“You wanted my cock, Violet.” His voice is a snarl against my mouth. “Now take every fucking inch.”
Almost immediately, I feel the stirrings of another climax building with vicious intensity.
“Fuck, Chase.”
“Yes, baby, tell me,” he growls, cupping my ass, driving in deeper still.
“It’s too much.” My hips rise as the pressure reaches the peak. I pull on my restrained wrists, the lack of control only increasing the pleasure. A violent shudder seizes me, and I come again, harder than I ever thought possible, Chase’s name falling from my lips in a soft moan.
“That’s it baby, you look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.” His mouth devours mine, lapping up every one of my moans until a groan tears from his throat. He slams into me one last time, a beautiful agony carved out in every chiseled line of his face. Sweat glistens on his honed abs as he pumps his hot seed deep inside me.
We collapse in a blissed-out heap, our bodies twisted together, before he unties my wrists, rubbing them between his palms, kissing them softly. He holds me in his arms as he rocks backin his chair, cradling my head tenderly against his chest. I can’t help but think how my body fits so perfectly against his.
“Christ, Violet,” he murmurs as he catches his breath. “That was one hell of a conference call.” I feel his smile caressing my temple as he buries his nose in my hair, breathing me in. I shiver as the a/c spits out a blast of cold air. Immediately, Chase reaches for his suit jacket slung over his chair, wrapping me in the soft silk lining and his familiar scent.
“That wasn’t a conference call.” I grin. “It was an ambush.”
“That’s what happens if you refuse to see me.” The possessive glint returns to his eyes as he tilts my chin up, melting his lips on mine with a spine-tingling kiss that leaves me breathless. “Let me take you out to dinner tonight,” he says, breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. “We’ll go anywhere you like.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk,” I joke, fisting the soft fabric of his open shirt.
“I’ll carry you then.” His tone is gruff, and I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. “So, what’s your answer, Violet? Will you let me take you out?”
“I would,” I say, squirming under his gaze. “But I promised Gracie I’d watch her soccer game this evening.”
He looks so crestfallen that an idea spills from my mouth without thinking. “You’re welcome to join me if you like? There won’t be any fancy food, but they have a hot dog truck.” As soon as I say it, I want to slap myself. A hot dog truck. What was I thinking? As if a billionaire wants to hang out at my sister’s soccer game, eating greasy hot dogs.
Strong hands grip my waist as he spins me to face him, my legs straddling him on either side. Rough fingers trace the skin over my spine, a heart-wrenching smile curving his mouth.
“I would love to, Violet.”
“You would?” I’m not sure if I’m dreaming this right now, but either way, I’m going to run with it. “Okay, cool, it will be fun.”
“But first,” he smirks, teasing my nipple until a gasp of pleasure rips from my throat. “Since I dirtied you all up, it’s only fair I should clean you.” I wrap my legs around him as he carries me toward the shower in his ensuite.
Oh boy, I almost forgot. This man never stops.
Chapter twenty
Violet
If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be here watching Gracie play with our CEO, Chase Knight, I’d have told them to lay off the devil’s lettuce.
But here we are.
In the distance, Gracie is warming up with her team, weaving between colored cones, her blonde ponytail swinging as she jogs. The sun is hanging low in the sky, radiating that magical golden haze of late spring and early summer.
Gracie’s head jerks in a double-take when she spots Chase and me approaching. She nudges her best friend, Gabi, murmuring something that makes Gabi’s eyes widen as she gawks at us from a distance. Meanwhile, Gracie saunters toward us, an enormous grin firmly in place.
“Hey, Vi,” she says, her eyes practically imploding with questions. Her curious gaze flicks to Chase, and her smirk widens.
I gesture between them, trying to communicate with my eyes for her to play nice. “Gracie, this is Chase. Chase, this is my little sister Gracie.”
Chase hits her with his most charming smile, a dazzling flash of white teeth, momentarily even disarming Gracie.
“Yeah, we met,” Chase says, a twinkle in his eye. “Gracie runs the best door security in town. No one is getting past her.”
“Well, Vi is in high demand,” Gracie says, flashing me a wink. “I’m always turning people away.”
