Page 116 of Bossman

“Most definitely not. But that has nothing to do with you.”

Chase pulled his head back and pouted. It was adorable. “It’s not because you’re so into me, you couldn’t possibly touch another man?”

“Well, that’s true in general. But my date tonight was my brother, Owen.”

Chase dropped his head and laughed. “Are you serious?”

“I am. What you saw in the Italian restaurant? Him touching my face? I was humming a song to him.”

“Well, then I guess I had nothing to worry about after all,” Chase whispered against my lips. “Although you never know. You’re about to get fucked by your favorite cousin.”

“Oh, am I?”

Chase’s normal cocky confidence had been back, but it suddenly faltered.

“Can you forgive me?” he asked. “I promise not to push you away again and to do everything in my power to protect you.”

“There’s only one thing I need you to guard for me.”

“Name it.”

“You have my heart. Promise me you’ll keep it safe.”

“Only if you promise never to give mine back.”

My heart had been beating his name since that first night at the restaurant. He’d never have to worry about me giving his heart back, because I’d realized that somewhere down deep, it was mine to keep—even when he hadn’t figured it out yet.

“Make love to me, Chase.”

He reached back with one hand and tugged his shirt over his head. “I’m going to, but not now. I promise, slow and sweet making love to you later. Showing you how I feel with my body. But right now, all this talk about you leaving me and being with another man has me feeling territorial.”

He raised up on his knees and looked down at me. The way his eyes raked over my body was really all the foreplay I needed.

“I want to come inside of you. Can I do that, Reese?”

I swallowed. “Yes, I’m on the pill.”

“Good. I don’t want anything between us anymore. Not our pasts, our secrets, or even a damn piece of latex.”

“Okay.”

He trailed his knuckles down the side of my body over my dress, following my curves languidly. “First I’m going to bury my face in that pussy that I’ve missed so much until you come all over my face.”

He reached the bare skin of my thighs, and his hand disappeared under the skirt of my dress. I gasped when I felt him cup me between the legs.

“Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, bury myself so deep inside of you, that my come won’t come out for days.”

He lifted the skirt of my dress, pushed my panties to the side, and ran two fingers down the length of me. He groaned. “So wet.”

I watched him as he stared, mesmerized as one finger slipped inside of me. After a few strokes, he added a second finger and pumped harder and faster. I nearly came when he licked his lips.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

When his fingers left me, and he brought them to his mouth, licking and sucking, my body began to hum. “Chase…”

Suddenly, he lowered himself, and his mouth was on me. Guiding my legs over his shoulders, he lifted my ass to position me where he wanted. I moaned when he flattened his tongue and licked his way up to my clit. When he sucked hard and nearly made me finish—even though we’d barely started—I wriggled around, trying to move him from that spot.

Chase gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he devoured me, taking me at his own pace, alternating between his tongue inside of me and sucking hard on my clit. My orgasm hit so hard, I saw nothing but black as it washed over me.