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“I would have done what I could. I love you, Chase.”
I want to finish what I started, but he has other ideas as he pushes me back onto the bed. His mouth latches onto one of my nipples, and he sucks hard over the tightened bud. Alternating, he does the same to the other, causing me to moan his name.
I hope that he continues his kisses lower, but instead, he plants his hands on either side of my body and works his way up to my mouth. His hot tongue spears through my lips, exploring me. I grasp his thick hair at the nape of his neck and give it a gentle tug, caught up in how much I love this beautiful man with all my heart.
“I need you,” I moan.
He replies, “I want you on all fours.”
Chase moves away from me so I can get into position. He first teases me by rubbing his cock through my slick folds, and I buck my hips in anticipation. He starts to chuckle. I turn my head to beg him not to tease me.
“Hold still because you’re going to get your wish,” he promises.
Following his instruction, I steady myself and feel his hands on my hips before he thrusts all at once, burying himself deep inside me. His fingers curl around my flesh, pulling, and he begins to pump in a fast rhythm. Chasing my release, I use my thumb to massage my swollen clit. I want this to last because it feels so good, but I also want to come.
He leans over my back, covering me with the heat of his body. His warm breath caresses my upper back, and I feel him biting into my shoulder—the combination sending an explosion of shivers down my body. Bracing his hips against mine, he takes my breasts in his hands and thumbs my nipples. I’m growing weak with mounting ecstasy as I start to reach the point of no return, and then, with a few more perfectly time thrusts, I shatter like glass.
My knees buckle, sending us onto the mattress with Chase still lying on top of me, still thrusting and pulsing inside me. Like nothing we had experienced before, his body smothers mine, warming me. Then, he bites my shoulder hard as he begins to come, his body pumping and moving mine. I feel him filling me with each thrust until he stops moving, and his full body weight is laid upon me.
Still connected, he flips over onto his back, and I go with him. Still hard, he has his arms locked around my chest, holding me to him. Chase bites my neck this time, leaving what I expect to be marked, but a kiss follows every nip on the same spot. He finally lets me go and rolls me to his side. Sighing, I put my head on his chest to listen to the beat of his heart.
For a time, we don’t say anything to each other, and I’m not sure what’s going on in his head. My thoughts are racing; I get up to clean myself, leaving him there with his eyes closed. In the mirror, I see that the results left by his bite marks on my neck and shoulder are quite visible. Chase has marked me as his own, and the idea warms me.
But I’m not looking forward to the next few weeks or months or however long it takes for Chase to resolve the situation with Barrett. I don’t want to be away from him because I already know how that feels. I also don’t want CJ to be left without his father. As these worries boil over, my eyes start to sting, but I push back the tears threatening to appear. I’ve been doing that too often lately.
When I get back to bed, Chase is asleep. In the darkness, he looks so handsome—and younger than his thirty-six years. I slide in next to him and he stirs, mumbling something about me being his. I am his. He’s etched himself into my soul and that will never change.
A few hours later, I awaken to a still dark room. Chase isn’t next to me, and I haven’t heard CJ crying, but my senses tell me something is up. I check the monitor feed and realize he’s not in his crib. Keeping myself levelheaded, I assume that Chase must have taken him out, and they’re somewhere in my apartment.
In a rush, I pull on my terry cloth robe—the one that Chase hates. In the living room, I breathe a sigh of relief. Chase is sitting on the couch, holding CJ, while reading him a book. While he’s only six months old, he seems to be enjoying his father talking to him even if he doesn’t understand.
It’s another photo opportunity, so I quietly tiptoe back to my room to get my phone. My two handsome men sitting together would be perfect for a picture to place on my dresser. I might be spending more time home in the coming weeks since I’m not sure about my position at Nolan. My stomach tightens at the thought of what’s going to transpire tomorrow.
I’m not worried about losing my job as much as I am about losing the respect of my coworkers. I worked hard to gain my position, and in one fell swoop, I could lose it. I think how unfair that type of ending could be for me if I had to walk out in that state.
“Megan?” Chase calls out, and I realize I’m standing at the edge of the living room, staring off into space.
“Yes? Do you need something?”
“No. You were standing there. I thought something was wrong.”
“Some things are wrong, but only time will solve that.”
“Don’t worry about Barrett,” he assures.
I smile weakly. “Actually, he was the least of my worries a second ago. I’m concerned about what’s going to happen to me tomorrow at work.”
“You did nothing wrong, and Naomi knows that. She gave you a promotion herself, so why would you think you’re not deserving?”
“I know I am, but I got two from Doug in such a short time that if it circulates that you and I are together, besides the fact that you’re CJ’s father, how would it look?”
“I’ve said it already, but maybe it would be wise to take a leave of absence.”
“But I have to support myself,” I argue, feeling like a broken record. “I can’t afford to blow through my savings and investments because I’m afraid to face my coworkers.”
“You wouldn’t need to support yourself; I would do that.”
“But I don’t want you to support me.” I’m not sure how many times I repeat it, but he doesn’t seem to understand.
