Chapter 34
M y shirt went off first, revealing my ripped shoulders, my broad chest, and my bulky arms. Claire moaned as I continued to kiss her, opening my eyes only to make sure I didn’t slam her into a kitchen table or wall by mistake.
Once I lined myself up with a clear path to the bedroom, I charged forward.
I dropped her onto the bed, eliciting a quick cry followed by a laugh from her.
I waited until she stopped laughing, and then I gave her a sly smile.
Oh, was she in for a treat. She thought she knew, but she really didn’t.
She had no idea what was coming. Someone as smart as her might have thought they could deduce what was coming, but that was such a naive thought.
When the animalistic side of Chance Hunt came out to play, there was nothing that could be predicted other than a good time and a pleasurable orgasm on both sides.
I just stood there for a second, admiring her body.
“What?” she said.
But I didn’t say anything. A man in heat didn’t speak more than he had to—he simply did what he had to and then some.
And so I crawled up the bed and kissed her.
I felt her hands reaching for my groin, desperately trying to tear off the belt and unbutton them as she could.
But I left her no choice to do that, moving down her body as I felt her warmth and wetness start near my groin and move up my body as I moved down hers.
Already, she was writhing with pleasure. Already, she was moaning my name like I was her god. Already, she was begging me to get started.
Ahh, but what was the fun in moving so quickly? Sure, she might feel good sooner, but delayed gratification resulted in maximal pleasure. Surely, someone as smart as Claire McLendon knew that.
When I finally found my face between her legs, I did not yet strike. I kissed her thighs, causing her to shake even more. Oh, God, was she getting impatient. I knew I had to move before pleasurable frustration turned to real frustration.
Now, the animal could strike. Now, I could sink my mouth into her. Now, I could go for the de facto kill.
I pressed my mouth into her lower lips, eliciting a surprised gasp. Perhaps she had not anticipated me moving so quickly when it was time. It’s like I said—nothing was predictable with me except the outcome.
I treated her pussy like the divine musical instrument that it was.
I darted my tongue on it, I licked it slowly, I slid my fingers in and out; it created a kind of orgasmic symphony that wanted to hit its crescendo but could not be allowed to so early in the show.
Oh, heavens, she wanted the conductor to get to the point and allow her to achieve the highest note, but what was the fun in that?
She had to build to the moment of explosion; it would feel so much more well earned that way.
“Ohhh, Chance,” she moaned.
I heard her say that and a few other words, but I never paid much attention to them.
I just followed the motion of her hips and the quivering that followed as signals of how she felt.
She could always say something, but faking the involuntary twitching was, well, impossible since it was just that, involuntary.
But boy, if she somehow had mastered her body to do it, she sure was faking it a great deal.
I pushed her closer and closer to the edge as she swelled and begged for the sweet release.
I would make her think I was giving it to her…
and then emerge from the depths, look at her, and smiled greedily.
I knew what awaited the other side of my work on her, and I anticipated it now just as much as she had anticipated this.
But first, she had to come.
At one point, I must have hit a particularly sensitive part of her, because her hips moved so violently I felt like she might have snapped my neck at any second. No harm, no foul, though. It just made me more greedy to get her to come.
When I knew I had her at the edge, I didn’t stop as I had before, but I did slow down so that every…
agonizing… second… that… transpired felt like it moved at the opposite of the speed of light, bringing every moment to its maximum duration without actually losing the orgasm.
Her gasps became shorter, almost as if she was hyperventilating, as she awaited the blast of the symphony.
And then it happened.
For a good dozen seconds, like a symphony reaching the point where the chill reaches its greatest point, Claire exploded with pleasure, her legs shaking and her voice screaming at the top of her lungs.
I hoped all of Manhattan heard the grand performance that we had just produced—it was nothing less than a true work of art.
When she finally finished, she squirmed away. I sat back, her juices still on my chin and lips, and admired her.
God, she was just so fucking sexy lying there, trying to recover from what I had just done. God have mercy on her soul, I knew that orgasm was sticking with her for hours, if not days, to follow. She was practically whimpering at how good it felt.
“My God,” she said. “How the fuck…”
I just smirked. An animal didn’t know his own secrets—he just did what he was born to do and let the rest fall where they may.
I hadn’t let this animal out in some time. It felt good to let him roam free. Claire had just so happened to benefit from allowing it to burst out of its cage.
And now, as Claire rose to her knees and came to me, I knew it was my turn.
With surprising strength, as she kissed me, Claire pushed me into the bed, returning the favor of kissing from my neck and working her way down to my chest. She had succeeded earlier in getting my belt off, but she hadn’t quite made it to my button. That… was not going to be an issue any longer.
In fact, it took her so short of time that she didn’t even have my pants completely off before she had her hands wrapped around me, beginning the slow torque and up-and-down motion.
“You did some filthy things to me, Chance Hunt,” she said. “And now I’m going to return the fucking favor.”
Now this was a aide of Claire I didn’t know existed. As it turned out, two could play that game. Call me crazy, but I had no problems signing up to play.
She moved her face down and wrapped her lips around, sucking on me as my entire body’s focus shifted toward the tip of my cock.
I’m not sure how much Claire had to fight preventing herself from orgasming so quickly, but if it was anything like this, then I was impressed that Claire lasted as long as she did.
The manner in which she worked suggested I had severely underestimated her. If I had known that she would move and work so effectively, I would never have left her alone at the bar the night before. In fact, I may have just pulled her into the bathroom and gone to work on her right then and there.
