“Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.” Josie decided she definitely needed some advice, and more nights off. “Also, do you know of anyone who might be interested in a job?”
By the time they got back to the house that night, Josie had arranged for Kara’s plates to be displayed and sold at Sweet Dreams and had leads on four new potential employees. Chance carried all her treasures into his house. She hadn’t intended to spend the night again. Instead, she’d planned to come over tomorrow, when Sam returned, but somehow Chance had convinced her to stay.
“Josie, do you cook? I know you bake, but do you like to cook?” Chance asked as he dumped all her bags onto the kitchen island and started rifling through the fridge.
“I can cook. But no, it’s not something I really like to do,” she admitted. “What about you?”
“I love it. Betty taught me, and hardly any of the other kids liked to do it, so it was our special time together.” He smiled over at her as he pulled ingredients out of the refrigerator and cupboards. “How about meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and those green beans we bought?”
“Sounds great. What can I do?”
“How about you go through the cupboards and see if we have what you need to make some dessert? We have a double oven, so we can have two things going at the same time. I like chocolate,” he reminded her. She laughed. As if she didn’t recall what he liked. It was almost twenty-six years later, and he hadn’t changed. He could just give her a puppy-dog look, and she would melt and do whatever he wanted.
They worked in companionable silence, occasionally sipping the wine that Chance had poured. Josie realized she could get used to this.
“You’re thinking too hard, Zee.” She shook her head, letting her curls hide her face. He popped the meatloaf in the oven, then came over and brushed back her hair. “What? Is something wrong?” She shook her head. “Is something right?” She chewed her lip and nodded her head, but she kept her lashes down. She was having trouble meeting his eyes.
“That’s what I think, too. This is right, it’s close to being perfect, and we’ll get there.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. “God, I love your eyes, Josie. I always know what you’re thinking, and they’re such a pretty shade of brown and gold. Like something oozing with caramel from your shop.” He seemed so sincere. And yet, Josie couldn’t shake the feeling it wasn’t true.
“Damn it, right there, I can see it! You doubt what I’m saying. What was the name of the douche bag that did such a number on your self-esteem?”
“His name was Russell. But I allowed it, Chance. It’s not his fault. It’s mine.”
Chance’s thumb stroked over her cheekbone, back and forth. “Can you please tell me why you think you are responsible for everything and everyone? Do you think it is your fault that Sam left?”
“Of course, it is,” Josie said. “If I had gotten out of his way, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and he wouldn’t have had to leave.” It had been so obvious. As soon as he started getting violent, she should have moved faster. She had plenty of experience with violence and she knew the signs. There was no excuse, even if she had been half-asleep.
“That’s what I thought.” Chance slid a soft kiss against her lips. “I know Sam didn’t mean to hurt you. I know it was an accident, but he’s out of line for not taking care of himself, and now he’s causing harm to others. He hurt you. That’s unacceptable. Even if you don’t realize it, he and I do.” He traced her lips and kissed her again. “You aren’t at fault in the least little bit.” He tapped her nose and smiled. “So, when do the chocolate lava cakes go into the oven?”
“We’ll pop ’em in about fifteen minutes before we want to serve them. How long before the meatloaf is going to be ready?”
“Forty-five minutes,” Chance answered. He paused, and Josie giggled. She was positive what he was going to suggest.
“Let’s put the cakes in now.” She laughed harder. “Is there enough for cakes after dinner, too?”
“God, Chance, are you sure you’re an adult?”
“I’ll show you my driver’s license.”
After dinner, Chance insisted on icing Josie’s arm again. “What do you mean I have to take my sweatshirt off?”
“Rolling up the sleeve cuts off your circulation above the bruise, so it isn’t helping with the icing. We need to get the sweatshirt off you.”
Josie looked at him intently. “How did you manage to say that with a straight face?” she finally asked.
“Lots of practice bullshitting in corporate America,” he proudly proclaimed.
