The plane roars to a stop. Taye and I spent six wonderful hours talking about everything from his crazy kids and wife, Melody, to my wild friends and their constant shenanigans. We spent only a little going over our meeting with our donor prospect, Theodore Vandegren. The seatbelt signs are off, and the captain makes his appearance.

“Ms. Callahan, so nice to see you again,” he says.

“You too. Another excellent flight and perfect landing.” I beam and shake the man’s hand.

Taye and I make our way out of the plane, and true to Chase’s word, Jack Porter is standing next to the limo, awaiting our arrival. He grabs our bags and starts for the trunk.

“Afternoon, Jack,” I say over the noise from the airplanes.

“Ms. Callahan. Glad to see you arrived safely. Mr. Davis will be pleased. He’s anxious for your arrival.” I see a hint of a grin at the corner of his stern face.

Taye and I settle into the limo. “Must be nice having a boyfriend with such frills. Mel was shocked that we were flying in a private jet and being taken to the hotel in a limo.”

I smile. Taye’s truly in awe of such luxury. It still blows me away, too. “I’m not used to it either, but it comes with the man, so I deal with it.” I point at Jack. “It also comes with a 24-7 linebacker,” I say loud enough for Jack to hear.

Jack rolls up the privacy screen. The man ruffles my feathers more often than not. He has decided he doesn’t want to like me, and it irks me. Everyone likes me. The people pleaser in me is frustrated that he’s such a tough nut to crack. I’m committed to winning him over. One day, Jack Porter will be my friend, or at the very least, friendly toward me.

“That’s got to get to a woman like you,” Taye says knowingly.

Ever since Justin, I pride myself on being able to take care of myself. I don’t need a man to take care of me, but I want Chase. And Chase is a man who needs to take care of his woman. So I deal.

“It does, but I’ve gotten used to it. Chase has to deal with the possibility of people wanting to hurt him. I give them a unique way to hurt him, so he’s overly protective of me. Plus, after what happened on our last business trip, he’s not taking any chances.” I rub the scar over my eye that hasn’t quite gone away. Chase says he’ll have it removed permanently if it continues to bother me. He hates seeing it as much as I do. Not because it mars my looks, but because of what it stands for. Same with the jagged one on my hip. He wants it gone, but I refuse. I need the reminder of what I’ve survived.

“Good man. You know how I feel about you, girl. You’re like my own daughter. Sounds like he knows a good woman when he sees one.” He smiles and pats my knee.

Over the past couple years, I’ve grown attached to Taye. He truly is like the father I never had. He’s kind, considerate, and genuinely cares about me and my life.

“Thanks, Taye.” I look out the window as the limo comes to a halt outside a huge hotel. The bellman opens the door, and Taye gets out. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon before our dinner. Meet in the lobby around four?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’d ask you to meet me for dinner but I’m pretty sure that boy of yours has plans for you.” He shakes his head, laughs, and heads into the hotel.

Jack pulls the limo out into the busy New York City streets. I press the down button on the privacy screen. “Where we headed, Jack?”

“Park Avenue,” he says flatly.

It takes everything I have not to burst out the theme song for Green Acres. Where else would a billionaire live? With effort, I refrain from rolling my eyes and peer out the window.

Down the entire length of the avenue is a median with lush flowers and small trees lending to its name. Despite the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, there is a Zen-like flow to the traffic. The greenery dissecting through the cars going in opposite direction is lovely in its yin and yang quality of movement. I’m taken out of my reverie by the ping from my cell phone. I can’t believe that man. He’s so anxious! I look down at the display and frown at the unknown number.

That’s strange. I click on the “Unknown” name and not even a number pops up. Who’s waiting for me? I wonder if one of the girls got a new phone. I decide to respond quickly.

That should help me figure out the mystery caller. The phone pings, and I look down. The hair on my neck stands on end and my stomach twists.

