He managed to get Travis back to sleep after I take a quick shower and slip on my leggings and his shirt that fell to the bottom of my thighs. It was a white undershirt. Thank God, no pit stains. Although I don’t think he ever sweats. He was like perfection. A statue of David perfection.
I shouldn’t like that but I do. Or his cleaner really knew how to get his shirts super clean. I knew he didn’t do his own laundry. I mean, he has servants. Warner was the main man of the house. A spritely man in his fifties, who’s in charge of mostly everything. I’m pretty sure Warner is Chase’s personal secretary more than anything else. When we’re in the office he was often on the phone with him or had me email him with a list of this or that. Chase was always going to some function. He’s invited everywhere. Club openings, restaurant openings, benefits, balls—yeah, rich people had those. Right out of a freaking Regency romance novel. Which I’ve read too. Sometimes those men were just as sexy and hot as the dirty, alpha ones of romance books from the modern era. I towel dry my hair and let it fall to the middle of my back. It isn’t like he hasn’t seen me in less appealing clothes.
I left my hair down, even though I knew if I fell asleep now, my hair is going to curl and I was going to look a fright. But as of this moment, I don’t care. I’m way too tired and I’m getting grumpy.
I hung the robe up and tell myself I am so going to try that claw foot tub one day soon. I rinse out my panties and soaked shirt and hang them over the shower door—separate from the tub. Sigh. Rich people. I exit to see Chase putting Travis back in his little sleeper, pulling a blanket over his body. Chase turns and it’s as if I’m being burned alive. Surely he isn’t looking at me with interest. Ha.
He doesn’t like young women. I knew how badly I reacted to him—my breasts feel heavy and my nipples are taut—but I didn’t pay any mind. I do not want him thinking I had any interest in him. Because I don’t. I just walked to the bed, determined to finish sleeping whatever hours I had left before Travis wakes back up.
“Travis sleeping?” I finally look up and Chase is staring directly at my tits. My pussy blooms with arousal and I do my best to ignore the squeezing of my thighs as he gaze travels over my body. He really has to stop that. “I should sleep some more and in the morning we need to get him proper baby stuff, right?”
He shakes his head, as if finally coming to and he says, “Yes, of course. It’s Sunday so we can go to a baby store. We’ll figure out everything in the morning over breakfast. Yes. Sleep. Good idea. He looks down for the count.”
His voice deepens, a rough hue tinted through the chords and it tingled through my veins, warming my insides. I climb on the bed and peer over the sleeper to see Travis, cuddling deeper into sleep. He is such a cute baby. A smile spread on my lips and I look up to see Chase’s brilliant green gaze looking over me as if he is seeing me for the first time.
Ugh. My imagination is running wild with images of him pushing me down on this bed and coming over me…NOPE! Stop it, you dirty dreaming dummy.
“Good night, Mr. Mitchell—Chase.”
He nods his head and bids me goodnight then turns with one single purpose. To get the hell out of here. But I can’t help myself.
I say, “You have a beautiful voice.”
That stops him dead in his tracks as his hand had just gripped the doorknob and it tightens. “Thanks.”
Then he closes the door quietly behind him and I let out a deep, fortifying breath.
“Oh Travis. I seriously have the hots for your daddy.”
Good grief. I get comfortable under the covers again, peeking over to make sure Travis is indeed asleep before shuffling underneath the heavy blanket. I have a wild imagination and the fact I was wearing his shirt only made it run wilder. I slipped a hand beneath my leggings and between my thighs to find myself soaking wet.
I massage my clit before slipping a finger inside. My other hand brushes his shirt upward until it lays above my breasts.
I wondered if he liked what he saw. My tits are heavy and swollen. I tug and pull at my nipples imagining its Chase’s mouth sucking and pulling at the hard tips. His hands are nice and big. I wonder if what they say about feet and dicks are true. I haven’t really gotten a peek at that part of him. I am curious though; sooo curious. I can imagine him having a big, fat dick. My hands barely able to fit around the veiny shaft. Let alone my mouth. Would he make me take the whole length of him inside my mouth? Fucking my face until he shot his load down my throat?
