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He slides his fingers up the insides of my legs then down my slit, thrusting two fingers inside me. “God, you’re so wet, so ready for me,” he moans. His fingers rub the inside of my walls driving me insane, my hips moving to the rhythm of his magical fingers. Using his thumb, he moves in gentle circles around my clit causing my legs to begin to twitch. Knowing I’m close, Chase continues, bringing me higher and higher. Finally unraveling, my back bows off the bed as I let out a high-pitched mewl for the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced.
“Fuck, Olivia. That was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I must hear that again.” His raspy, sexy voice alone almost sends me over the edge again.
Before my orgasm has ceased, he positions his erection at my entrance. Grasping both my hands, he holds them over my head and slides into me. He groans his breathing harsh. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hisses. He is slow at first, easing in and out of me letting me acclimate to the fullness. Rocking his hips back and forth, I wriggle an arm loose and dig into his flesh.
He starts to move faster, his breath more ragged. He releases my other hand, and I grab his forearms. He thrusts, faster and deeper. I tilt my hips up to give him more access. He bites down on my lower lip and tugging hard. I am moaning and groaning to this exquisite feeling. I screw my eyes shut and lose myself in the feel of him inside me.
“You feel so good, so wet,” he says, his voice raw. My body starts to quiver as he slams into me. “Olivia,” he whispers my name beside my ear. I’m close, my legs start to shake and twitch once again. His breath becomes more ragged as he moves faster, saying my name like a litany. It sends me over the edge. I throw my head back as I climax again. He thrusts hard twice more as his body tenses, releasing right behind me as he growls my name.
Chase falls on to my quaking body. He shifts his weight to his arms so he is hovering over me. Nuzzling my neck, I can feel his soft lips kissing me. After a minute, he rests his forehead on mine as we both struggle to catch our breath.
I don’t want him to pull out. The spasms of my orgasm are still tightening the muscles inside of me. His every movement gives me residual flickers of pleasure. His hips thrust up gently, and I whimper again. “That sound is so fucking hot,” Chase says gazing down at me. Slowly rocking his hips again, I tighten my thighs. Every time my inner muscles spasm around his cock, he gives another gentle thrust, and I mewl. Finally, the trembling subsides, and my body is sated.
Chase kisses the tip of my nose, and rolls over next to me. I am so tired all of a sudden. I can barely keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember is Chase whispering in my ear, “Sleep, baby girl.”
I awaken with a jolt. My head is fuzzy, and the room is bright. Too bright. I start to remember that I’m not home but in a room at the swanky Sherry Netherlands Hotel. I look over at the clock on the nightstand. Nine thirty in the morning. I turn over to see Chase lying next to me, his chest rising and falling in a deep sleep. Yes, all of last night’s shenanigans exhausted him too.
I lie back down and stare at the ceiling thinking about the way Chase touched me last night. It was so passionate, filled with desire. It was like he was worshiping me. The way he looked at me. God, it was the most amazing evening I have ever experienced. I know I didn’t imagine it, and it wasn’t the alcohol talking. And the talking. Ohmigod. That dirty mouth did things to me. Evan never talked during sex. Ever. The more Chase said the more I wanted him. It was so hot! Jeez, I experienced things with Chase that I never knew I wanted. Or needed.
Taking a deep breath, I get up. I have bathroom needs, and I don’t want to wake sleeping beauty next to me.
I make my way over to the palatial bathroom. It’s huge! All white Italian marble, including the walls, sink and bathtub. I look up toward the hand painted ceiling, an effulgent trompe l’oeil of clouds and sky. There are big fluffy towels hanging from the wall that look so inviting, I decide to take a nice hot shower hoping it will soothe my aching head. I grab a hair tie from my purse and pull my hair back. I always carry an extra in case of emergencies.
I don’t have time to deal with the mess that is my hair.
Wrapping an oversized towel around me, I exit the bathroom to see an empty bed. I did take an exceptionally long shower, I mean who wouldn’t? The bathroom was ridiculous. It’s only then that I get a good glimpse of the bedroom. Big is an understatement. It has a very large king sized bed, which was very well used last night. The walls are covered in gold textured wallpaper with decorative molding creating a box look. A giant window lets in the bright morning light. I look around the room and see my dress hanging off the back of a chair, along with my undergarments. Crap! I have no other clothes here, and I don’t want to do the walk of shame.
What I thought was just a hotel room turns out to be a large suite. I walk out into the large living area. There is an opulent French style couch and chairs, fancy window treatments with a chair rail around the room. An enormous LCD TV covers a wall. On the center table are fresh flowers. I don’t remember any of this from last night, must have been all of the champagne.
Along with the living area, there is a dining area and a kitchen the size of a small studio apartment. Looking around I find Chase on the couch reading the New York Times. He looks up at me with a sexy smile that makes me melt.
“Hi,” I murmur.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he hums. “You look fabulous in that towel by the way.” He makes his way toward me, wrapping his arms around me pulling me close.
“Well, that may be all I’m wearing today. I have no clothes here.”
“I’ve already taken care of that,” he chuckles.
“What?” I look up at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He’s up to something.
“Go and put on a bathrobe, there’s one hanging on the back of the door in the bathroom.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I’ll explain once you’re back.” Confused, I make my way across the expansive room to the bathroom and throw on the robe.
Walking back out of the bedroom Chase is standing over by a desk looking out the window.
“Do you see that building over there?” He points at a large stone building out the window. I shake my head. “It’s Bergdorf Goodman. I made a call over to Cheryl. She’s having clothing for both of us sent over. Someone should be here in fifteen minutes.”
“Who is Cheryl?”
“She is one of the best personal shoppers there is and works for Bergdorf Goodman. Where do you think I got the dress and shoes from?”
Oh. I sigh and plop down on the couch. My head is still pounding, and all of this information is only making it worse. I place my arms on my knees and my head in my hands. Chase sits down next to me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“My head is pounding. I need some ibuprofen,” I say softly. He gets up and walks into the bedroom, returning with a bottle of Motrin. He then goes into the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of mineral water and a glass. I open the bottle, spilling out a few tablets, pop them in my mouth while sipping the water, and swallow.
Chase is the first man I have ever gone home with other than Evan. I need to make that clear. “Chase, we need to talk.”
