13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Millie
I’m bent over the sofa, Chase’s fingers deep inside me, making me cry out. “You’re going to make me late for my first day of work,” I gasp, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
“Then you better hurry up and come,” he laughs, his tone teasing. His fingers move faster and I can’t hold back.
“Oh God,” I cry, feeling the heat build in my core. He’s laughing, enjoying every second of my torment.
“God is not in this room, baby.”
“Chase, I’m going to come,” I whimper, feeling the wave of pleasure crash over me.
“These sundresses you wear are to blame for my horniness,” he says, a grin in his voice. Today, I’m in a bright pink one. It’s currently tumbled up over my shoulders to give Chase access to my body.
As I come, he watches me, his eyes dark with desire, then licks his fingers clean, making my core clench again. His tongue swirls around his fingers slowly, savoring every drop and I shiver at the sight.
I touch the bulge in his pants, feeling a thrill. “I can spare a few minutes to repay the favor,” I say, my voice low and needy.
He takes my palm and kisses it. “I like being edged. The thought of taking that dress off you tonight is enough to keep me excited all day.”
He pulls me upright, his lips crashing onto mine in a deep, possessive kiss. I melt into him, my body still humming from the orgasm. His hands roam my body, slipping under the hem of my dress and caressing my thighs.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot and heavy. He lifts my dress, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties before hooking them and pulling them down. The cool air hits my bare skin, and I tremble.
“Chase,” I breathe, my fingers curling into his hair.
He drops to his knees, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, inching closer to where I need him most. I’m barely standing, my legs shaky from anticipation. He parts my legs wider, his hot breath making me squirm.
“I love how you taste,” he says, his voice rough with desire. He licks a long, slow line from my entrance to my clit, making me moan loudly. His tongue circles my clit, and I’m already on the edge again. He knows exactly how to drive me wild.
“Chase, please,” I beg, my hands gripping the sofa for support.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers sliding back inside me and I scream his name, coming undone all over again. My body convulses with pleasure, and he doesn’t stop until I’m a trembling, breathless mess.
He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside me, while his tongue flicks and swirls around my clit. The combination is mind-blowing, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.
“Chase,” I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth. He growls, a low, primal sound that vibrates against my sensitive skin, making me gasp.
His fingers move faster, thrusting in and out, and I can feel the pressure building again. He sucks harder on my clit, his tongue relentless, driving me to the brink of madness. Every thrust, every suck, pushes me higher and I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice barely a whisper. He groans in response, the sound muffled against my flesh. His free hand grips my hip, holding me steady as I writhe against him.
His fingers curl again, hitting that spot with precision and I cry out, the pleasure overwhelming. He sucks harder, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony and I’m lost in the sensations, my body trembling uncontrollably.
“Oh God, Chase, I’m coming,” I scream, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My muscles clench around his fingers, and he keeps thrusting, prolonging the intense pleasure. His mouth never leaves my clit, his tongue still working its magic, driving me higher and higher.
He doesn’t stop, drawing out every last bit of my orgasm until I’m a quivering, breathless mess. My legs give out and I collapse onto the sofa, panting and trembling. He finally pulls back, his fingers sliding out of me slowly, leaving me aching and satisfied.
He stands, wiping his mouth with a wicked grin. “That’s how I like to start my day,” he says, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips and it only makes me crave him more.
He pulls a treat for Peanut from his pocket and hands it to him. “Be nice to your mom today,” he says to Peanut, then turns to me. “And you, be nice to yourself today.”
“I will,” I promise, still reeling from the intense pleasure. “But tonight, it’s your turn.”
“I’m counting on it,” he says, winking at me before heading out the door.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. It’s going to be a long, deliciously torturous day dreaming about tonight.
After he leaves, I straighten my hair, trying to calm my nerves. “Chase will be the death of me,” I tell Peanut, who just wags his tail, oblivious to my turmoil.
I grab my bag and his leash and head to Declan’s apartment, my mind still reeling from the morning’s events. As I walk, I think about the look on Chase’s face, the way he touched me and the promise of tonight. It’s enough to make me smile, despite the chaos in my head.
I reach Declan’s door and take a deep breath before knocking. It swings open almost immediately and there he is, looking a bit frazzled but still handsome as ever. “Morning, Millie,” he says, stepping aside to let me in.
“Morning, Declan. Where’s Lily?”
“She’s in the living room, playing with her toys. Thanks for coming on such short notice.”
“No problem at all.” I smile, heading to the living room where Lily is engrossed in her toys. “Hey, Lily!”
“Hi, Millie!” She beams up at me. “Can we make pancakes today?”
“Of course, sweetie. Let’s go wash our hands first.”
We head to the kitchen and as I help Lily wash her hands, Declan leans against the counter, watching us. “I still can’t believe you’re doing this. I had some of the pizza slices left over from yesterday. Honestly, I think you should be a chef.”
“I just like baking and cooking,” I say dismissively, waving a hand.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Whatever you guys make, please save some for me.”
“You’ve got it.” I swear I see him clench his jaw before he looks away.
“I’m going to get ready for practice now. I’ll be back in a minute.” And then he’s gone.
I’m fighting not to blush as I focus on the task in front of me. It doesn’t matter how sexy I think he is when he clenches his jaw like that. He is my boss…and besides, I have a boyfriend. Or at least, I think of Chase as my boyfriend.
I can’t be interested in more than one guy, right?
“Strawberry,” Lily says, jolting me back to reality.
“What?”
“Strawberry. Let’s make strawberry pancakes.”
“Oh okay. I love the sound of that.”
We start looking for the strawberries, which Lily swears she saw somewhere.
“Where are they, Lily?”
“I saw them here yesterday,” she insists, rummaging through the fridge.
“Daddy!” she calls out.
Declan comes running into the kitchen, shirtless and barefoot, wearing just his jeans. The tattoo of a lily on his bicep catches my eye, highlighting his toned muscles. He looks so clean-cut, not like a man I would have expected to have tattoos.
I have to remind myself to breathe.
“What’s up?” he asks.
“Where are the strawberries?” I manage to say.
“Sometimes, when the kitchen fridge is full, I put the rest of the groceries in the pantry fridge,” he explains, showing me where it is. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, trying to focus.
Getting back to making pancakes with Lily is hard after that little display, but I manage. When Declan returns, he serves himself a pancake and as he’s eating, he says, “Lily’s on school break, but every once in a while, her teachers send in reading assignments. Keep an eye on those for me.”
“Got it,” I nod.
“Also, try to limit her iPad time. Maybe take her and Peanut on a walk?”
“Hey!” Lily protests.
“Don’t you like Peanut?” her father grins at her.
“Yes, but I like my iPad, too.”
“I love walks,” I say, smiling. “Lilly will love walking with us.”
“Her go-to treat is Burger King French fries,” he adds. “And if anything comes up, don’t hesitate to call me.”
“Okay,” I say, feeling a little flutter in my chest when he kisses Lily’s cheek. I find myself wishing he’d kiss my cheek too. I am so fucking screwed.
“Practice may run a little late, but I’ll be back by six,” he says, and then he’s gone.
Ten minutes later, the door opens. I expect to see Declan. Maybe he forgot something and needed to come and get it, but when I turn around, I drop the plate I’m holding. The last person I expect is standing there.
Finn.
His blonde hair is cropped shorter than it was the last time I saw him. His green eyes are locked on me. This cannot be real.
“Millie!” he gasps.
Lily, standing beside me, says, “Hey, Uncle Finn!”
But my world has just stopped.
“Finn,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. My heart is pounding in my chest, my mind racing. What is he doing here?
“I didn’t know you were here,” he says, stepping closer.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.