Those muscles that rippled up his stomach and chest. His own rosy-brown nipples hard. I bet he was forceful in bed. All that sexy, alpha hotness. He’d make a woman beg him to stop but plead for him to fuck her harder. Deeper. Rougher.
Is he a rough lover? Does he like pulling hair and spanking? I bet he did. I could be his bad, naughty girl. I’d love to submit under his big, tight, forceful body. He could fuck me with that big dick any time. Any way he wanted.
Just a bit harder.
“Fuck me, Mr. Mitchell. Make me take that big dick up my tight cunt. Take my virginity, Chase. Take my pussy, boss. It’s soaking wet for you.”
I’m moaning; whimpering and so close and I imagine him fucking me hard as he calls me some sexy, vulgar name. Jerking his dick into me until he comes deep inside of me.
“Yes! God, yes.”
I come, my body winding tightly until I peak and my body begins melting in a puddle of jelly.
Fucking hell. He could make me come like no one’s business. And that’s just with my hand. How much better would it be with Mr. GNR?
I lift the covers off me and take a deep breath as cool air hits me. I feel way better though and slept soundly for the next few hours. Until a heavy knock woke us both up.
I sit up, and Travis begins squirming around and just as he begins to cry, I pick him up and kiss his little cheeks before blowing raspberries against his neck making him giggle.
"Such a good boy. Who do you think that is?"
Another hard, more persistent knock came and I said come in as I lay Travis down in front of me, grabbing the baby things to change him into a new diaper. Chase comes in, freshly showered—oh, god his hair was wet and dripping onto his shirt and that was sexy as fuck, gah! Stop it. He’s wearing converse shoes—I wonder if was old school and wore high tops—and a pair of jeans that look worn but new and they rested against his thighs and cupping over an impressive cock that made me squirm in my spot since I still felt my pussy tingling after fingering myself earlier. Is he hard? That might be awkward right now. A plain white button up sans tie—sucky—adorns his chest just right. He could so tie me up with one of those purple ties. Geez, Mad, you have his son in your arms for crissakes. Hell, we so need to get this child a crib and keep him in the room Chase suggested instead of keeping him in here like I should…I definitely need to have privacy the longer I stay at this house. My pussy is on fire with the need to come so hard I squirt my juices all over the mattress. His mattress. With him looking at me as I squirt, his eyes drinking me up before he kneels between my legs and eats my cunt until I’m shoving his face into my pussy making him lick me clean.
Stop it! You're such a tramp, Mad. Then I turn back to Travis and begin changing him. Cleaning a baby's bottom might give me new perspective. Anything to get my mind of my boss's dick and being tied up to his probably billion dollar king size bed.
"Good morning."
Travis wiggles like a worm as I change him and I look for a new onesie to put on him. It takes me longer than I expected since he moved around a lot and then began to get fussy.
"Morning. Could you grab a bottle of water and then scoop one formula inside?"
"Yes, certainly." Mr. Mitchell hurried to do as I ask and in no time I’m cradling Travis in my arms and he was sucking hungrily at the bottle.
"Good boy, so hungry. Drink up, Trav, there's more where that came from."
"And you know nothing about babies, huh?"
"Nope. Not at all."
"Well, he certainly likes you. He didn't stop crying with me. Feeding, carrying, and changing him. Nothing."
"He just might not be used to man, Mr. Mitchell."
"Chase."
"Yes, Chase. I'm sure it won't take long as long as you take some time to hang out with him. He'll warm up to you."
"It didn't take him long to fall all over you."
"Sorry to tell you this, Chase. But I'm a woman."
"Yeah. What does that have to do with anything??"
"I have tits."
And naturally, his eyes go right down to my chest, zeroing in on the hard tips. Then his eyes flash back to mine with irritation. I turn back to Travis and giggle. “Seems like daddy just realized I’m a female.” Travis smiles and I gasp.
“Look Chase! He’s smiling!”
