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Chase clears his throat, looking a tad uncomfortable. Then he whispers, “That must have been tough.”

“Not really,” I say, shrugging. “I can’t say I missed anything. We had money and he spoiled me relentlessly. He gave me everything, except for his time. At least when I was still a child. We grew really close when I started to show interest in taking over the family’s company as a teenager. He started to see me like a partner more than a child, and he taught me so much. Everything, really. He taught me more than all of my classes at university combined.”

I bite my lip, realizing that the words have just been pouring out of me. I hate being such an open book—especially with a guy like Chase, who refuses to let me in even the tiniest bit.

“Dads have a way of doing that,” he muses, his face pensive and somewhat melancholic.

“Did your father teach you a lot, too?” I want to know, leaning in closer as I await his response.

But once again, Chase opts for a disappointing response.

“No.”

That’s all he says, before straightening his back and walking back inside.

I go after him, anger flaring up. “Really? I give you a page of personal history, and all you have to say is ‘no’?”

“That was your choice,” he reminds me. “Just like it’s my choice not to speak any further about this.”

I frown at him, but instead of facing my irritation, he begins to unbutton his shirt and walks into the bedroom. I remain in the living area for a split second, my lips parted as if to speak, but I’m bereft of words. I follow him into the bedroom.

The bedroom, adorned in shades of white and blue, feels like the perfect seaside refuge. A massive, inviting king-sized bed dominates most of the room, and heat coils through my core at the sight of it. The wall to the left is mostly covered with floor-length windows and French doors, facing the ocean.

An archway leads to the en suite bathroom to the right, and I see the shadow of Chase disappearing through it.

A moment later, I hear the sound of a shower being turned on.

Chapter 25

Chase

I know she followed me. I know she’s standing behind me, and I know she’s watching as I get undressed with my back turned to the door.

“What are you doing?” she exclaims, sounding shocked.

I take a moment to drop my shirt to the floor before I turn around to face her. She’s standing in the archway, her cheeks flushed and her jaw dropping when she lays eyes on my bare chest. I’ve seen that look many times before, and it never gets old—but seeing it on her face is a special treat for sure.

“What does it look like? I’m taking a shower,” I tell her. “You can join me if you want.”

“Um, no,” she says, but her voice carries no conviction, and her eyes are still latched to my sculpted chest.

“Fine, I’m not forcing you,” I say.

A shocked gasp flees her lips when I begin to open my pants, and she turns on her heels in an instant.

“I’ll just…I’ll…wait,” she stutters, as she hurries out of sight.

I shrug, and drop the rest of my clothes, before hopping under the rain shower with a hard-on. My cock rose to attention when I saw that look on her face. That thirsty stare, and the way her chest was heaving under needy breaths… I can’t wait to tease her more, to make her want me even more.

I didn’t expect her to jump underneath the shower with me. In fact, I would have been a little disappointed if she had. It would have been too easy, too fast. The fact that she’s conflicted about all of this plays into my hands and makes all of this a lot more interesting. Seeing a strong girl like Madison come apart before me is the most enticing thing, a real challenge that will lead to a promising reward.

I don’t want to take her the first chance I get—I want her to beg me to take her.

And she will. Soon enough she won’t be able to think of anything other than my cock inside that tight little pussy, and she will scream for release, begging me to let her come in my cock.

All in good time.

I wash off the plane ride, soaping and scraping my body long enough for my cock to calm the fuck down. For a moment, I consider taking care of it myself, but that would only take away the fun of having to restrain myself. It would make things too easy.

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