Chase has got to be messing with me, pranking me. It has been three days since I felt his embrace. I shake off the weird vibe, sure it’s nothing. Probably a wrong number. No need to get worked up over nothing. Besides, I’m about to see Chase. Excitement swells and lies heavily between my thighs. When Jack stops the car, I hop out before he can open the door. He frowns and proceeds to grab my bags.

“You may go on in. Use the elevator.” He gestures to where the doorman is holding open the door.

The doorman tips his hat as I walk through. My legs feel weak with anticipation.

“Which floor?” I ask Jack over my shoulder, too excited to completely stop and wait for him. I turn when he doesn’t respond.

Jack looks at me with disdain. “The penthouse, Ms. Callahan. Use your thumb. It’s the same drill as back home.”

I scowl and pop my hands on both hips. Dramatic effect is necessary to get this point across. “You needn’t be such a jerk about it!”

His eyebrows go up, and the doorman chokes back a laugh. Him I like. I smile at him and saunter into the elevator.

I put my thumb on the screen and wait for the scan to finish and the green light to beep. Every time, it’s still incredibly cool, and it works even three thousand miles away! The doors close, and the elevator starts its ascent to the top floor. I have to figure out a way to win Jack over. This tension between us is thick as Texas toast and not as yummy.

I adjust my skirt, making sure everything is in place. With Chase in mind, I chose a simple black A-line skirt that flows out at the knee. I’ve paired it with a silk cream-colored buttoned sleeveless blouse. I take off my fitted chocolate-colored blazer and hang it over my arm. I’m feverish with anticipation of seeing Chase. My hair is pulled up into a chignon, held there with one long dainty clip through the center of the swirl. I look down at my feet and thank the shoe gods for these sky-high sexy strappy heels. They are going to make Chase weak at the knees. My toes are painted a perfect pale pink. A trip to the salon yesterday made sure my entire body was buffed, exfoliated, and waxed. I wanted to be sure there are no rough edges, only soft, smooth planes. I can’t wait to rub them along every ridged surface of my man’s body.

The elevator doors open, and I lose the ability to breathe. He’s there waiting for me. The man who has taken over every fantasy and dream for the last three nights. He leans against the opposite wall, arms folded, dress shirt pulling at his muscular arms. His dress slacks are navy and hang low on his delectable hips. He’s not wearing a tie, and the first three buttons are open, giving me a hint of his beautiful chest. I look into his eyes. They are smoldering, no longer ocean blue but a smoky gray.

With as much grace and elegance as I can muster, I saunter over to him slowly and drop my purse and jacket to the ground. I stop a foot in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his much larger frame. Even when I’m in four-inch heels, Chase towers over me. I take a deep breath, and his sandalwood and citrus scent assails my senses, filling me with incredible want and need. I lick my lips slowly, and it’s over. He moves lightning fast. Strong hands grip my waist and haul me against him. His hands slide up my back and around my neck. Chase’s lips assault mine in a fiery ball of desire, his slippery tongue invading my mouth. His taste beckons me, surrounds me, and holds me to him. It is like being enveloped in a hot bath. I’m lost in the sensation.

He pulls his lips from mine and drags them along my neck. “Jesus, baby, I missed you.”

His breath is hot against my earlobe sending the little hairs on the back of my neck to stand up with excitement. Sharp teeth clamp on the tender flesh at my pulse point, eliciting a tremor that goes straight to my core.

I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel as his tongue slides along my clavicle, making me lose all train of thought. The buttons on my blouse are magically undone, and his large hands squeeze and test the weight of my breasts. They swell, my nipples pebble, engorged with the need to be touched. His fingers make quick work of the front clasp of my bra, and his mouth engulfs an aching peak. Closing my eyes, I’m assaulted by his hot, feral desire and pure want. It zips through my body like lightning.

“God, Chase,” I moan, mentally congratulating myself for having the foresight to wear a front-opening bra.

He clamps his teeth down on the tender flesh, and I cry out in pure ecstasy. My fingers weave into his hair, and I arch my breast into his mouth harder. He growls his appreciation, ravenously taking the offering.

