Chase: Erotic Romance Series Bundle (Parts I, II, III, & IV) (Power Players Series)

by Leo, Cassia

  I feathered my clit with gentle pressure, easing up as soon as I was about to come. I opened my eyes and Chase was standing at the foot of the bed watching me.

  “Don’t stop,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

  I continued almost bringing myself to climax then stopping. I turned onto my belly to give him a better view from behind and he stood rapt with attention at the foot of bed, never moving, never making a move to join me, though I could see the bulge of his erection.

  Finally, I stood from the bed and grabbed his tie. “I want you to take me all the way there.”

  He smiled as I sat back on the bed and pulled him toward me by the tie. “What’s the magic word?”

  “Make me come, please, Mr. President.”

  He gazed into my eyes for a moment before he hung his head.

  “Wrong magic word? Should I have said ‘Sir’?” I asked, as I attempted to pull him on top of me, but he resisted.

  “No. This is all wrong.” He sat up on his knees between my legs.

  “Is the lingerie too much?”

  He chuckled as he looked me over. “No, it’s this whole thing. Having you here the night before Katherine arrives.”

  My heart dropped into my stomach as I realized I was about to get dumped.

  “No, it’s not you,” he insisted, as he noticed the hurt expression on my face. “It’s me. I need….”

  “To focus on the campaign. I understand.” I sat up, but he grabbed my arm to stop me.

  “Please let me finish.” He waited a moment before he let go of my arm and continued. “I need to tell you something. I think… I’m falling in love with you.”

  I closed my eyes for a moment as I processed these words. When I reopened them I expected to find myself back in my hotel room, waking from some crazy dream, but it wasn’t a dream. This was my life. The senator of California, and almost certain future president, was falling in love with me.

  “Please say something.”

  I stared at him for a moment, taking in the beautiful curves of his face and the slightly desperate look in his eyes. “I love you. I do.”

  His smile flashed for an instant before he grabbed my face and his lips crushed mine. The urgency in this kiss was a stark contrast to the way he had kissed me earlier and it made me want him even more.

  “I love you,” he whispered in my ear as his lips brushed my earlobe. “I want to make love to you.”

  We hastily undressed each other and stood on our knees on the bed facing each other. He slipped his hands around my waist and a shiver passed through me as he kissed my shoulder.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Don’t you want to spank me, Mr. President,” I murmured, as his lips moved down to my breast. I didn’t want to sound too eager, but I couldn’t stop thinking of the way he held me so firmly as he swatted my behind. I wanted more and he never finished.

  He lightly bit my nipple and I gasped. “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten. There’s still plenty more punishment coming to you.” He pushed me back onto the bed and spread my legs open. “But right now, I just want to make you scream with pleasure, no pain.” He kissed my clit hard, the way he had kissed my mouth and I damn near came within seconds before he pulled back. “Turn around, baby.”

  I flipped over and he pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air. He licked my clit gentle now as he slid two fingers inside me. He massaged the sensitive spot inside me until I almost felt as if I were going to pee.

  I screamed aloud with pure ecstasy as my body quivered. “Oh, my god! Don’t stop! I’m going to come!” I bit down on the blanket as my body released a giant shudder.

  Before I could recover, he slid his cock inside me and the sensation of his balls drumming against my sensitive clit sent me quickly into orgasm number two, soon followed by numbers three and four.

  4

  Chase insisted it would look far worse if I left his hotel room past midnight. He said no one would notice a thing if we both headed down tomorrow morning at the same time after having a meeting in his suite. Everyone expected us to be joined at the hip. So I spent the night sleeping in his arms and in the morning I gazed at him across the kitchen counter as I sipped my coffee while wrapped in his shirt.

  The rally went off without a hitch and I couldn’t help but stand in awe of the thousands of people cheering him on. Even if I weren’t in love with Chase, I believed him. I didn’t know if he would bring universal health care and strengthen our economy and education system, but I believed he would try. He was extremely good at what he did.

  It suddenly became hard to breathe as I realized he could very well have used that same political charm on me last night. As soon as we climbed into the car he leaned in to kiss me.

  I pushed him away. “Were you lying to me last night the same way you were lying to those people right now?”

  As soon as we got to the hotel I wouldn’t be able to confront him about this. Katherine would be waiting for him and the rest of my trip would probably be spent trying to avoid her the way I used to avoid my creditors.

  “About being in love with you? Of course I wasn’t lying. Where is this coming from?”

  I glared at him across the cabin of the Towncar unable to read his expression. “Are you using me for sex? I mean, I know you’re paying me, but I don’t want to think there’s more to this if there isn’t. You don’t have to tell me you love me just to make this whole deal easier for me to swallow. I knew what I was getting into. I may not like the arrangement, but I went into it with my eyes open. I would prefer to keep it that way. Please tell me the truth.”

  He glared right back at me looking very disappointed. “Larissa, I told you last week and I meant it when I said I’m not going to be president forever. The implication is true. I want to be with you long term. What I said last night is true. I am in love with you. But I can understand if this is too much for you. I never expected you to accept my offer.”

