6
Ihate waking up alone. I stretch out, taking up the whole bed. I sigh as I look up at the coffered ceiling. I’m getting too used to this room. This place.
These men.
If I don’t get up, they’ll keep me in bed all day again, forcing me to submit to their every wicked whim. I find myself smiling. I like their wicked whims.
All of them.
I pad out barefoot into the living room in just one of Chase’s white undershirts and a pair of panties. The punishing my body took last night has left me deliciously sore. A good pain I can most definitely live with. I find Chase sitting at the dining room table, shirtless, sporting glasses and reading over what I assume is work material. He has that pensive, studious lawyer look on his face. I know he’s focused, but I just can’t help myself. I climb onto his lap and into his arms, disturbing his work. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Morning.” He tightens his grip and presses a long, lingering kiss on my lips.
“Good morning,” I purr, looking up into his big brown, penetrating eyes. “These,”—I push the thick, black-rimmed glasses up his nose—“are sexy. How come I didn’t know you wore them?”
He grins guiltily. “I hate them. I usually live in my contacts. But my eyes were killing me this morning. So I caved.”
“I wish you would cave more often. I like you in glasses.”
“Really?” He’s pessimistic.
“Really. They’re Superman sexy.”
“Now you’re stretching it.”
“I mean it! There is something about a man with muscles and glasses.”
“If you say so,” he smirks modestly.
“I do.” I push lightly on the glasses once more. “Where’s Shane?”
“Surfing.” Chase nods at the window.
“I should have known.” He always sneaks in some board time in the morning. “What are you working on?” Papers are spread out all over the glass table.
“Sales and acquisitions. It’s a blast.”
“That looks like a lot of acquisitions.”
“Not as many as you may think. Each one just has an unbearable amount of paperwork.”
“Clearly.” I resist the urge to joke if the Corkscrew’s procurement is among that paperwork. But a dig like that could open the door to some unwelcome conversation. And no one wants that, especially after the night we had. My skin is still on fire. Just resting in Chase’s arms has my blood pumping to all my pressure points. The one between my legs primarily. Jesus, these men and what they can do to me.
“Jenn?”
“Mmm?” I slide my eyes up.
“What were you just thinking about?”
I shamelessly blush. “Nothing?”
Chase cocks his eyebrow. “You sure about that?” He locks me in his iron embrace and brushes his lips against my ear.
“Mmm hmm,” I squeak.
“Want to know what I’m thinking about?” Sex. Please lord let it benail me right to this tablesex.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask huskily.
