What the fuck!
A veritable Chuck Bass.
I throw the door open and head back towards the living room without even looking at him.
I feel his arm circle my waist as he whips a bouquet of white lilies from behind his back.
White lilies…my favorite.
I spin around to look at him. I snatch the flowers out of his hand and set them down on the table, struggling to maintain my poker face.
“You keep embarrassing me, Chase,” I say accusingly as I reach for the tabloid sitting on the table.
He stops me, taking me gently by the wrist and bringing the back of my hand to his lips. “I’m here with you. I don’t care what that rag says,” Chase says dismissively gesturing towards the magazine with his chin, “I’m here with you – not with her.” He makes the statement as if it’s sufficient to excuse his behavior.
His lips crash over mine in a passionate kiss that makes my stomach flutter. It takes every ounce of strength in my body to push him away.
Tears spill down my face. “What you did – With her –Why her?”
“Why are you letting that get to you, Madison? She’s nobody to me. And you…you’re just…everything.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth in that way that makes my skin tingle, in that way that makes me imagine him biting down into my flesh.
I look him directly in the face. “This is serious, Chase.”
“I’m being serious, Maddie.” His eyes lower, peering at the bit of skin peeking out from beneath my plum-colored satin robe. He pulls on the sash and the robe tumbles from my body.
I’m exposed.
Wearing nothing but my flimsy, lace g-string in front of Chase DuBois, my ultimate weakness. He leans back against the wall and flicks his thumb across my pebbled nipple. I sigh with want.
“Take those panties off,” he orders in a lusty rasp. Goosebumps spread across my skin as the implication of those words registers in my body.
I lean forward and slide my underwear to the floor.
He strips out of his pants and sits on my couch. He slips a condom over his stiff penis and spreads his legs wide. “Come here.” His voice is a low growl.
I ease into his lap and tingles creep up my spine as his cock pierces through me. He grips my waist in place and surges through me with blunt, heavy thrusts. My breasts bounce each time he slams his pelvis into mine. I squeeze my eyes shut and thread my fingers through his hair. His warm hands trail slowly up and down my back. I moan his name and he answers with primal grunts. I love it when he takes me savagely. Just like this.
I feel the orgasm building within me. I’m getting close. So close.
His body stiffens against mine. His face is red with strain. His short fingernails rip into my hips as he empties himself into my body.
He didn’t wait for me…
He throws his head back against the couch and calms his breathing before tapping my butt softly. “Get off,” he says still breathless.
I move and sit on the couch feeling half-done as he rolls the condom off and heads to the bathroom. I pull the robe around my shoulders and fasten the sash around my waist.
Shit – I did it again, I think feeling utterly disappointed in myself.
He reemerges a few minutes later and I hand him his pants and boxers. He tosses me a charming smile as he slips back into his clothing. “Fucking you feels so much better than fighting with you,” he muses as he playfully taps my nose with his finger.
“Stop seeing her,” I demand. My arms are folded tightly across my chest.
He sighs heavily and looks at me with irritation. “I’m not seeing anybody, Madison.” The inference in those words is that he’s single. He’s not committed to anyone or anything…not even me.
That hurts.
“You know what I mean,” I retort. I’m pouting and I have every right to. I’ve been gifting my body to only him since I was 19. Yet he runs around town slamming every ‘model’ or ‘socialite’ that comes his way.
It’s not fair.
I want more.
He tucks his shirt into his pants and fastens his belt. “You’re a beautiful woman, Madison. But I need…variety.”
The words sting deeply. So deeply. “Fine then. Go. Get your ‘variety’. But you can’t have that and have me. I refuse to be just another – another flavor.”
He leans in close to me. “But you’re my favorite flavor,” he whines with a wicked grin before deftly running his tongue along the skin between my breasts.
“Stop it!” I hiss weakly, gripping my throw blanket and pulling it to cover my chest. I can’t feel this exposed, this vulnerable while I’m trying to push him away. “I’m serious, Chase,” I growl, leering at him.
He sighs heavily before glancing at his reflection in the decorative mirror adorning my living room wall. He swipes his finger across his tongue and then thumbs his eyebrows into place because god-forbid that Chase DuBois’ eyebrows be out of place.
He glances over at me, bundled up on the couch in the fetal position. “You’ll be back,” he shoots casually, confidently, as he strolls out the door, dragging my heart under his shoe.
Preview of “Desire, Untamed – Ruthie (Book 1)”*
Chapter 1
Take me back to your place.
