Her wide eyed expression and dropped jaw had him smiling with a raised brow. “Is there a problem, baby?”
“Yeah! I don’t think…I mean…You’re a big boy…” She stammered over her words, pointing at his almost angry arousal. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
“Oh, it’ll fit, I’ll make it fit…I just need to get you good and ready!” He smiled naughtily.
He crawled over her body, then leaned in and licked her bottom lip. Her eyes closed and she parted her lips, allowing him access to her waiting tongue. While their tongues explored each other in eager swirls, Chase’s hands kneaded her breasts, feeling her nipples harden against the palms of his hands. His hands slid to her back and, with precision, he unhooked her bra, pulling it away and releasing her breasts.
Glancing down, a moan escaped him in response to the sight of her beautiful, plumped breasts and tight, pink nipples. “You have magnificent tits, Miss Fox.”
His mouth moved back and forth, from one nipple to the other, as he licked and sucked them insatiably. Her moans of pleasure rang out through the room, making his lust for her hard to control. His balls throbbed almost painfully. Fisting his cock, he stroked a few times to give himself a moment of relief. He had extraordinary stamina, but she was going be the death of him.
Chase’s hand slid into her panties, and Eden willingly spread her thighs to reveal a cleanly shaven mound, which he found more than a little erotic. Yep, she was going to be the death of him, he thought. He inserted two fingers into her cleft, causing her to let out a soft languid moan as her back arched and her hold around his neck tightened. Chase now knew exactly what it was like to make her moan; it only encouraged him to hear more. She was so wet already, but he needed her to want him like nothing she had ever wanted before.
With his thumb, he stroked over her clit in circles, applying more and more pressure until he had her twisting her hips to match his pattern as he finger fucked her. Suddenly, her orgasm took her over. She shook uncontrollably, crying out her gratification, her mouth forming an O. He watched her face, all the while feeling himself near climax at her satisfaction. He pulled his fingers away and Eden moaned her protest. His need finally getting the better of him, he tore her panties from her, looking into her eyes with his own filled with a dark greed.
“Sorry, I’ll replace them. I can’t wait another fucking minute to have your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he growled, trying to take a breath. Eden liked his filthy mouth; she found it sexually exciting. It took only a few seconds to tear open a condom and slide it over his cock. He stroked it a few times, smiling into her face as he did, enjoying her watching him jack his own cock.
“Fuck me, Chase…fuck me now,” she demanded. He didn’t need any more encouragement.
He held the tip of his cock at her opening and ran it up and down, using her juices as a lubricant. He pushed the head of his cock into her and waited while she adjusted to his size. He could feel her hips come forward and he held her off.
“Baby, we gotta go slow. You’re so tight and I’m big. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me,” she said. She was so ready to take over, she spread her legs wider and grabbed his ass cheeks, forcing him in a few inches further, and he growled through gritted teeth.
“Oh yeah, baby, a little wider,” Chase said as he slid his hands under her ass and pulled her tighter to him. She was starting to accept his size, but it was agony, sweet burning agony. His cock buried deeper into her.
Frustrated with the slow pace, Eden thrust her hips and pulled his ass until he was just about there. She could feel his heat burning deep inside her and she wanted more.
Chase pulled back until the head of his cock was just inside her soaking wet pussy and then he thrust himself deep, until his balls slapped against her ass. Eden let out a roar and Chase started his rhythm, stroking forward and back, holding tight to her ass, each forward thrust taking his breath away. As he rocked his hips he stroked over her g-spot, sending shivers through her. She closed her eyes in rapture while her climax built again.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to watch you come.” His voice was velvety and soft as his own climax built.
Eden’s eyes popped open and she took a deep breath, holding it as waves rippled through her. Her creamy release flowed over Chase’s cock and down the crack of her ass. She had never felt an orgasm like this, it went on and on. Chase watched her face, indescribable with pure pleasure.
“Breathe, baby,” he told her as his climax grew nearer. He moved his hands up to her face and held his forehead to hers, staring into her eyes, his mouth open as he started over the edge.
“I’m going to come, oh god!” He buried himself and held deep inside her as his own explosive orgasm released. He shook and moaned her name, resting his lips against her neck, his breath heavy on her skin.
“Amazing,” Eden said, as Chase pulled out of her and rolled onto the bed.
“You can say that again.”
“Amazing,” she giggled.
Chase lay on his side, leaning his head on his arm as he watched Eden’s chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. He trailed his fingertip up Eden’s arm, noting the goose bumps rise to the surface of her silky skin.
“You ok, Eden?” he asked. The silence was deafening in the room and Chase panicked. “Eden, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she said, rolling over to face him. His bright green eyes practically glowed in the dim light. So beautiful, she thought to herself and reached her hand up to touch his cheek.
