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“Would you like to come?”
He smiles suggestively. “Maybe later,” he replies to the implication, “but I would like to join you for dinner; thank you for asking.”
The elevator opens, and there are two colleagues of Dr. Pearce’s already in the car. He retreats to one side while I go to the other. In the lobby, he lets me out first and stops to speak with one of the men. I continue to walk out of the building, but stop to wait outside on one of the benches.
I can see him through the glass, still having a conversation, and I’m not sure if I should go home or wait. I don’t want to cause any miscommunications. A few seconds pass before I decide to start walking, figuring he’d text or call me when he’s free. I’m a couple of blocks down when I get a text from him asking where I am. I call him to let him know I’m two blocks ahead. Stopping, I wait for him to catch up, and when he does, he asks why I left.
“I wasn’t sure if I should wait around. It’s not exactly safe for us to be seen together.”
He agrees it was a smart decision, and I’m amazed he praises me for it. I wonder if he’s slipping into Chase mode or he’s if still Dr. Pearce.
“Let’s take a cab. I need to change before we go to my sister’s.”
“Sure, let me hail one.”
It takes a few minutes in the Friday traffic to get a taxi to stop for us, but once they do, and we’re inside, Chase cups my chin so he can kiss me. His lips are soft, and I regret agreeing to dinner when he pulls away to look at me.
“Do we have time before we go to Lexi’s?” He’s clearly on the same wavelength.
I shake my head, and his expression drops, disappointed. I’m this close to calling her and letting her know that I won’t be over, but I can’t do it. It wouldn’t be right to cancel last minute. I know what Chase is driving at since I want him just as much, but we will have to endure.
At my apartment, Chase follows me into my bedroom, kicks off his shoes, and reclines on my bed. I head into the closet to change out of my dress. Pulling on a pair of black jeans, I then slip on a blouse and button it up as I walk back into my bedroom. Chase watches me, and I’m not completely sure, but his breathing seems to be faster.
“I want to see your bra. Open your shirt,” he commands as he raises himself.
I pull the front of my shirt open so he can take in my black lace and satin bra. The cups are thin, and my nipples had already hardened at his command. He stands purposefully and comes over to me, palming my breasts.
“We don’t have time,” I mutter.
“Are you sure? I can fuck you and make you come in five minutes.”
My belly tightens, and my core begins to heat up. Oh, I want to say yes so badly. Gently, he pushes the cups of my bra up and over my flesh so he can knead my breasts.
“Megan? You haven’t answered my question.”
Fuck it. We’re going to be late, but I needed him inside me. In answer, I reach down and undo his belt, struggling to open his pants. His erection strains against his boxers, and I slip my hand into the waistband to massage the head. He gasps at my touch and pushes his pants and boxers off his hips.
“Take your jeans off,” he orders.
I wiggle out of them, kicking them off my feet as fast as possible. As soon as I’m pressed against him, Chase reaches between my legs and cups my sex.
“Your panties are wet, Miss Stanford.”
He wrenches the panel to the side and slips his fingers in between my slick folds, then withdraws them to taste me. I go weak in the knees.
“Oh God, I wish we had more time,” Chase says.
I do, too, because I can only imagine what he could do with his tongue. The next thing I know, he’s twisting my panties in his fist, and I feel a snap against my hip. The ruined fabric flutters down one leg as the waistband tears away. They were one of my favorite pairs, but I don’t care at this point.
My bra cups have been pushed high and are pressed against my neck as Chase sucks my nipples and roughly fondles my breasts. I don’t want that, though. I want him to fuck me. Backing me up, he pushes me against the wall, using it to steady me as he picks my legs up to wrap around his waist. Beneath his sweater, I can feel the ripple of muscles across his shoulders.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls as he lowers me onto his cock. It feels like hot steel as he enters, stretching, filling me. The slide of him in me is exquisite—my burning flesh against his. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this.
He secures his hands under my ass and begins to rock his hips. His lips press against mine, and his tongue invades my mouth, mirroring the thrust of his cock. Moaning, I reach between us so I can rub my clit. Chase removes his mouth from mine, his breath fanning over my skin as he moves to suck on my neck.
All my senses are stimulated. Briefly, I stop touching myself so I can better grip his shoulders. I’m so tight around his cock that even without clitoral stimulation, I can feel my orgasm building. I don’t want the ecstasy to end, but there is no way for me to stop the inevitable.
As I explode, spasming around him, I scream his name. Chase again presses me against the wall hard and, after several upward thrusts, empties into me. In the afterglow, I’m weak and sated. I could stay here all night in Chase’s arms as he holds me against him. Working all my muscles, I managed to keep my feet locked around his back.