“So, do you want to try the truth?” she asked.
“Please take off your shirt so I can see your breasts almost fall out of your corset, Zee. I’ve been a good boy all day.”
Josie shook her head as she looked at him, holding the ice pack, with that one blond curl falling across his forehead. He looked like a fallen angel who had just discovered sex and liked it. She whipped the sweatshirt over her head.
“Oh, yeah. I love the color pink, especially when it is next to your brown skin.” Josie shivered, but not from cold. It was from the look in his eyes. “Speaking of cake, keep this on for fifteen minutes. That’s how long the lava cakes will be in the oven. Do you want another glass of wine?” Josie shook her head. The one glass of wine had seemed harmless, but combined with Chance’s glances, touches, and kisses, her head was spinning.
“I really don’t think my arm needs to be iced anymore, Chance. The swelling is totally gone. I’m just going to end up with a bruise, but I can move my arm just fine.” She showed him her arm’s flexibility, raising it over head. Then she noticed that rather than looking at her arm, he was looking at her breasts. When she looked down, she realized that by raising her arms, she had raised her breasts so that her nipples were peeking out of the top of her corset.
“If your arm is fine, what are we going to do with this ice?” Chance asked in a hoarse voice.
Josie quickly lowered her arm and grabbed up her sweatshirt, which Chance pulled out of her hands. “You didn’t answer my question, Zee, what are we going to do with this ice?” His heated gaze caught hers.
“We don’t need it, you can throw it in the sink,” she whispered.
“No, I think I saw something else that was swelling.” He unzipped the plastic sandwich bag, scooped out an ice cube, and brought it to her lips. “Suck on it, Zee.”
She opened her mouth and he placed the shard of ice between her lips. He slowly pushed it in and out. “I hope you warmed it up a little, Honey.” He traced it down her chin, lower, down her neck, to the top swell of her breast. “Is it warm?”
“No.” She stared down, hypnotized as he trailed the ice lower and lower, until finally he dipped it down under the cup of her corset, and it touched her nipple. “Ahhhh,” she groaned out.
“Tell me how it feels, Zee. Is it cold? Is it reducing the swelling, or making it worse? Do I need to kiss it and make it better?” He bent down and trailed his lips against the glistening stream of water from neck to breast, until he lifted her breast and suckled her nipple. He lashed back and forth against her turgid peak, until she panted and pressed closer to his mouth.
Looking down and seeing the beauty of their contrasting skin tones dazzled her. They looked so sexy together. Maybe she was finally understanding what Sam and Chance had been telling her. Maybe it wasn’t so much that she was beautiful like they kept saying, but maybe the three of them together was a thing of beauty.
Then Chance used his teeth and all thoughts flew out of her head. Josie threw her head back against the sofa and clutched his head to her chest. She thought he might have chuckled, but it didn’t matter as long as he didn’t stop.
An incessant buzzing sound kept interrupting her fog of pleasure. Chance’s hands were now at the button of her jeans. Apparently, he hadn’t heard the sound. Maybe she was imagining it. Josie shook her head, but it only got louder, and then she realized it was the oven timer.
“Chance, the cakes. They’re done, the timer is ringing.” He didn’t stop, he was very intent on his task, and he was not listening to the buzzer, or to her.
“Chance!” she batted his hands away from her jeans and stood up.
As soon as she realized her breasts were pouring out of her corset, she sat back down and clasped her hands over her chest, trying to cover and hold them up. Chance pulled her arms away from her body.
“Don’t you dare hide yourself from me. If it were up to me, you would walk around naked twenty-four-seven. You have the most delectable body I have ever been allowed to touch, Ms. Decker.” He let go of her arms, and cupped and held up both of her breasts, and then gently put both of them back into the cups of her corset, giving each of her nipples a noisy smooch. Once again, he made Josie giggle.
“You idiot, let’s go get you your second dessert,” she said.