Chase took her hand from his face and planted a kiss in her palm. “Are you regretting what just happened here?”
“Not for a minute,” she assured him. “Just wondering what happens now?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Eden rolled away from Chase, drawing the bedspread with her and sat on the bed’s edge, pulling it around her shoulders. She felt terrible suddenly. Her stomach churned, not like she was about to throw up, but more like a feeling of dread, she almost felt like she could cry.
“This can never happen again,” she blurted.
“I thought you had no regrets?” he stated, crawling up behind her and pulling her back against his chest.
She shook her head, sitting forward, breaking from his grasp. “I don’t. I really don’t.” Her curls caressed his belly and he lifted a loose strand between his fingers, holding it to his nose, drawing in her scent.
“You can’t mean that. If you don’t regret having sex with me, then tell me why this can’t happen again.”
“For professional reasons. The firm has a very strict no fraternizing policy. There are signed contracts. I could lose my job and I’ve worked too hard to get where I am to lose it all over sex,” she told him without hesitation.
He scooted to sit beside her. “That’s a little drastic don’t you think?” She lowered her eyes to her lap and let out a deep breath. “You’re serious?” he asked.
“I signed the contract, Chase…you’re a client…you’re my boss. I don’t regret what we did, it was fantastic, but I should have thought with my head, not with my…you know.” She pointed to the junction between her legs and they laughed.
“I always thought that was just a guy thing. You know, the little head, big head deal.” He took her hand in his and ran his thumb across her knuckles.
She stood and snatched up her dress and bra from the floor, not bothering with the torn panties and disappeared toward the washroom. “I’m sorry,” Eden said, her stomach aching at the thought of never feeling his touch or feeling him buried deep inside her again. She watched him for a moment and looked away as the door closed.
Chase could still taste her salty skin on his lips as he licked them while he dressed. He tucked his tie into his inner pocket and ran his hands through his unruly hair, trying to get rid of that just-fucked look. He stared over at the washroom door, picturing her dressing on the other side.
“Till we meet again, bab
y,” he whispered before he left the room, closing the door behind him. He decided to use the rear exit, not looking back as he made his way down the stairs.
Lips softly touched hers, so tender and sweet, his hand tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck and his other lightly caressed the swell of her breast. She was so aroused, she felt her pulse down below, and her breathing was becoming erratic. She reached up a hand to touch his cheek, but lost sight of his face as it seemed to blur. Where had he gone? She was so confused, what had happened?
Suddenly a hand slapped her cheek and she cried out, holding her hands in front of her face to try and stop the next blow from coming. Blow after blow, she cried out, trying to escape his fury. She was paralyzed, couldn't shift, she was totally helpless to his rage.
Tears streaked down her cheeks, she felt trapped like a caged animal. She couldn't breathe, her fear only adding to his enjoyment. The sound of his laughter echoed in her ears, she had to get away. She felt herself take in a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs...
Eden’s eyes flew open. In a cold sweat, she looked around the room and realized it was just another dream.
She grabbed the blanket and wrapped herself tightly in it while she sobbed for what seemed like hours. The dreams would never leave her. Sure, she didn’t have as many as she used to, but they were all so horrible just the same, and her heart weighed so heavy. She knew she'd always be in his hold. The reality of the situation tore at her heart. She felt so hollow. Would she ever recover? Was there any hope for her?
Looking over at the clock on the bedside table, it read 7 am, Friday. She had to meet with Mr. Hawthorn to discuss her promotion, one of the most important days of her year. She couldn't afford to lay here, reliving her past. He wouldn't find her here, not after all this time. She would deal with it later, much later.
It was just a dream, just another horrible dream! she told herself.
After her shower, she dried her hair and left it to hang loose down her back. She quickly dressed and ran out the door.
***
Enjoying her coffee as she watched the tall ships in the harbor from her office window, she never noticed the door open until she heard someone clearing their throat behind her. She spun around to find Mr. Hawthorn standing with a bouquet of mixed flowers in his hand and a happy, welcoming smile on his handsome face.
"Congratulations are in order!" He handed her the flowers and shook her hand. “I brought your new contract. I figured it would be just as easy to sign it here as it would be in my office.”
Setting the bouquet aside, she reached for her pen. “Thanks Mr. H., I appreciate that. I have a ton of work to do today.” She took her favorite pen and scribbled her signature at each sticky post and handed it back to Mr. Hawthorn.
“There are a few new revisions in the contract, thrown in by Dean, nothing of any significance. They just need an initial,” he said as he pointed to each one in turn. “Here and here.” She initialed a quick EF at each.
He took the papers from her hand. "On to new business.” He rolled the contracts into a makeshift cylinder and went on. “I just got off the phone with City Council. It seems that my immediate attention is needed on the city hall project." He said. “Aaaand you’re wondering why I’m telling you this, right?”