I turn the baby towards Chase and he looks over at his son with wonder and amazement. I can tell he wanted to be a good dad even from here. He might have only had him twenty-four hours but Chase is an honorable, proud, loyal man. He wants this child. If that look is anything to go by, he will never give up this child.
Chase came around the bed and knelt down, smiling at his son like he was discovering something new. Just like Travis was. He looks at Chase with a shy, unsure gaze and looks back at me with uncertainty and his eyes begin watering, the water-works coming full force.
I could see Chase’s jaw tighten as if he hates the idea of his son not wanting him. As if earlier this morning is suddenly wiped away.
“Sing.” I whisper at the side of my mouth.
Chase looks over at me and I swear, that same unsure look gazes back at me. I nod just as Travis begins to cry in earnest. I sigh and grab at Chase’s bicep—sigh, so strong—and pull him up on the bed as I scoot over.
“Don’t tell me what to do. Don’t tell me what to say. When I go out with you, don’t put me on display.” I elbow Chase and he begins to hum. After a few bars, Travis is content and it’s time to feed him.
“He’s probably hungry. You hungry, little man? Is it time to eat? Come on, honey. Maddy needs to get up, and I’m going to put you in daddy’s arms while I go to the restroom. Okay? I’ll be right back.”
I know he doesn’t understand me but I still feel like reassuring him somehow. It made me wonder how his birth-mother treated him. He looked healthy enough. Happy. Why didn’t she want him? Hell, Chase probably would have married her if she told him to. That’s what confused me so much. Why would she wait until now to bring him into Chase’s life? Questions for another day since I doubt Chase is going to open up about it. He must have known the woman long enough to have sex with her though. Or maybe it was a one night stand. I peek up at him through the corners of my eyes and thought about it. Yeah. I could imagine him having one night stands.
I bet he is a dirty boy in bed. At least that’s how he is in my head. Ugh. It would so suck if he ended up being some proper, only missionary style kind of guy. I’m well-read. I want to try it all. One day. Maybe not with Chase—although that is still a hot as hell fantasy—but with another man. The man that was going to sweep me off my feet.
Get off it, sister. Never going to happen with this man. Keep him locked in that sexy little masturbation box of imagination you have and move on. Sighing, I deposit Travis into Chase’s arms as he stands and I slip out from beneath the covers.
“I’ll just be a sec.”
I go to the bathroom, do my business and then look in the mirror. “Holy hell! Shit.” Crap. I totally forgot to braid my hair. Dear Jesus. No man would dare have sex with the likes of me. My hair went completely wild during sleep. Curly with enough volume to almost be surround sound. The hair tie must have slipped off during my sleep.
“What’s wrong?” Chase’s voice came through the door and I look around for something to contain the mass set of curls framing my face. Nothing. His granny didn’t leave anything. I looked through drawers and the closet. Nothing.
I open the door and this wide eyed stare looks back at me. “My hair!”
His gaze focused there and then back to my face. “What about it?”
I gave him my best ‘ARE you serious’ face and walk around him. “My hair tie must have come out. My hair gets crazy curly if I sleep with it wet. I look like some crazy person. And the bathroom had nothing to fix it with. Did you grandmother not ever do her hair?”
“She used that,” he says, pointing to a pretty little desk-type thing that had a mirror. “It’s a vanity. And you look fine. I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”
Then with Travis in his arms he turns and walks towards the door, opening it and waiting. I debated whether I should search for my hair tie or look to see if there’s something to use from the pretty vanity in the corner of the bedroom.
“Madeline. Let’s eat, female. Man is hungry.”
I snorted at his attempt at a joke. “Is that supposed to be funny?”
“Yes. Now listen and come.” If he so wanted me to…I so will. Again. I smirk and his brows raised in question. “What’s that look for?”
“Nothing. I’m suddenly so hungry. Let me get his bottle—
“We have all that downstairs. Now, Madeline.”
I walk to the nightstand and pick up my phone. Determined he was not going to tell me what to do. That I am going to go to him when I feel like it. Then I walk slowly around the bed and walk to him. “I’ll take him, Chase.”
“I have him well at hand. Please, after you.”