by Jayne Rylon
She squealed.
He murmured reassurance. When she released her pent-up breath, he guided the toy into her the barest bit, as if waiting for her to object.
Who would refuse such delicious torture?
Chase plied her physical form with expert care and her primal emotions with his quiet command. The modest bulges of his toy slid into her ass, forcing it to alternately spread then relax. Foreign, the sensation was pleasantly arousing.
She shivered, embarrassed by how ridiculously easy it was for him to poise her on the verge of surrender.
“Oh, none of that.” He refused to grant her quarter. “Show me how much you like the way I play with you.”
When he put it like that, it seemed a shame not to comply with his wishes. Especially when he winked at her before flicking the base of the vibrator.
“Chase!” She screamed when he triggered the internal gyration of the device. Her rhythmic motions rocked the clamps at her breast, pressed her onto the toy in her ass, and allowed the rabbit’s ears to tap her clit.
He conducted the trio of rapture like a sexual maestro.
Linley exploded. She reached for him, thrilled to have his hand grounding her while she came apart.
“I’ve got you,” he promised her over and over as she unraveled. All the while, she stared into his gorgeous blue eyes, and he returned the gaze.
“No.” She shook her head when he smiled gently and kissed her with aching tenderness. “Don’t slow down.”
“Rest a minute, love.” He swiped a damp strand from her lightly perspiring forehead. “We have all night.”
She didn’t care to waste an instant of their time together. “No.”
Chase kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re sure you’re ready for me after that?”
“Now, please,” she begged.
“Who am I to deny a lady?” He beamed as he reached between her legs and eased the vibrator from its den.
She hadn’t even noticed him flick it off.
Before she could miss the pressure filling her, he was replacing it with something better.
Bigger. Wider. Longer. Hotter.
And when he fused them completely, it felt as though he’d introduced her to more than playing with toys or a libertine club.
Chase showed her just how good sex could be with the right person. She spread her legs, welcoming him deeper within her on every pass.
“Linley,” he grunted her name.
She understood and hugged him to her as he finally took for himself, giving her so much satisfaction in return.
His chest triggered sparks in her breasts when he bumped the clamps, and his cock stroked the plug through the thin tissue separating him from the anal beads.
“Come with me?” she whispered her request.
Clenching his teeth, he nodded.
Linley gasped as his lips crashed onto hers and his hips fucked faster. She couldn’t say who came first, but suddenly they both had lost control and shuddered in counterpoint to each other.
When she swore she’d die from the ecstasy bombarding her, it lessened and resolved into sweet, warm relief.
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3A - Happiest At Home
Linley wrung her hands as she glanced between Chase and the velvet curtain separating her from the official Downstairs.
“If you have to think that hard, that’s answer enough.” Chase smiled warmly, letting her off the hook. “There’s always next time.”
She swallowed and nodded, thankful for his graceful perceptiveness.
“It’s true what you said,” she explained. “I didn’t come here because I wanted to go crazy tonight. It’s more that my life makes casual encounters impossible outside a place like this. There are always…expectations. Now that I’ve met you, I’d rather continue our night somewhere quiet. Comfortable. Private.”
“Believe me. I completely understand that desire.” He squeezed her shoulder then swept his palm along her arm until he entwined their fingers. “I’m sort of glad to have you to myself without a million distractions. I don’t date much. Not in the traditional sense. It would be a treat to hang out on your couch and watch a movie or talk over a cup of coffee.”
“That does sound nice.” Her heart melted a bit when he broke their stare to kiss her knuckles.
“Do you mind if I drive us?” He tugged her up the stairs, and she was all too happy to follow. His trim hips and tight butt—packaged in stylish trousers—drew her attention.
“Linley?” He tried not to grin when he caught her spying on his assets.
“Hmm?” She did her best imitation of innocence.
“I was wondering if you’d ride with me. It’s getting late, and I’d rather travel together.” The caress of his thumb over her wrist didn’t help her concentration.
She almost objected. She could look out for herself, and her car was her baby. Abandoning it in the concrete bowels of Underground didn’t appeal. A few minutes alone to sort out her thoughts might not hurt either. Then she realized showing off would reveal an awful lot about her she’d rather not discuss. In fact… “Crap!”
Where are we going to have this little rendezvous? Certainly not at her main house. The enormous glass windows of the mansion overlooking the valley that rambled down to the ocean wouldn’t do. No, she’d take him to her cottage on the outskirts of the city. Her thinking place.
“Don’t worry.” He misunderstood. “Underground will deliver your car to your house later. It’s a common service they provide.”
“Makes sense.” She cleared her throat. “I’d like to come back sometime. They’ve thought of everything. But I’m the kind of person who’d enjoy the experience more with someone I trust.”
“I hope you’ll put me in that category eventually. I’m not opposed to earning the honor.” He clasped her hand tighter.
“Sorry. That sounded rude.” Linley couldn’t believe how accommodating Chase had been. And she returned the favor with unintentional backhanded remarks.
“No. It came off as pragmatic.” He escorted her through the ballroom then along the hall toward the garage. “I like that about you. You’re careful and smart. Sure of yourself because you think things through.”