In two quick moves, he reverses our positions. My back is now against the wall, and his solid flesh presses hard against mine. I deftly undo the remaining buttons on his dress shirt and scrape my nails along the open expanse of golden male skin. Two hands slide up my skirt and fasten against my bare bottom.

“Oh, good girl, you take direction so well.” He grips my bare ass and hauls me higher against the wall, as he presses his turgid length against my center in the perfect position. “You deserve to be rewarded,” he says against my open mouth. He grinds his erection against my bare sex.

It ignites a fire in me so deep I clench my legs tightly around his waist and lick into his mouth, sealing our lips in a searing kiss.

I pull away roughly from his swollen lips. “Fuck me, Chase. I can’t wait another minute.”

He grinds his ridged cock against me again, making me spiral out of control with lust. I squeeze his waist with the power of my thigh muscles and tip my pelvis against his erection, trying for more pressure. For more of anything to relieve the torturous ache three days bereft of Chase can do to a woman. My heels dig into the tender flesh of his lower back, and he groans.

“Baby, I love it when you beg me to fill you.” He holds me up with one hand and unbuttons his pants. They slide down his legs and his engorged cock is free. He cups my bottom. In one swift move, he’s tilted his pelvis and pulled my hips down on his cock, embedding himself, stretching the walls of my pussy wide, plundering so deep my head slams back against the wall.

“Ahhh, God, Chase,” I scream in sweet relief. I can’t even remember what life was like before feeling this full, this complete.

The elevator pings, and we both stop moving. The hair on my neck stands in the scary way when you know someone is watching you. Our breaths sound overly loud as we pant in the quiet space. I hide my face in the crook of Chase’s neck—my haven, the place I go to find solace.

Chase turns his head toward the intruder.

“Guess I should have waited a little longer to come up,” Jack says. He opens the door next to us and disappears quickly.

Chase laughs and picks up right where he left off, pulling his hips back and slamming into me.

Before I can comprehend that Jack just caught Chase balls deep inside me, his hips move faster. With strong thrusts, he presses me into the wall, my back grating along the smooth edge. Twinges of pain slip along the surface but die out instantly with another delicious move of his hips into my center. Every thrust makes me forget that we were just caught in a compromising position, and I give into the passion between us. It’s been too long since we were together. Three days feels like three years when a sex god like Chase Davis is fucking you.

Chase captures my lips. Our tongues tango, our lips nip at one another, and our teeth bite and graze on warm flesh. He picks up his rhythm, pounding into me. I welcome each push of his hips with a tilt of my own, allowing each thrust to penetrate against my tender bundle of nerves. He grinds and presses into me so deep and with so much force, it’s like he’s physically squeezing and pulling my release from me by sheer will alone. My body goes tight, a top wound too tight and ready to spin. One more crush of his pelvis against my clit and I cry out, screaming a litany of expletives in my pleasure. He continues to batter me roughly, pressing so hard it’s as if he’s reaching into my soul.

“Again, baby, give it to me again,” he whispers in my ear. His teeth clench down on my shoulder.

And just when I think I can’t possibly feel the pleasure again so quickly, he shifts me higher, and the new position presses his thick cock perfectly against that miracle spot within my core. I arch into it greedily, practically climbing up his body, bouncing on him like a pogo stick, using his shoulders for leverage. He fucks me so hard the texture of the wall behind us abrades my skin. Only instead of hurting, the tiny sparks of pain push me further into the abyss.

“That’s right, baby. I want it. You come for me, only me,” he urges with a particular deep stroke that crushes my clit between our bodies.

My mind is thick with lust. I forget everything but being with him and receiving the pleasure he gives me. My entire body is aflame. I can do nothing but obey his command.

