I was graced with the sight of him as he fucked me. The taut muscles of his torso and arms flexing as he pumped in and out kept my gaze. The sheen of sweat forming on his body made him even sexier. The deep V at the waist, alongside his hips, called to me. My hands gripped him there, moving with him as he continued fucking me.
“Christ, Mare, you feel so good…”
I wrapped my legs around him, locking my feet together against his back. As I pulled him closer, our bodies were chest to chest as we rocked back and forth. He started moving faster inside me, sliding in and out with ease. His one hand graspedmy breast, squeezing it recklessly, as his mouth searched out my nipple. He pulled it between his teeth, sucking it deep into his mouth, as his hips bucked against mine.
Then he forced himself upright to his knees, my legs falling from his back. His hand reached between us, and his fingers found my clit. He rubbed that sensitive spot with his thumb while continuing with his rhythmic thrusts.
“Mare…tell me you’re getting close, babe…”
His grunted words came between his hand continuing to rub at me and his dick pounding inside me. Yes, I was close. I felt myself clenching around him, tightening with every thrust.
“Don’t stop, Chase, please don’t stop!”
I grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into me, needing more of him.
All of him.
“Yes!” I screamed.
His hands landed on the bed beside my head as he continued driving into me, his pace frenetic. A burst of pleasure hit me deep in my core as he pounded inside me. My body tensed around him, my ass lifting from the bed. He held my bottom against his body as we rode out the wave together.
His movements stilled as his head rested against my shoulder. Then I felt tiny kisses on my neck as he laid me onto the bed. Eventually, he collapsed next to me, a sweaty heap of tired muscle.
His arm crossed over his head as he worked to catch his breath.
“I promise I’ll last longer next time,” he said. He glanced at me but quickly turned away. He moved his arm to cover his eyes, completely avoiding me. “It’s just, I’ve missed you.”
I leaned over him and pulled his arm from his face, forcing him to look at me.
“Don’t you dare think there was anything wrong with this, Chase Parker.” My fingers touched his cheek first, then moved to his lips.
A sheepish smile appeared on him before he finally looked at me on his own.
“I wanted it to be perfect,” he said. “I want to make everything with you moving forward, perfect.”
“Well,” I said, “I don’t know what makes sex perfect, but if it involves both parties having an orgasm, then you met the quota.” I peeked down at his torso. “And it looks like you better get to the bathroom and clean up the evidence of yours before it leaves its mark on my bed.”
He laughed as he jumped out of bed, cupping his privates to keep the condom in place.
“Is it OK if I take a shower?” he asked as he backpedaled toward the bathroom.
Watching him stand at the toilet was such a mundane thing. A guy peeing in my bathroom after sex.
It made me happy.
I wanted the normalcy of this. I wanted to see him doing all the ordinary things in life, not just the tasks we took care of at work.
Going out on dates. To dinner. The movies.
“Yeah, of course. There are towels under the sink,” I said.
I wanted all of it.
As great as last night wound up being, I shouldn’t go out on a work night. My Friday has been a tough one so far. Gage hired the new assistant for his brother. Mallory. I hadn’t met heryet, but he insisted she was perfect for the job. My role was to develop a handbook for her by Monday, her start date.
Plus, Gage hit me with a list as long as my arm of things to do by the end of the day, completely unrelated to Parker Financial. I didn’t mind that to-do list, it would actually be quite fun. But it was a lot to handle. It involved planning his and Harper’s engagement party.
Of course, Harper would be involved in the planning as well. Gage, not so much. I spent a good part of the day texting with her, going over potential venues and other aspects. They weren’t giving themselves much time to plan it; they’re having it on Valentine’s Day which is less than three weeks to plan.