That’s what I’m thinking as I glide my tongue against his and he slips his hand under the hem of my too short, too tight faux-leather mini dress.
I don’t care that we’re at a jam-packed Times Square nightclub, surrounded by hundreds of drunk, sweaty strangers. I don’t care that all my coworkers will be gossiping about how “easy” I am when we get to work at the law firm on Monday morning.
I just want him to take me home.
I don’t usually throw myself all over men I’ve just met…but it’s my birthday. And a night of passion with a smoldering hot man like this gorgeous stranger is exactly what I had in mind when I dragged my friends here to Club JUMP! tonight. Besides, it’s been seven months since I’ve had a man in my bed!
Seven whole months!
So, right now, all I want is to find myself moaning and panting underneath the heavenly specimen whose body is pressed up against mine.
I’d love to say that our eyes had met from across the crowded room and that he had found his way to me by the sheer pull of the feral energy between us. But the truth is, I saw him and I wanted him so…I went and got him.
I spotted him nearly 20 minutes ago. He was leaning over the banister in the VIP lounge, looking down at the crowd below. Within half a second of seeing him, I knew that he would be the perfect birthday present for me. His chiseled bone structure and bad boy ponytail made him dangerously handsome while his deep dimples added an odd softness to his face. But it was his eyes – those piercing blue, mysterious eyes – that told me he’d be an animal in bed.
I need that tonight.
When I noticed a group of girls hovering near him, trying to build up the courage to make a move, I took a nerve-steeling shot of tequila and approached him. “You waiting for your girlfriend?”
He spun around and watched me, his gorgeous eyes meandered lazily up and down my tight body as a virile smile spread across his handsome face. “I was waiting for my brother, actually…but now that you’re here…” My pulse thumped along with the loud music vibrating throughout the club as he put his hand on the small of my back and leaned in closer to whisper in my ear.
He told me he was only in town for a few days to help his dad with some “business stuff.” I told him that I didn’t need the details because I just wanted to dance. He laughed a rough, throaty laugh that caused me to tingle all over and took my hand, leading me to the dance floor. My coworkers, Hailey and Nadia, looked on in awe as I grinded shamelessly all over this handsome stranger. And he couldn’t resist me.
Before I knew it, we were here, sprawled off on this dark suede couch in the VIP lounge, touching and kissing all over each other. And now, all I want is to feel him inside of me.
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�I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he announces confidently, his lips hovering near mine. The rough timbre of his voice vibrates to my very core and I clench so hard that my eyes instinctively flutter shut.
“Yes.” That’s all I can say. His fingers dance lazily across my exposed collarbone and I shudder, craving him so bad. “I want you to fuck me,” I whine as I circle my hips against the couch. It’s taking all of my self-control not to climb into his lap and hump him senseless right this minute.
“God, you’re sexy.” He nibbles on my chin before kissing a trail down my neck. I’m hot and breathless and the warmth of his breath on my neck has me feeling somewhat light-headed. “That accent – Argentinian? Peruvian?”
Usually, I become self-conscious when people comment on my accent. I’ve spent the past several years trying to suppress it just so I can fit in. But tonight, I’m too horny to protest. “Brazilian,” I moan against his ear.
“You’re a model, aren’t you?” he asks, inching away slightly to evaluate my face.
Model.
I cringe every time I hear the word. I glance over at my “model” friend, Teresa, on a tabletop nearby, kite-high on coke and grinding all over, Luke, this scrawny guy that I work with.
Model?
That’s one of the things I never want to be called again.
“I’m a lawyer.”
It’s sort of true. I’m only a few months away from finishing law school and taking the New York bar exam. Plus, ‘lawyer’ is a title that I like much better than ‘model’. I don’t need to go into details with this beautiful random. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again after tonight.
“Too much talking; not enough touching,” I whine as I slip my hand under the hem of his shirt. Jeeze – his torso is even more muscular than I thought it would be.
With that, he moans in a low, gravely pitch just as his fingers plunge into my long, blonde waves. He tugs gently as his mouth conquers mine again in a passionate, eager kiss. I get lost in the softness of his lips, the urgency in his touch, the rawness of his lust.
Flushed and breathless, I pull away and push to my feet, wobbling in my four-inch pumps. “I can’t take this anymore. We’re going to my place. Right now.”
His lips turn up into the most delicious smile I’ve ever seen. “Tonight is going to be a very good night.”
I grab him by the hand and lead the way to the door. Glancing back at him, I toss a wink over my shoulder. “You have no idea.”
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