He jackhammers into me. I hear the wet noise of our bodies coming together and pulling apart with each penetration and twist of his hips. Finally, he shows me mercy, slipping a hand between us and pressing my clit with the pad of his thumb in tight dizzying circles. I go crazy and practically squeeze the life out of him with the strength of my thighs. He bites my lips, capturing my attention. My eyes meet his in a silent command. I come so hard I lose all sense of hearing. Chase’s mouth moves, but I can’t hear anything. I just see his beautiful eyes as they swirl with feral hunger. My body and mind focus on the apex between my thighs where his length is ramming into me, over and over as his fingers spin me into sweet oblivion. The second orgasm rolls into a third. He’s relentless. I’m completely limp as he tortures me with his pounding cock, twirling fingers, and blessed mouth.

I scream when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. I regain awareness the moment Chase loses it. His body strung as tight as a drum, muscles flex and ripple as he releases his essence into me, holding my hips in a bruising grip. I can feel every tingle, every twinge of his cock as he muffles his cry into the crook of my neck. Beautiful oblivion. God, I love him.

Once we catch our breath, I unwind my legs from his waist. He kisses me with such passion that I want to scale his body and ride him again, but I’m exhausted. He stares deep into my eyes as he holds my shoulders and cups my neck. He lays his forehead against mine.

“Too many days without you. I don’t like it.”

“I missed you too, big guy,” I tell him and kiss his nose.

He grins from ear to ear. “Come on, I have dinner being made for us by a world renowned chef.” He pulls his pants up and in place. “We have time to take a shower, and you can put on something more comfortable.”

“What’s more comfortable than this?” I ask, knowing the answer but enjoying playing with him.

“I was thinking a saucy little number I left waiting on the bed would be perfect for this evening,” he retorts.

“I highly doubt the lingerie you had Dana buy me is ideal for eating a world renowned chef’s meal,” I counter.

“I actually picked out the piece and bought it for you myself when I was in Toronto,” he tells me. “It comes with a perfectly appropriate robe, and I’d like you to wear it.”

I grip his arm and rub my head against his shoulder. “Anything for you, baby,” I whisper and kiss his neck.

He holds open the door and we enter arm in arm.

We walk through the spacious apartment. It is completely different from his home in San Francisco. This one is much colder. The floors are white marble. Every wall except one is stark white with black-and-white photos hanging throughout the space. The accent wall is a bright color. The wall closest is a royal blue with an image hanging dead center. A canary-yellow wall off in the distance has photographs of random objects—the wheel of a car, the front of a train, the window of a plane. This place is not at all like the Chase I know and love. His home in San Francisco is filled with books and trinkets from his travels and feels warm and inviting. This seems like a museum.

“Did you design this house?”

“A friend of mine did. I hate it actually, but I didn’t have the heart to change it. I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” he admits dryly.

I knew the man had a heart, but he takes friendly consideration a little too far. Instead of raining on his parade, I figure it’s probably best to leave it alone and follow him to his room.

We take a long, hot shower, reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies now that the initial need has been slaked. I inspect the black lingerie Chase picked out for me. It’s beautiful and very tasteful. A lacy spaghetti-strapped camisole with high-cut matching lace shorts. The satin robe that goes with it is floor length and covers me from shoulders to ankles. I quickly put the lingerie on, and it fits like a glove. He has an uncanny ability to size me.

Once I’m dressed, I brush the tangles from my wet hair. Chase comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me. He inhales against the crook of my neck and layers the skin with tiny kisses.

“You always smell and feel so good.”

“Thank you. Now about that dinner? I’m starving.” I puff out my bottom lip and turn in a circle, clasping him around the waist. He’s wearing pajama pants that look suspiciously similar to the ensemble he laid out for me. Chase nibbles on my lip before pulling away.

“After you, my sweet.”

He gestures for me to lead the way even though I’m not at all certain where we’re going. My sweet? Another new one. I smile. Eventually he takes the lead, clasping my hand and bringing me to a dining room. Another boring white room with black-and-white images of objects gracing the walls. Only these images are worse. An old-fashioned milk jug, a fruit bowl, and a picture of mismatched place setting. Chase really needs to have a chat with that designer.

