“Oh, Chase. I don’t feel sad for you now, I feel sad for the little boy who didn’t get chosen. Your story doesn’t change the fact that I love you.”
Reagan watched the play of emotions on Chase’s face, ranging from stunned to ecstatic. Even though she hadn’t mean to blurt out her feelings like that, she wouldn’t take it back for any reason.
“You love me?” he asked, awe clear in his voice.
She nodded, anxiously hoping he would say it back soon. He swept her underneath him and pressed his lips to hers passionately, then abruptly tore his mouth away and grinned down at her.
“I love you too, Red.”
Reagan was certain her heart would explode out of her chest when she heard those words. This beautiful man loved her, and she loved him. She wrapped her hands around his torso, feeling the ripple of his back muscles as he held himself over her. She began to stroke her hands up and down as they gazed at each other, simply feeling the emotion of the moment wash over them. What had begun as a desire to bring him comfort, quickly turned into a desire for much, much more.
When Reagan saw the mounting arousal that she was feeling reflected in Chase’s eyes, she pulled his head down so that she could reach his soft lips. Their kiss was gentle at first, but she wanted more. Her tongue traced the seam of his mouth and she felt him open to her. Chase shifted his body to the side slightly and began to caress her body, sliding his hand underneath her pajama top to reach her breasts. He lifted his mouth away from hers and smiled down at her before moving his body down between her legs. He peeled her shirt up and over her head before bending down and capturing her breast in his mouth. As he lavished her breasts with love, teasing and tormenting her, Reagan felt herself letting go fully, accepting his love, welcoming it. She writhed underneath him, touching, kissing, stroking every inch of skin she could find. Their groans and gasps filled the room with a symphony of sound that played the song of their love.
As she felt her orgasm drawing closer and closer, Chase reared up over her. One hand came up to gently frame her face as he pressed soft kisses to her neck, cheek, and finally her mouth.
“Reagan, babe, I want to feel all of you. I’m clean and I would never do anything to hurt you so if you’re not ready, I’ll find a condom. But if you are…” His voice trailed off as he looked at her, heat from his eyes searing her.
“I’ve been on the pill for years. I need you, Chase. I need you inside of me now. Please,” she begged, desperate to have him.
With an agonizingly slow thrust, Chase worked his way into her tight core. Reagan couldn’t hold back a moan at the sensation of him bare inside of her. The friction was familiar yet so different, the air so erotically charged, knowing there was no barrier between them. When he began to move in and out, lifting her leg up to his waist to hit the perfect angle, Reagan arched her back up in response. Chase leaned down and gently bit her nipple and the combination of pleasure and pain caused her to gasp. He covered his bite with a wet kiss and then plundered her mouth as he sped up his movements. Whether it was the strength of sharing their love for each other, or the pure intensity of the moment, Reagan felt as if the sensations filling her were almost too much to bear. As she reached the peak of what she was certain would be the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, Chase groaned out her name and together they flew higher than ever before.
Chapter 15
Chase was riding the high of another night with Reagan. Professing their love for each other had caused his music to pour out of him, as he wrote lyric after lyric, melody after melody. When his hand needed a break from writing it all down, he realized it would be Reagan’s lunch hour soon and decided to surprise her. A quick text to Jake got him the address for her office. He grabbed his wallet and headed out.
When he walked off the elevator and into Reagan’s office, he took a minute to look around. The hushed, serious atmosphere seemed so at odds with Reagan’s bright personality. The receptionist gave him a flirtatious smile, that faded quickly when he asked where his girlfriend’s desk was. She pointed him in the right direction and went back to her work. Chase strode down the hall past offices and cubicles until he saw the telltale red of Reagan’s hair just up ahead. He couldn’t make out what she was saying but her voice sounded wrong, uncomfortable even. And when he turned the corner and saw some sleazy looking guy leaning in way too close, Chase felt his rage spike. And when the asshole dared to put his hand dangerously low on Reagan’s back, it was all Chase could do not to rip the man away from her.
“What the hell is going on?” Chase growled. Reagan’s face held a look of relief that he didn’t like at all and the slimebag had the audacity to look down his nose at Chase.
“And who might you be? Mail deliveries go to the third floor, not the executive level.” Damn even the guy’s voice had a nasally, obnoxious tone to it.
“Harris, this is my boyfriend Chase.” Reagan quickly sidestepped the man and moved close to Chase. “Chase, this is my supervisor. Harris.” Her distaste for the man was evident in her voice, but Chase knew he had to tread lightly if this was her boss.
“Got it, babe. So, Harris, why did you have your hand on my girlfriend’s ass?” he snarled and was gratified when a flash of fear crossed the other man’s face just before it was replaced with a sneer.
“You don’t know what you saw, bro.”
“I’m not your bro. And I know exactly what I saw.”
Reagan tugged on Chase’s arm urgently. “Chase, it’s fine. Let’s just go for lunch.” She fixed Harris with a stare. “We’re done, aren’t we, Harris?”
The other man looked arrogantly at Reagan before he turned back to Chase. “Yes, Miss Grant, we’re done. For now.”
Chase took a step forward, ready to punch the fucker in the face, but Reagan held him back.
“Come on, Chase,” she said quietly, then grabbed her purse. Chase let Reagan pull him toward the elevator as he seethed, trying desperately to get his anger under control at least until they were out of the building.
Once outside, Chase took over and walked Reagan swiftly to where he had parked his car. They climbed inside and he began to drive, without a destination in mind, all of his plans for a romantic lunch forgotten.
“What the fuck was that, babe? How long has he been harassing you?”
Reagan sighed softly. “Too long. I know it’s not okay; I’m trying to figure out how to handle it. But he’s right, Chase, no one else ever sees anything so it is my word against his. And let’s face it, a lowly administrative assistant is not going to be supported against the supervisor.”
Chase’s knuckles clenched the steering wheel tightly. She was right, and goddamnit he hated it.
“You’ve got to quit, Red. There is no way you can continue to work there. I don’t want to sound like some controlling caveman, but seriously, you can’t expect me to be okay with you dealing with that. Fuck, I almost punched the guy.”
Reagan’s small laugh was rueful. “I would’ve liked to see that, trust me. I can’t just quit, Chase, what will I do for work?”