She seemed to have perfect timing on everything, from the way she fondled my balls to the way she looked at me with those sharp eyes, as if she was a fucking pro at what she did. She took very few breaks for air, and when she did, her hand continued to work.
I had to beg her to stop so I could fuck her. I grabbed a condom from my pocket, put it on, and Claire mounted me.
“Oh, Chance,” she said.
Her pleasurable cries were beginning even before I’d gotten inside of her, just by brushing up on her. When she put me in her, I knew we had picked right back up where I’d left her—writhing and moaning in unbelievable pleasure.
Watching her on top, her breasts bouncing, her mouth gaping open, her hair flowing in space, I only had to ask myself one question.
Why the fuck did it take you so long?
She and I went at this, body-on-body, pleasure for pleasure, for what felt like an eternity.
We switched positions as I lay on top of her and then got into her from behind, and every position felt better than the last. Everything we did felt like a perfect match—now I began to also wish I’d discovered her while at Burnson Investments.
Works well, doesn’t it, how this all played out?
When I finally began to feel like I was going to come, I flipped her back on her back. She knew what was happening without asking and ripped the condom off, jerking me until I finished all over her chest, moaning my own version of the finished song of sexual release.
Like a painting, I could only stare at what had just happened, admiring the beauty radiating from Claire McLendon and what I had done.
“Took you long enough,” Claire said, giggling. “I’ll be back.”
She leaned up, kissed me, and then headed to the bathroom to wash off. In that roughly 30 seconds between when she entered and came back, I lay on her bed, thinking about what had just happened.
The animal within had clawed its way out and left its mark on Claire.
I had not unleashed that side of me since Layla, but even then, it felt like that side wasn’t as fully explored as Claire was.
There was always the fear of being caught by her father…
uncle… whatever Craig Taylor was. There was always the risk of losing my job for having sex in the office.
With Claire, those thoughts never crossed my mind. Sure, if Morgan found out, he might be concerned about the ethics of sleeping with a member of our portfolio. But Morgan, if anything, had permitted, if not continuously encouraged, this behavior. He wouldn’t see anything wrong with it.
So for now, I didn’t see anything wrong with it.
When Claire emerged from the bathroom, I definitely didn’t see anything wrong with it.
“Oh, that’s just what I needed,” Claire said with a short chuckle. “Chance Hunt, I don’t know how you did what you just did, but try and capture that magic for next time.”
“Wow, there’ll be a next time? I thought you hated this.”
Claire just laughed, playfully slapping my chest in the process.
“With the Adonis-type of frame that you have? I would be a fool not to keep this up.”
She snuggled closer, pushing her head against mine.
“Just don’t tell Morgan. I don’t want to create any problems there.”
I definitely didn’t, but hearing his name reminded me.
I had to be up before 6 a.m. to get to the airport. And I hadn’t even packed.
“I won’t, but he is making me leave on a 6 a.m. flight,” I said as I sat up. Claire tugged on me, but I pushed through.
“Stay for fifteen?” she pleaded.
I looked at my phone. It was 8:30. It wasn’t that late. But then again, a 6 a.m. flight was that early.
Still, just fifteen?
I set my alarm and leaned back down.
“I appreciate what you do, Chance.”
I chuckled and tried not to sound inappropriate.
“I’m glad I could do what I did.”
“I don’t mean here, although, yeah, that too,” Claire said with a laugh. “The truth is, all of our other investors got scared off by my age and inexperience. You saw the numbers. They all make sense. But no one else was willing to gamble on me. I am so glad you and Morgan decided to risk it.”
We’re the only ones.
Which means we have leverage.
Which means…
I didn’t respond, choosing instead to scratch her hair as a sign of affection. It was a good thing, too, because if I said anything, it would have been, “Why the fuck did you just tell me this?”
Now I had two opposing obligations, neither of which would please the other. If I told Morgan this, Claire would be devastated and hate me forever. Not that I could blame her, having been on the other side of the coin and knowing what it felt like to get used.
If I didn’t tell Morgan this and he found out, he would question my loyalty to the company and choosing what was nothing more than a casual fling over our long-term success.
I just kept my mouth shut, because I knew no matter what I could say, it would only create even more problems. One side was going to lose badly, and I had no idea which side it was going to be yet.
Claire’s.
Or Morgan’s.
“Thank you, Chance,” she said.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It felt like a tender kiss, which worried me even more. Maybe this was just casual still, and maybe tomorrow, Claire would realize she was acting a little too doting and take a step back. But this kiss…
It felt too intimate, too close. If Claire developed feelings, I would feel even more conflicted. I was smart enough to pull away from Claire if that happened, but then it would make screwing her over on the business side of things even worse.
And it’s not like I had a clear side to lean to. Even by the minute, my thoughts on the matter changed. One second, my duty to the company bearing my name seemed to take precedence—it would just a lesson Claire would have to learn the hard way.
The next, I reminded myself how bad Layla’s experience had treated me and how I had only gotten back on my feet because of my connections to Morgan. It had taken being adopted by a billionaire family to overcome something so devastating. Claire, as best as I could tell, did not have such luck.
I just closed my eyes until the alarm went off. By then, I had gathered my bearings enough to crack a few jokes about making Claire wait for the moment, and when she saw me off, her kiss was much shorter and much less passionate.
But the damage had already been done.
The question, it seemed, was to who.