Chapter 21
Maryellen
Chase’s bed was huge. Huge and comfortable. I loved my own bed. I loved the crisp white sheets I had coupled with my quilt and mountains of pillows. But the simplicity of his bed was such a contrast to mine in a good way. The dark silky sheets were a welcome change to my sweaty skin.
Chase was sweaty as well as we lay in each other’s arms.
“That was amazing. You are amazing.” He flipped on his side, and we were face to face. “We barely made it to the bedroom, that was kinda hot.”
He was right. Most of my clothes were scattered across his living room and staircase.
“I’m not done with you, but I am curious to find out what you and my brother talked about.”
I got up from the bed and grabbed his robe from a chair. “Let’s get a snack,” I said as I started for the stairs.
Chase threw on some sweats and ran ahead of me to the kitchen. He was searching in the fridge by the time I sat at his massive island, which had eight stools surrounding it and a sink at each end.
It was well past dinnertime, considering how long we’d already spent in bed. The lights of the city were twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows in his apartment.
I had worked up an appetite, so I was sure he had as well.
He spun around from the open fridge with his arms full of food. “How about I whip up some omelets while you tell me about you and Gage?” he asked. He had pulled out eggs, cheese, and a ton of veggies.
“That sounds delicious.”
Watching him work around the kitchen, shirtless, was a sight. A sight I could get used to. It was these everyday type things, couple things, that I loved and wanted with him.
As he cooked, I told him how his brother surprised me with his reaction to us.
Gage had said my work had always been exemplary and that he knew it wouldn’t change because he understood my work ethic.
I explained my concern about us being together and working for the same company and he put my worries to rest, saying it was not a problem because it’s an outdated rule and no one really cares.
Then I told Chase how the conversation turned toward us outside of work, and what we’ve done together. I explained how I’d been too nervous and had asked that we keep us a secret but that we went out as friends, with friends, to Iggy’s and how fun it was.
“That was when you told him I’m singing there next week?” he asked.
I nodded, still unsure if he was mad at me for that.
In the end, Gage made it clear he was happy for the both of us. He said he could see how much his brother cared about me and that’s what was important. He did express his concerns if we broke up.
Chase stopped cooking and looked my way.
“He said that?” Chase asked.
“Well, yeah. I get it. And not just as the boss, but as your brother. We’d have a lot of issues at the office if we ever did break up. Have you not thought of that?”
Chase went back to trying to flip the omelets, his brows pinched as he did.
I wasn’t sure if it was the cooking or thinking about my comment that caused it.
A few minutes later, two omelets on plates and juice were on the island in front of me.
He came to sit next to me, and we ate in silence. At first.
“This is delicious, thank you.”
He smiled when he looked at me, but the smile disappeared.
“I don’t like how he’s already thinking about the end of us,” he said as he stared at his plate.
“Hey, that’s him being the boss of a billion-dollar company. Don’t read into it.”
My hand gripped his leg, urging him to face me. He spun on the stool, spread his legs, and pulled me against his body, as his arms encircled me.
“He really was happy for us, Chase,” I whispered against his chest.
“I’m glad, I knew he would be. C’mon, let’s finish eating.” He spun back toward his food, glancing at me sideways with a sly smile. “We need to get back upstairs.”
He started shoveling the rest of his omelet into his mouth.
“Eat,” he said.
“I am,” I laughed.
I cleared our plates, but he dragged me away before I could load them into the dishwasher. As he pushed me up the stairs, he playfully tried to undo the knot of the robe I wore.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” I said once we returned to his bedroom.
The sound of him jumping onto his bed made me chuckle as I closed the door.
Looking around the spacious room, I was struck once again by the stark differences between us.
The sleek gray tile that covered the walls from floor to ceiling with black grout made the room appear bigger than it was.
The fact was that his bathroom was about the size of my living room.
He had a double walk-in shower, a water closet, plus a huge jacuzzi tub.
The vanity included two sinks and enough drawers to give it double the storage of my kitchen.
Plus, there were three other bathrooms in this penthouse.
He would make light of it all if I brought it up. He was never flashy with his money or belongings. The family owned a private jet, and I don’t know if he’d ever even flown on it.
