouth, and passion ignited inside her. Melting and exploding at the same time, Demi shook uncontrollably. Her orgasm consumed every inch of her body and, as she collapsed onto the pillows, Chase climaxed. He growled in her ear, causing Demi to giggle. Typical Chase. He wasn’t happy unless he was teasing her, but Demi loved his playfulness. Knew their joking and goofing around strengthened their connection, and nothing mattered more to Demi than their rock-solid bond.
“Chase, please tell me you turned off the stove before coming in here to seduce me,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “I don’t want to be homeless because you burned down my kitchen.”
“That would never happen. You’d move in with me and we’d live happily ever after.”