The chef he hired definitely earns his status as being world renowned. Every bite is better than the last, and I feel as though I could die a happy woman now that I’ve consumed an incredible meal and been thoroughly pleased by my man.

“Who are you prospecting tomorrow?” Chase asks around a bite of fresh bread.

I sip my wine and hold it on my tongue for a moment, appreciating the thick berry notes. “Theodore Vandegren.”

He narrows his eye.

“Taye has a friend of a friend of a friend who got us the meeting,” I say, unable to hide my excitement over my first donor visit.

“You’re not meeting with Theo, Gillian,” Chase says stiffly.

Alarm bells flare, and I lift an eyebrow, waiting for him to rephrase his command. He doesn’t.

“What do you mean I’m not meeting with him? Do you know him?”

He nods. “Theo is a business associate. He probably agreed to the meeting because he knows I’m the chairman, and it’s my foundation.”

“So what’s the problem? Taye says he’s incredibly wealthy and gives to a lot of charities. We’d be lucky to secure him as a major donor, Chase.” I place a hand over his arm to remind him of the reason I’m meeting with this man.

“Theo is a player. He will get one look at you and make every effort to woo you and get into your pants. I won’t have it.” He takes a sip of wine and puts down his fork. It clangs loudly against his plate. He turns toward me, arms crossed over his chest.

I lick my lips and take a deep breath. I’ve learned a thing or two about Chase over the past few months. When he feels threatened by a man who he believes may have interest in me, he gets extremely unreasonable. I’ve given him no indication that I would ever want anyone else, but something inside him drives this jealousy. Eventually I have to get to the bottom of it. For now, I need to remind him of his place.

“You don’t get to decide who I see professionally. You’re my boyfriend, not my boss. You agreed to not get involved in my job any more than you already have,” I remind him, trying to be reasonable.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, and that sexy jaw, the one that delectably abraded my skin just an hour ago, becomes hard.

“Remember, if this is going to work between us, you’re going to let me do my job. There are things you can’t protect me from.”

“The hell there are!” he says, angrily. “That man will do everything in his power to fuck you. I know his tastes well, Gillian. I used to have them.”

I grip his arm, forcing him to unwind from his defensive position with them crossed over his chest. I put his hand in both of mine. His thumb instantly traces his favorite pattern over the top of my hand. That’s it. My lovable Chase is coming around. Touching me always helps. I grin internally, not wanting him to know I have my own way to secretly soothe him.

“I’ll be there with Taye. I have to learn, and the foundation is paying me to be here. Now, I’d prefer we not discuss this further and enjoy the rest of our evening.”

Chase grips my hand. “Fine, but Jack will take you and wait outside the restaurant until it’s time for you to leave and bring you back to me.” His tone is back to being demanding and unrelenting. It’s the best compromise I’m going to get and the only way to salvage the evening.

“Deal.” I smile.

He takes a deep cleansing breath, irritation twisting his features. “How’s your food?”

I can tell that it took every bit of control he had to control his response. It makes me ridiculously happy to know that I’m getting through to him. He’s finally starting to trust our place in each other’s lives and realize that I’m not going anywhere. I haven’t run since the day I was granted my promotion. And now, there’s nothing that could ever make me run from him.

* * *

I shake Theodore Vandegren’s hand. It’s clammy and instantly gives me the creeps. He’s tall, thin, and very handsome. Nothing like my personal Superman, but drool-worthy to the right woman. His smile is charming, and I see why Chase would be worried. This man oozes sex from the white suit to his bedroom eyes. Even his blond hair is tousled in layers.

He roams my body with his gaze from tip to toe and back again, landing on my breasts. They stay there much longer than is appropriate. The black cocktail dress I wore is the least revealing of the items I brought with me. Chase rummaged through all of my clothes and insisted on it, right after making a call to Dana about ordering me a new wardrobe to be added to the New York apartment. The dress falls delicately to the knee, covers most of my bosom, leaving only a small swath of skin to feast on. However, it still hugs my curves in a way that makes me feel young, sexy, and professional.