“Our time on the sofa was my second dessert. This cake will now be my third dessert of the evening. Then we’re going into the bedroom for my fourth and fifth round of dessert.”
Chapter 21
Chance made quick work of his second individual chocolate lava cake of the evening. Josie was only able to eat a bite of hers, so they put it in the fridge, and Chance guided her to the bedroom. Josie was a mass of need by the time they crossed the threshold. She was still a little sore from last night—not her back, but in more intimate areas. But at the same time, she ached with need. It made no sense, and only got worse while Chance had played with her on the sofa.
“Honey, I would love it if you would take off your jeans and panties for me.” Somehow Chance was now sitting on the end of the bed. How was it that she so often spaced out in the bedroom? And this time she hadn’t even had an orgasm, she’d only been thinking about one. “Josie, are you listening to me?” Chance asked gently.
“Yes, Chance.” She loved seeing how his eyes warmed.
“Please take off all of your clothes, but leave the corset on, then come over to me.” He didn’t make demands like Sam, but Josie wanted to please this man. She’d already taken off her shoes, so she pulled off her socks, then unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them. She smiled when she heard Chance groan. When she stood before him in just a pink corset and thong, she looked up and saw a man who absolutely liked what he saw. It made her happy. It made her feel beautiful, and a little brave. She hooked her fingers in the side of her thong, and ever so slowly pulled the lacy garment down her body. When it reached her calves, she stepped out of them. She kicked them away and stood proudly in front of Chance, then strolled confidently toward him.
“Chance, I want to ask you a favor.”
“Anything.”
She knelt in front of him.
“I want to make you senseless,” she whispered, reaching for the fastening at the top of his jeans. Chance stayed her hands.
“Every time we’re together, you make me senseless. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Why would you think I wouldn’t want to do this?” Josie asked as she looked up at him through her dark fringe of lashes. Chance clasped both of her hands and brought them up to his chest, forcing her to kneel up, their foreheads touching.
“Tell me the truth, Zee. Have you ever enjoyed performing oral sex?” Her silence was answer enough. “Why don’t we work our way up to this, huh?” He dropped a languid kiss on her lips, and then slid over to bite her earlobe, and she arched up into the caress.
“Stop!” He released her ear at her command. “Don’t you dare distract me! I might not have enjoyed what I have done in the past, but so far everything I’ve done with you and Sam has been wonderful. Chance, I’ve been thinking about doing this all day. Every single time you’ve mentioned the word dessert, my mouth has watered, and it has been at the idea of having your cock in my mouth. Now drop your damn pants, mister.” Once again Josie found herself giggling as Chance got naked in seconds flat.
“How do you want me, Josie? Sitting? Standing? Laying down? Standing on my head?” Josie was still on her knees as a very naked Chance stood in front of her, his cock level with her mouth. Seeing it this close, she was amazed it had ever fit inside of her. He was huge. Beautiful. She loved seeing the flushed head almost pulsing in excitement. Josie reached out, enjoying how velvety soft he felt. She stroked down and found her fingers couldn’t circle around the base of him. She opened her mouth and licked up the bead of fluid that leaked out the slit, humming in pleasure at the taste. So, this is how Chance tastes, she thought. Salty, sweet, and intoxicating. Of course he’d go to her head like tequila.
“Josie, I’m going to die a happy man.” She saw his wide grin, and she mirrored his for just a second before she enveloped the head of his penis into the warmth of her mouth. His grin changed to a grimace, and then she stopped looking because she couldn’t focus on his face when she was experiencing the wonders of this new sensation. Josie closed her eyes, wanting to savor every instant, every moment. Chance’s fingers tangled in her curls, and then when she brushed her tongue under the head of his cock, he hissed and his hand fisted in her hair. She loved his reaction, so she laved that spot again and again with her tongue, relishing his response.