“I have to tell you, it’s pretty attractive when you read my mind.” She snuggled up to his chest when they approached the booth and a young, stylish man jogged out toward the sea of cars after nodding at Chase. The attendant obviously recognized him. Just how much of a pillar was he at Underground? And what did it say that he was willing to leave for her? With her. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met someone else who gets me like you do.”
“Maybe that’s because we’re a lot alike. Here… You’re chilly.” He buffed her arms before separating them just enough to shrug off his jacket and wrap it around her. She hugged the fine fabric to her, more to surround herself with the heat and scent of the man she couldn’t believe she’d only met an hour ago. He seemed so familiar.
Even if she’d run a fever of one hundred and five, she wouldn’t have stopped him from bundling her in his arms. He leaned his cheek on the crown of her head and breathed deep.
Linley settled against him. The thickness of his erection prodded the small of her back.
She hadn’t realized she’d gasped until he apologized. “Underground usually has that effect on me. I guess I’ve been conditioned. And tonight, adding you to the mix… There’s no hope of hiding that.”
“I don’t mind. I like knowing where I stand with you.” Understatement of the century. Actually, she had to refrain from rubbing against him like a cat on the edge of a doorframe.
“Good. Because I’m fairly certain it’s going to be a regular occurrence when we’re together.” He kissed her cheek. “If you’ll let me see you again after tonight.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Their lips brushed when she turned to look at him from the corner of her eye.
“Because—” He hesitated.
“What?” She rotated in his arms so she could cup his smooth cheek.
When he closed his eyes for a moment then reopened them, the somber look in them disappeared. “I guess I was afraid you had come here tonight looking for a one-time fling.”
“I might have.” She didn’t intend to lie to him. It wasn’t her style. “But that was before I knew this was an option.”
Even with the extreme heel of her shoe, she had to reach up to nudge him lower so that they could nibble on each other again. She might have been content to stay there forever, but the headlights of an approaching vehicle shined directly on them, blinding her. Or was that a reflection of the electricity sparking between them?
“Hold that thought.” He nuzzled their noses then led her to the passenger side of the charcoal gray Mercedes Benz E550 sedan that idled at the curb. Understated elegance. Just like the man himself.
Somewhere along the way, she’d become a car snob. She freely admitted it. The lucrative nature of her business had allowed her to develop an appreciation for superior machines. A man’s ride told a lot about him. This one would do nicely.
Linley slid into the comfortable leather seat and allowed Chase to shut the door for her before reaching for her seat belt. She ran her hand over the quality stitching and the well-designed curve of the dash.
“You approve?” His half smile kicked up as he ducked into the cabin and joined her.
“I do.” She nodded. “I have to warn you, though. I’m one of the world’s worst passengers. Backseat driving is a bad habit of mine.”
“I’m sensing a theme here.” He glanced at her before putting the car in gear and smoothly ascending the winding ramp. They emerged into the night. Stars shone, even in the heart of the city. Out on the fringes of civilization, the twinkles would be brilliant. She couldn’t wait to share the view with Chase. “So let me ask you this… If you like the driver’s seat so much, why are you letting me take charge?”
“Maybe I’m tired of navigating. Especially alone.” She scrubbed her hands over her face, careful to avoid streaking the makeup she rarely wore so heavily.
“Fair enough.” Chase reached across the cabin to rest his palm on her thigh. Not in a grope-o-rama way, but in a show of support. “Except I actually do need you to tell me where to go right now.”
They laughed together, the sound filling the sedate interior.
“Head out to the highway then take Route 9 North. My place is kind of far. I hope you don’t mind.” She bit her cheek as penance for the half-truth.
“Not a problem. It only means I get to spend more time with you.” Chase shot her a look filled with desire.
Fanning her face, she couldn’t believe how warm the evening air felt. Or probably that had something to do with her flush, courtesy of the man beside her. She was dying to ask him things she knew were forbidden, questions she couldn’t give a reciprocal answer to without impacting their night. So she kept her mouth closed and admired his skill in handling the vehicle instead.
Shoulders relaxed, his gaze flicked from the mirrors to the road. He maneuvered around slower vehicles without hogging the passing lane. Thank God. She couldn’t stand left-lane pirates that parked themselves in the fast track at one mile under the speed limit no matter how many other vehicles approached.
That would have been a deal breaker.
“So, how am I doing?” The grin he shot her before concentrating on the road again proved they still rode the same wavelength.
“Not bad.” A giggle escaped her when she covered his hand. “And you have a big gearshift.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” The corner of his mouth curled up, creating a slight dimple. “Although, the real version isn’t quite so shiny.”
Chrome peeked between his tan fingers. The idea of him with a silver-plated cock had her laughing some more.
“I should hope not. I prefer men to robots.” Linley shook her head when he choked. “Let me guess, that’s another specialty of Underground.”
“Well, actually.” He glanced at her. “Yeah. There are fuck machines in the Basement.”