  Our car was quickly approaching the hotel where a horde of reporters, including Heather Rodin, waited out front.

  “George, take us around the block one more time,” Chase commanded and we sailed right past the gawking reporters.

  The Secret Service car followed closely behind us and Chase’s phone rang immediately.

  “Everything’s fine. Don’t call back,” he shouted into the phone before he hung up and stuffed it back into his pocket.

  “That’s just it,” I began. “I can’t stop thinking of our… arrangement as an offer. It feels cheap and dirty. I feel cheap and dirty.”

  “I wouldn’t exactly call you cheap,” he replied with a smirk that quickly disappeared when he saw the shock on my face. “It was a joke, Larissa. The reason I love being with you is because I feel like I can be myself with you.”

  “What about Katherine? Don’t you two ever have a decent conversation or laugh at each other’s jokes?”

  “I told you Katherine is in love with someone else. Always has been.”

  “How do you two keep up this charade? It must be exhausting. I mean, I’ve been with you a week and I feel like I’m going insane, second-guessing myself and my future every five minutes.”

  Our car rounded the corner and he didn’t fight the inertia that carried him toward me. He grabbed my hand and I closed my eyes against the swelling tide of emotions flowing through me. I didn’t want to cry. I couldn’t cry with a dozen reporters waiting to ask Chase if he’d chosen a running mate yet. This was all too much.

  He wiped the first tear from my cheek with his thumb then he kissed away the next tear. “I don’t believe in God, but every day I thank whatever force, be it the universe, fate, dumb luck, that brought us together.” I opened my eyes and he kissed the corner of my lips. “I’ll tear up that stupid NDA. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you here. But even if you decide to go back to L.A., I’m not giving up on you.”

  I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but my voice still sounded a bit strangled when I spoke. “I’ll sta
y.”

  “George, take us on a detour. I need twenty minutes,” he called toward the pane of tinted glass separating us from the front seat.

  He pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him then he unzipped his pants and entered me. I kissed him hard as I slid up and down, his hard cock filling me as his fingers glided over my hard nub. He moaned and I gasped as we bucked faster then slower then faster.

  “Harder!” I cried.

  He put one hand on each side of my waist to hold me steady as he pounded me from beneath.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, as he approached climax.

  I quickly slid off him before he could come inside me then I got down on my knees and took him into my mouth.

  “Oh, god,” he breathed, as his cock hit the back of my throat.

  He tasted like the two of us and it made me so hot I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and used my other hand to pleasure myself. I pulled down on the base of his cock to stretch the skin taut as I licked the tip, savoring the taste and caressing every ridge. I took him into my mouth again and pumped my head back and forth quickly, pushing myself to take him in deeper with every bob of my head. I rubbed the tip of his cock over my lips as if I were applying lipstick then I licked it from tip to base as if it were a Popsicle and he moaned with pleasure.

  I took him into my mouth again and didn’t stop bobbing until he came into the back of my throat. I swallowed his essence, a slightly bitter, but nonetheless tasty, treat. I cast a sly grin at him as I sat back on the seat.

  “Did you finish?” he whispered in my ear and I shook my head. “Then lay back.”

  His tongue lapped softly at my clit and I clawed the leather seat as my body convulsed. “Oh, yes!” I screamed. “Yes! Yes!”

  His arms were locked around my thighs to keep me from squirming as he refused to stop until I came a second time. I collapsed against the seat and he slithered over me until he was on top of me. The weight of him made me feel safe and I breathed a deep sigh.

  He kissed the tip of my nose before he rested his forehead against my forehead. “I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel comfortable and secure. I’m going to take care of you. Will you allow me to do that, Miss Jacobs?”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Sir.”

  I managed to get my hair and makeup looking halfway decent before we arrived at the hotel. Some reporters had left, but at least half were still waiting, including Heather Rodin and two people I had been dreading meeting for days: Teddy Holt and Katherine Underwood.

  We stepped out of the car and I immediately switched into assistant mode. “I’ll schedule that dinner for you and Kitty Stoddard,” I said to Chase, keeping my eyes on him so I wouldn’t have to look at the various faces glaring at me. “And I’ll schedule the conference call with Mercy Hospital for four p.m. to discuss tomorrow’s appearance.”

  I glanced at Katherine briefly, taking in her perfectly pressed wine-colored suit and plump red lips before I walked briskly toward the hotel entrance. Heather followed me, a few reporters eyeing her suspiciously as she showed no interest in speaking to Chase. She caught me in the revolving door and squeezed in next to me. I wondered if she could smell the scent of sex on me as the door propelled us into the hotel lobby.

  “Can I help you?” I asked, trying my best to keep my voice polite and level.

  “What was the hold up? The senator’s car passed the hotel twice, but never stopped until now.” She held her thumbs over the keyboard on her phone, poised to jot down whatever flub I made.

  “It was nothing. He received a phone call then he advised his driver to keep going.”

  “Really? Was there some kind of threat?”

  This girl was not going away.

  “I don’t know. You’ll have to speak with Chase.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me as we waited for the elevator. “Chase said I had full access to him through you. Are you going to answer my question or do I have to do my own digging?”