As I walked toward him, I noticed he was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, completely naked. He watched me undo the robe I wore, letting it fall as I continued walking toward him. He raised an eyebrow at me when I stopped a foot from the bed.
“Come here,” he said. He pulled me between his legs as his hands went around me and palmed my ass. “That was sexy as hell, Ms. McEntyre. I do believe you might be trying to seduce me.”
“Well, Mr. Parker…” I raked my nails across his shoulders. “I do believe you might be right.”
Suddenly, he flipped me over onto his bed. His body fell toward mine but he caught himself, propped up by strong arms bent next to my head.
His lips pressed against mine. Those perfect, pillow-soft lips. The kiss was tender at first. The intensity increased as our hands entwined in one another’s hair and our mouths refused to separate as we fought for the same air.
I felt his hardness against my belly. He was ready for me. His hand fumbled for the drawer next to his bed without pulling away from our kiss. Both his hands reached between us as he sheathed himself.
“That’s a talent,” I said with a soft chuckle. “All while keeping the kiss going.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, darling.”
The mischievous look that crossed his face would scare me if I didn’t know him. Now it simply intrigued me.
As our eyes were trained on one another, he lined himself up with my entrance. With one swift thrust, he was fully inside me.
We both stilled as my body adjusted to him. He moved some hair from the side of my head and whispered near my ear. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I breathed into his neck. “You feel amazing.”
My arms wrapped around his waist and slid down to the slope of his ass as I pulled him deeper into me. I lifted my hips and pushed against him.
“Fuck, Mare!”
He pulled out and slammed back into me. My feet locked around his back as we fell into a pounding, steady cadence.
He pulled at my breast, his hand rough as he squeezed and twisted it.
It was bordering between pleasure and pain as he pinched my nipple between his fingers.
His lips dropped to the other breast, sucking its peak deep into the back of his mouth.
“I love your tits. I can’t get enough of them, they’re perfect.”
He rose to his knees and peered down at me. Using both hands, he pushed my breasts together, flicking my nipples between his fingers as he did. The feeling went straight to my core as he continued to pump in and out of me.
“Hold on to my arms,” he said. “I’m flipping us over.”
He put his hands under my ass, lifted me up, and spun us over. I landed on his lap, his dick still inside me somehow. Gripping me by my hip bones, he pulled me down onto him harder. The sensation was intense as his dick pushed deeper into me.
“Oh my God, Chase…”
I threw my head back as I held onto his shoulders. His hands massaged my breasts, continuing to push them together.
“Ride me, baby. Fuck me hard,” he said.
Christ, that was such a turn-on, him telling me to fuck him. I grabbed hold of his shoulders as I rocked back and forth on his cock.
Faster and faster.
His hand went between us, between my legs, and found my clit. As I fucked him, he rubbed my sensitive clit, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Oh God, Chase!”
His thumb moved steadier on my clit as my moves grew frantic.
I was so close.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Let me watch you come,” he said.
His words turned me on even more, bringing me to the brink and back. His fingers worked their magic as I rode his cock. Both creating the sensation I was floating then slamming back down when his dick hit the back of my pussy.
“Chase…yes…oh my God…”
His hips started gyrating and pushing against mine, his other hand helping slide my body atop his even faster.
“Don’t stop!” he yelled.
Our slick bodies slapped against one another, the sounds echoing in the room. We were both there, together. At the top, about to fall off the cliff.
“Fuck!” Chase yelled.
His body stilled as his back arched. I felt his fingers dig into my hips as I rocked one last time, his dick twitching inside me.
As I collapsed onto his chest, my breathing was ragged and choppy. He wrapped his hands around me and rubbed my back, both of us catching our breath.
“That was amazing, again,” he said.
Pushing against his chest, I sat up and looked down at him.
“We were pretty good, weren’t we? But I’m exhausted now… Are you tired?” I moved off to the side of him and curled into his side, my head on his shoulder. My eyes were already closed.
“Let me go clean up,” he said. “And you should get some sleep. I’m gonna head to the studio to practice.”
Once he returned from the bathroom, he actually dressed.
“You’re really not coming to bed?” I asked.
“I have to practice, babe. This show is important, and I don’t have much time left to get ready. I won’t be long. You close your eyes.”
He bent down and kissed me.