Throughout dinner, Theodore stares at me, blatantly disregarding Taye’s presence. He’s officially a world-class rich scumbag. I sit quietly, trying not to give the impression I’m interested in anything more than his donation.

“I’m a very busy man, Mr. Jefferson. Can you get to the point?” he says to Taye while looking at me.

I wish I weren’t here. Chase was right. I vaguely hear Taye give his spiel and ask for the charitable donation. Theodore waves off Taye, forcing him to stop talking. “Look, Mr. Jefferson, I will give the Foundation twenty-five thousand dollars if this lovely young lady will accompany me for an after-dinner drink…alone. I’ll hand the check to Ms. Callahan tonight.”

Twenty-five thousand dollars for a drink? The man is bat-shit crazy, but whatever floats his boat. “Okay,” I say confidently with a shrug.

Taye furrows his eyebrows, and a frown mars his face. “Gillian, are you sure? You don’t have to,” he says.

A drink can’t hurt. There really doesn’t seem to be anything nefarious about him besides being slimy and a bit forward. “I’m fine. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say to Taye. “You can have Jack take you back to the hotel.

He stands and walks out of the restaurant. I can see through the window that he says something to Jack. Jack shakes his head and gets into the front seat of the limo. Taye then raises his hand for a taxi.

I watch Theodore, not knowing really what to say. The waiter brings over a bottle of wine and fills our glasses.

My cell phone pings. “Excuse me.”

To: Gillian Callahan

From: Chase Davis

Why are you alone with him? Jack tells me Jefferson left, and you haven’t come out to the car.

I ignore Chase’s text, slip the phone back into my purse, and click the “silent mode” button before stowing it away. The man has to learn to trust me.

Twenty minutes and two cocktails later, I’ve listened to Theodore drone on and on about his success, his money, his Ferrari, and I couldn’t be more bored. He stands, and I stand with him, ready to get back to my control freak before he blows a gasket. I can only imagine how many texts await me when I get back into the limo to check.

As we exit the hotel restaurant, Theodore grips my elbow and leads me toward the bank of elevators. I try to pull away but his grip is firm. “Come on, sweetheart. I need to give you that twenty-five thousand dollar check. While I’m writing it, you can remove your dress. Save us a little time.”

“What?” I yank my arm from his clammy grasp. He thinks I’m going to bed him because he donated to our charity? The warning bells clang loud, only I wish they had gone off sooner. Shit! Chase was right.

“That’s right. I give, you give. If you’re good at giving to me, honey, I’ll make sure your boss knows how convincing you are and donate more.” He pulls me against his chest and grips my hip roughly. He drags his chin along my neck and bites the skin hard.

Chills race along my spine, and my chest tightens. Panic starting to tickle the sense.

“But you need to get down on your knees first and get to work,” he says smugly.

He’s holding me so tight I’m certain I’ll have bruises. The skin around my bicep feels pinched and swollen as I pull hard away from him, just enough that I’m able to pull my leg back and bring my knee up into his crotch. He screams and falls back, but not enough that he lets go of his hold on me. Just as he’s trying to drag me toward him, a firm arm around the waist yanks me backwards. I’m catapulted back a few feet as a fist comes out of nowhere and connects with Theodore’s face. He falls to the ground in a heap, shouting in pain. Blood pours from his nose, a stark contrast to his white suit.

“Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, Theo. I’ll only tell you once,” Chase yells, his face red, cheeks puffed with anger. That sexy jaw is working overtime, the tic clicking away like a clock.

Momentarily, I’m stunned by his presence. I didn’t even see him come up behind us. Chase’s anger is palpable as he hovers over Theodore’s prone form. Then I realize I’m still being held back with a firm arm around my waist. Taking a peek over my shoulder, I realize it’s Jack. His arm locks around my waist and he’s not moving.