  I turned on her as the elevator doors slid open. “We were discussing his appointments and he wanted to finish the discussion before we arrived at the hotel and he was attacked by reporters.”

  I stormed into the elevator and she followed quickly after me. “I guess I’m going up, too. That lie made me feel extra filthy. I think I need a shower.”

  This was not going well. I couldn’t react emotionally to a reporter or I would ruin everything for Chase. I had to befriend her, but how?

  “I’m sorry if you feel deceived, Heather, but I assure you Chase has nothing to hide,” I replied. “How about you and I get a drink in the lobby in thirty minutes and we can discuss your feature? I just have to make a few appointments first.”

  “You call him Chase?”

  Shit!

  “He insists I call him by his first name. You know how important it is to him to appear personable and approachable.”

  The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and Heather positioned herself on the threshold to keep the doors from closing. “You have an answer for everything. It seems you’ve picked up the senator’s tricks quite quickly…. See you in thirty minutes, Larissa.”

  She winked at me before she strode away down the corridor. I jumped as my phone vibrated against my breast. I fumbled around for it in the inner pocket of my blazer and nearly dropped it as it vibrated again in my hand.

  “Senator Underwood’s office. How may I help you?”

  “Larissa, it’s me.” Chase’s voice instantly relaxed me and I leaned against the wall of the elevator to collect myself.

  “Sorry. I didn’t look at the caller ID.”

  “I saw Heather follow you into the elevator. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

  “I told her you made George keep driving so we could finish discussing your appointments. She didn’t believe me.”

  The silence on the other end of the line made me nervous.

  “Don’t worry about her. I’ll call her right now.”

  “I’m meeting her in thirty minutes to discuss the feature.”

  “I’ll tell her you can’t make it because you’re going to lunch with Teddy and me.”

  Great. I was ditching one hostile situation for another.

  “We’re not really going to lunch with Teddy,” he continued, as he probably sensed my trepidation. “I’m taking you shopping.”

  The elevator doors opened on the seventeenth floor and I walked briskly toward my room as if Heather were still trailing me.

  “Shopping? But you just took me shopping two days ago. Shouldn’t you be meeting with Teddy to discuss tomorrow’s visit to the hospital?”

  “This is a different kind of shopping,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Larissa, I’d like to take you ring shopping, if that’s alright with you.”

  I nearly dropped the phone as I entered my room. “What—what kind of ring?”

  “I know I’m not legally available to you right now, but it won’t always be that way. I want to take you shopping for an engagement ring. I want you to know I’m serious about keeping you, if you’ll have me.”

  My limbs suddenly became very weak. I had to sit cross-legged on the carpet to keep from collapsing.

  “Larissa? Are you there?”

  “I’m here.”

  “I know this isn’t really romantic, asking you over the phone, but I promise I’ll make that up to you soon if you promise to be my first real wife?”

  “I… I have to give that some thought.”

  “I understand.”

  “I do love you,” I blurted. “I just have to make sure I know what I’m getting into.”

  “Of course. Would you still like to go ring shopping, just to get a feel for what you’re getting yourself into?”

  I smiled as I realized this could be the most difficult and important decision of my life and he was still able to successfully make light of it. “I’d love to.”

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  Chase

  Part III: Exposure

  1

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

  My sniveling broke the hush inside the chapel as I watched Isa kiss his new wife, Nina.

  “Sorry,” I whispered to the older gentleman on my right as he cast a disapproving look in my direction. “I’m just really happy for them.”

  I was happy for Isa and Nina. Just eight weeks after they were both hired to work on Chase’s campaign, they were tying the knot in a swanky chapel in Vegas four days before the election. They were so certain Chase Underwood was going to win the election, they decided to get the wedding over with so they could use their honeymoon as an excuse to celebrate his victory.

  As I watched Chase in his dark gray suit embracing Isa and Nina in the aisle, my eyes were drawn to his right: Mrs. Katherine Underwood. She wore an elegant beige sheath dress with tan heels and her dark hair pulled into a neat twist. My gaze fell to my lap where my hands lay clasped over my pink clutch, my left hand still missing the engagement ring I’d picked out with Chase six weeks ago.

  I kept going over that day in my mind. Chase had arrived at my hotel room in Baltimore with a jeweler and a suitcase full of rings that each cost more than I made in a year. I didn’t know where he had found a discreet and trustworthy jeweler in such a short amount of time; then again, he was a self-made billionaire who was four days away from being the next president of the United States of America. The countless ways he wielded his power never ceased to amaze me.

  “Do you prefer round, oval, marquise, or princess cut?” the jeweler asked in a hushed tone, obviously intimidated by Chase and the circumstances of our meeting.

  “Princess,” Chase replied for me, giving my hand a tiny squeeze. “Only the best for my princess,” he continued, as he planted a soft kiss on my cheekbone.

  I should have known at that moment I had very little control over the terms of this engagement.

  “Larissa, are you alright?”

  How embarrassing. The bride was consoling me on her wedding day.