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Walking through the doorway, my feet are immediately glued to the floor. I’ve never seen a more beautiful room. Chase chuckles behind me and I manage to make my feet move, going further into the suite.
The main room is bright and warm, comforting. It’s fancy, but not ostentatious. The views are amazing and there’s a terrace with a table and chairs overlooking the harbor. Chase comes up from behind me, placing his arms around my stomach. “Chase, this is amazing.”
“It’s the admiral suite. Has some of the best views in the city.”
“It’s perfect.”
“The sun sets just over there,” he says, pointing toward a spot in the distance. “I want to come out here later with a glass of wine and watch.”
“That sounds amazing.”
“But first,” Chase spins me around, “let’s continue what you wanted to start before we left. Shower?” Chase nips the sweet spot where my shoulder meets my neck and I shiver. “Hmm?” he hums, the sound reverberating through my body.
Before I can argue, he grabs my face and kisses me. Walking me backwards, he brings us into the bathroom. Breaking away from our heated kiss, he begins to undress me.
I try to undress myself, but Chase grabs my wrists. “No, I need this to be slow, or I’ll come undone.”
He leaves me in my bra and panties. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.?
?? He leans over to turn on the shower. Once the water is to his satisfaction, he strips and stands before me, gloriously naked. What did I do to deserve this amazing man?
“I could stare at you all day,” he confesses, “but I promised you a shower. Take off the rest of your clothes. Slow.”
I unbuckle my bra, ease the straps down my arms, one at a time, and bite my lip, causing Chase to swear under his breath. Grabbing his cock, he begins stroking it. I strum my fingers across my stomach and slip my fingers under my panties.
Shimmying my hips, I lower my panties a little at a time as I go. I turn, giving Chase my backside. My panties skim my ass and slide down my thighs. Chase inhales a deep breath, hissing through his teeth. One more shimmy and my panties are at my feet.
As I step out of the fabric, Chase comes up behind me, gripping my hair and pulling it taught. His mouth finds my shoulder, his free hand roughly cups my breast, and his erection presses against my backside. “I can’t wait any longer, I need to be inside you right now. This is going to be quick.” Still gripping my hair, he bends me over at the waist. His free arm curls around my stomach, pulling me close. I moan, knowing what’s coming. With his foot, he spreads my legs wide, causing me to grip the edge of the tub for leverage.
Chase runs his fingers along my opening. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growls. “Hold on, and don’t let go.” Positioning himself, he thrusts inside me, jolting me forward. He grips my hair harder, pulling me back, and groans deep and low in the back of his throat. The sensation is indescribable, and I release a muffled whimper. He thrusts again, hard. “Fuck, Olivia, you feel so good.” Each thrust forward, he pulls my hair back for leverage, his other hand gripping my hip, his need for me raw and carnal.
“Chase,” I cry out, wimpering and shaking with each thrust.
“That’s right, baby. Feel me,” he demands, his voice raspy.
I expel a low, throaty moan, taking everything he’s willing to give me.
His pace quickens, shifting so he hits me in the right spot, causing me to twitch. Within no time at all, my orgasm overtakes me, and I call out a garbled version of Chase’s name. As I clench around him, he thrusts two more times and releases inside me.
Slowly catching his breath, Chase leans his forehead in between my shoulder blades. “Jesus, Olivia. I can’t control myself when I’m near you.” With his hands around my waist, he straightens me and waves toward the running water. “After you.”
Both of us freshly showered, Chase hands me a glass of wine and escorts me onto the terrace. The sun glistens off the water as it sinks below, creating a breathtaking view. The evening couldn’t be more perfect. Chase wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me affectionately. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he whispers, “As beautiful as this view is, the one I get to see every day is even more spectacular.” Between the amazing view and Chase’s words, my heart melts. I don’t know what I would do without this man.
We walk out of the hotel into a waiting car. Chase made dinner reservations way before I knew he was taking me to Boston and refuses to tell me where we’re going. Instead, he torments me, knowing how much I hate surprises. “You’re going to love this place,” he teases.
“Just tell me already,” I whine.
“Nope.”
After a few turns, we pull up in front of Union Oyster House. I’ve seen this restaurant featured on some cooking shows; it’s one of the oldest in Boston.
Being the gentleman he is, Chase comes around and opens the door for me. Helping me out of the car, he takes my hand and we enter the restaurant together.
Once seated, he orders a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and two Pellegrinos. “Have you been here before?” I ask.
“A few times. They have the best clam chowder I’ve ever had.”
“Ever bring a woman here?”