After her trepidation had calmed down a bit, she pushed forward, bringing more of Chance into the comfort of her mouth, cherishing him. It felt so good to express her love in a new way. As soon as she realized that, she relaxed even more and brought more of him inside of her, until she felt the broad head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She slowly slid him in and out of the cavern of her mouth, lost in the sensation of having him so close, lost in the sounds of pleasure he made, lost in the musky scent immersing her, lost in the way his fingers clenched her hair.
“Josie! Stop—” Chance gripped her hair tightly and he tried to pull back her head. She wrapped her arm around his thighs, holding him tight, keeping her mouth on her precious treat.
“Honey, I’m going to come. You’ve got to stop.” There was a bite of pain in her scalp as he pulled harder. Josie sucked harder and was rewarded with an explosion of salty fluid that pulsed down her throat, filling her up with the essence of Chance. She swallowed, moaning in satisfaction, pressing her nose into the warmth of his groin, wanting to get as close to this man as possible, glorying in the opportunity to drink in every part of him. She was right. He intoxicated her.
Once again, Josie found herself being roused out of a stupor. She lay on her stomach on the bed, as Chance eased the laces of her corset.
“Are you back with me, Zee?” She heard both the laughter and concern in his voice.
“Chance, what the hell?” she asked petulantly. He rolled her over, helped her into a sitting position, and brought a glass to her lips. She took a sip, and then grabbed the frosty drink from him and eagerly drank it down.
“There you go. I figured any woman who swallows deserves a sweet juice chaser.”
Josie’s eyes got wide, and she shook her head. “Look, smart-ass, would you mind explaining to me why in the hell it seems like I’m always zoning out after bedroom activities?” Josie watched him open his mouth, and she slapped her hand over his lips. “I’m serious. I wasn’t looking for another smartass comment.”
Chance took the glass from her and put it on the nightstand.
“Two things. One, I think sometimes the corsets and your brace are constricting your breathing so when we do strenuous activities, you become pretty lightheaded.”
Josie nodded. It made some sense. “But why doesn’t that happen when I’m working in the bakery?”
“That brings us to the second thing. I think you go into sub-space.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s the head-space that a submissive gets into when they are in a sexually charged situation. You don’t have to orgasm, you just have to be really aroused, and then you get so into that head-space it takes you a bit to come back to reality.”
“That’s it!” Josie immediately agreed, glad to hear it wasn’
t the constriction. “Hey, wait a minute, I’m not submissive,” she argued.
“You are, too,” Chance countered and reached around her to finish unlacing her. She waved his hands away.
“No way am I submissive. Fine, I like it when y’all take charge, I’ll admit that. But, how do you think I managed to raise two girls by myself, move across the country, and start my own business, if I was some kind of weakling?” she demanded.
Chance finished with the last lace and pulled the corset off her, leaving her completely naked. “Josie, you are ten times stronger than I am, but you’re still sexually submissive. You love being told what to do in the bedroom. Oh, you like what we do in the bedroom, and I make you come like crazy, but Sam can make your panties wet just by lowering his voice.”
She gave him the side-eye. “So, is this good or bad? For real, Reynolds. No bullshit.”
Chance took handfuls of her black curls and sifted through them, letting them settle around her like a silky cape. “Honey, I’ve had my share of women.” Josie frowned, not really happy to hear about his sexual exploits. “But there has never been a woman who has fulfilled me as much sexually and emotionally as you have. You’re it for me.” Chance caressed one of her nipples peeking out from her blanket of hair.
“So, you like how I am in the bedroom?” Josie asked tentatively.
“You want to know if I like a woman who gives me the best blowjob of my life, and then is so aroused by doing so that she nearly passes out? Fuck yeah, I more than like! I love how you are in the bedroom.”
Josie’s smile spread across her face like a rainbow bursting through the clouds.
“However…”
She waited, and when he didn’t say anything, she prompted. “What?” she asked finally.
“I want more.” Chance smiled down at her.
“You want another blowjob?” She knelt up on the bed, excited at the prospect.
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