It did something to her insides to hear him curse so naturally. A reminder that he might not always be as gentle as the treatment he’d given her so far. She shivered—part anticipation, part wariness. “Thanks, but no thanks. I want a flesh and blood man. Not that I indulge in those very often either. Suddenly, I have a pretty big craving though.”
“Does that mean you still plan to take tonight beyond that coffee you promised me?” The inquiry didn’t feel like pressure. More like curiosity.
“I think so.” She nibbled her bottom lip and shifted in her seat. “It’s been a really long time for me. Can we see where this goes and how it feels?”
“Absolutely.” His shoulders relaxed. “I already know it’ll be great. Nothing to worry about there. Forget a long time. I’ve never had this kind of chemistry with a woman before. You fit me, Linley.”
“Well we don’t know that yet, do we?” A blush stole across her cheeks after rushing up her chest and neck.
“I’ll prove it to you later.” The intensity of his promise distracted her enough to almost miss their exit.
“Shoot. It’s this one. Sorry.” She instinctively checked over her shoulder as he glided through several lanes, onto the ramp. Quick reflexes, awareness of his surroundings, and familiarity with the limits of his vehicle ensured he delivered them safely. His unshakeable calm put her at ease.
The chaos of her life would overwhelm a lot of people. Chase would be able to handle it. She didn’t doubt that for a second. Should she tell him a little bit about her? She’d never had a one-night stand before and didn’t intend to start at this point in her life. What if she fell into bed, into lust, and into something like infatuation with a man who wouldn’t be interested in her once she revealed her identity?
“Left or right at the light?” He broke her from her internal debate.
“Right, thanks.”
“You know, you could share what’s on your mind.” Without taking his eyes from the road, he played it cool.
“I’d rather not ruin the moment. Tonight is for fun, right?” She slipped her cell phone from a pocket sewn discreetly in her dress.
“It can be for whatever you like, Linley.” He peeked at the screen she tapped. “What do you have there?”
“My phone. It’s how we’re going to get through the gate. Around this corner there’s a tall hedge. Slow down and turn in by the stone pillar.” Extending her wrist as they neared, she allowed the gadget to align with the sensor’s range.
“Wow. Are you really Batgirl?” He wiggled his brows. “I always had a thing for superwomen.”
“Hardly.” A laugh burst from her, though his assessment probably hit nearer the mark than he could know. “I do have a thing for toys, though.”
“I wish you’d confessed that before we left the stashes at Underground behind.” Chase sighed. “We’re definitely going to have to take another trip there someday.”
The wrought iron parted, admitting them to the property. Although the simple structure utilized clean lines and a quaint charm she’d adored on first sight, the appointments were still high quality. Henry had personally attended to the security, which meant it outshone the needs of an average woman’s home. Hopefully it didn’t look too suspicious.
Chase parked on the cobblestone near the garage. When she would have joined him in the driveway, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “Stay there. I’ll come get you.”
Chivalry could feel oppressive, but not when he doled it out.
He assessed her through the windshield as he rounded the hood then reached in to hand her out of the car. “I like that look.”
“I’m glad since you’re easy on my eyes.” She accepted his quick kiss before allowing him to walk her up the stone and turf pathway to the front door.
“I know the feeling, love.”
A rustle came from the wildflower bed besi
de them. Before she could catch a glimpse of the trespasser, Chase had her tucked behind him. Feet spread shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent, he faced the offender. As a living barrier between her and whatever lurked in the bushes, he impressed her with both his protective instincts and his lightning grace.
If she were ever in trouble, she wouldn’t mind having him by her side. In this case, she laughed then rubbed the tension from his impressive shoulders. “Calm down. It’s only Mr. Hoppers. That’s his favorite spot. The lawn guy tells me he’s ruining the landscape. I don’t mind though. He’s pretty adorable.”
“A rabbit? I think I can handle one of those.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “You don’t have any guard dogs inside, do you?”
“Nah.” A horrible pet parent, she didn’t mention her two kitties safely ensconced in the hilltop home where she spent most of her non-work hours. The burn of omissions started to steal some of her joy. Is this what she really wanted? A night she could never repeat?
“Just teasing, Linley. I actually really like animals.” He took her hand and started them up the two rock-hewn stairs to her porch. “I work late a lot, so I’ve limited myself to an aquarium for now, though.”
“Really? Fresh or saltwater?” She paused with her hand at the pinpad on her doorframe.
“Actually I have one of each. I like the live plants and other fun stuff—like shrimp and snails—in my freshwater tank, but the colors of the fish and corals in my saltwater tank are incredible.” The pause that followed made her wonder if he censored himself too.
Linley tried to hide her frown by concentrating on the lock mechanism. “They are very beautiful. There’s a giant setup in the lobby of…my…office building. I swear I see something different each time I pass by.”
“They’re relaxing, too.” He stroked his fingers through her hair as if to diffuse her mounting tension through manual intervention.
To give her privacy to type in her security code, Chase turned toward her more fully. His position allowed her to discreetly place her thumb on the fingerprint reader, which had the door swinging open. She looked at him with a smile designed to invite him across her threshold.