Theo looks up at Chase, recognition dawning on him. His features turn arrogant as his eyebrow perks up and his lips quirk into a sly grin.

“How was I supposed to know that hot piece of ass was yours?” His voice is nasal as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Chase lunges for him again, fingers around his neck.

“Hey, man, okay, okay. She wasn’t wearing a ring or a sign around her neck that says she belongs to Chase Davis. Give me a fucking break!” He grips Chase’s hands and pushes him off.

Chase heaves as Theodore backs against the wall, putting some serious distance between them.

“Never again, Theo. She’s mine.” In a few steps, Chase assesses me, his gaze zeroing in on the red imprint marring my arm. With reverence, he cups my chin, lifts it, and turns my head to the side. He caresses the sensitive skin where Theodore bit me.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” he growls.

“Baby, no,” I whisper. “Take me home.” I lift my arms to the beautiful face of the man I adore.

Chase clasps my hand, turns me around, and hugs me to his side as he leads us towards the exit. He has absolutely no concern for the man he left bleeding all over himself.

I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what just happened and how Chase made it to the restaurant so quickly when my knight in shining rayon forcefully pushes me into the limo. I slide in spastically. He settles me into my seat. Chase slams the door and turns to me. His eyes are black, hungry, and filled with lust.

I hear the privacy screen roll up as I scrutinize the giant bulge in his pants.

“Your underwear. Off. Now!” he demands.

I’ve never heard this tone from him before. His nostrils flare, and his eyes narrow, their depths an inky onyx color. Quickly I hike up my dress and shimmy out of my underwear. Excitement and fear a hazy line he’s making me walk. With jerky movements, he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down. His cock appears fully erect and bulging. The tiny slit at the top weeps. A pearly drop sits at the crown of his massive erection. My mouth waters at the sight, and I want nothing more than to take his fullness into my mouth and taste his need. When his pants are around his ankles, he hauls me onto his lap. In one second flat he powers into me, sheathed to the hilt. I scream out, the pleasure and pain of his entry coalescing into one.

“Fuck!” he groans.

I’m not prepared for his penetration. There is no foreplay or kisses, just his carnal need to mate. After the burning sensation of his rough entry wears off, I slide up and down his length, rocking slowly. I grip him with my internal muscles and grab hold of his shoulders for leverage. He searches me with his gaze as if he’s memorizing every facet of my face. Then he smashes our lips together in a brutal kiss, one hand holding my nape close. He pulls back and bites and nips down my neck.

His words are a chant against the tender skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says while he bites, licks, and sucks on the skin he can reach.

There’s the man I know. There’s my Chase. He grips my waist, pushing me up and slamming me down on his cock in punishing thrusts. The rough pleasure of this coupling is unlike anything we’ve had before. Something about his need is feral, animalistic, stripping him down to want and need. All of which seem to be one thing—me.

“You’re fucking mine!” he says through gritted teeth, his jaw tight. “Do you understand?” He jackknifes his hips up, going impossibly deep.

I scream out in pure ecstasy, climbing to the crest and falling over the edge.

“Say it!” he demands with another harsh thrust.

I cry out, lost in a never-ending orgasm. “I’m yours, Chase. Always, yours.” Tears prick at my eyes. “I love you, Chase. I love you,” I scream as he thrusts deeper and deeper. I lean back and rest my hands on his knees behind me, changing the angle, allowing him more access to penetrate farther. He moans and presses hard into me. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. His cock is rock hard as it pounds into me. I can feel every steely inch of him drag along the tender inflamed tissue inside.

“Come, baby. Come again for me,” he says in a tone I recognize, one as intimate as my own voice.

I come long and slow, my sex tightening in leisurely pulls against his length, tipping him over the edge with me.

Lying against his chest, I wait for the storm to pass. He caresses my back in lazy circles, but he doesn’t speak.

“What just happened, Chase?” I whisper against his chest. This sexual encounter was rife with anger and possession.

“I lost control.”