She did indeed and nodded with a smile. “Yes, as a matter of fact,” she said with a laugh.
“You’re going to have to oversee the Dean projects in my absence,” he told her.
Eden’s heart started to race and a sense of panic overtook her. “Projects? You mean all departments? The entire project? I couldn’t possibly…that’s huge. What about Paul?” she asked, desperate for an alternative.
“Paul’s strictly accounting now. You know all the players, each department manager, you have the rest of the team to back you up, and I trust you, Eden. You’ve never let me down before and I’m only a call away.”
Nodding her head in agreement and trying to compose herself, she smiled, not wanting him to see his newly appointed executive freak out. “Ok Mr. H., I won’t let you down. I’ll arrange a meeting with the Dean team for late next week. Copies of the design concepts were couriered over this morning, first thing. I would imagine they’re looking at them this very minute.”
***
Chase stood, leaning forward with his hands on the board room table, studying the set of concept drawings that had just arrived from Eden's office. They were great, so great, in fact, that he was having trouble coming up with a problem with them. He wanted an excuse to call a meeting between Eden and himself.
Chase couldn’t wait to see her again. His mind drifted off, remembering how she felt in his arms. Her eyes were the most remarkable blue with golden flecks that sparkled when she reached orgasm. This woman had him thinking and acting so out of character. What was it about her that had his lust taking center stage over everything else?
The door opened and he looked over to see his personal assistant enter with his coffee mug in her hand.
“Morning, Chase,” she said, handing him the hot coffee and a pile of mail. “I just got off the phone. Next Thursday we have a meeting with Miss Fox and her team. Apparently Mr. Hawthorn won’t be available. Miss Fox is his fill-in. I marked it on your calendar. Don’t forget you have a meeting with the lawyers at two and a Mr. Watts at four.”
“Next Thursday?” he asked. “Sorry Abby, good morning by the way.” He smiled at her when he realized his rudeness. She gave a nod and continued carefully arranging paperwork in neat piles on his desk, ever the efficient assistant. No monkey business and fucking around with her. Business was her middle name and the thought made him laugh, as a certain little blond came to mind.
"Abby, could you make reservations for two at 49 Social upstairs for tomorrow night? Say seven? And then get Miss Fox on the line for me, thanks."
“Right away,” Abby said as she moved through the door to her desk.
Somehow he let this woman get imbedded under his skin, she was distracting him, and he needed to see her again. Her perfume was ingrained in his senses, and how her hair felt so soft against his cheek when he had kissed her neck. He felt a stirring in his pants as a reminder of just how badly he wanted her. Abby's voice broke through his thoughts as she announced that she had made the reservations and Eden was on the line.
Pressing the speaker on his phone, he suddenly felt nervous, another character trait he wasn’t used to. "Good morning Miss Fox," he said. "How are you today?"
"Good morning to you, Mr. Dean, I'm fine thank you. How can I help you?" She sounded very business-like, cool and dry, but he wasn't fooled for a minute, remembering how her salty skin tasted on his tongue and the way her hips had matched his rhythm as he screwed her senseless.
"I was hoping we could have dinner tomorrow evening…to discuss the concept drawings," he threw in at the last second and waited until her silence finally broke.
"Is there a problem with the drawings Mr. Dean?" she questioned.
He grinned, knowing that they were exceptional. "Please call me Chase, Miss Fox. Mr. Dean is my father." He gave a slight laugh because of her effort to keep things formal and detached.
She smiled to herself. "Ok, Chase, as long as you call me Eden."
He liked the way she said his name. "Ok, Eden, will I pick you up at your house at six? We could have drinks first."
"No, but I can meet you. Where were you thinking of?" she asked, playing it casual. His voice alone made her heart skip a beat; she needed to remind herself that she was working for him, not fucking him.
"I made reservations at 49 Social downtown for seven. Do you know it? I could send a car," he suggested.
Eden bit her bottom lip to hold back her laugh. "You were very confident that I would say yes, Mr. Dean. I’ll see you there at seven." She hung up before he could say anything more. She didn’t want her excitement to show in her voice.
His brow furrowed, he looked at the phone receiver and the corner of his mouth turned up i
nto a smile.
***
Eden was in deep thought after she hung up the phone. She trailed her index finger lightly back and forth across her lower lip as she thought about meeting Chase for dinner.
Recalling his lips caressing across her cheek left her breathless. Their sexual encounter was a night she’d have to try and forget. Off limits, strictly business now, and even though she wanted to play with him, she could not mix the two and complicate things.
It was going to be extremely difficult to say no to him, he was a true alpha-male. He was certainly strong, commanding. She knew she was going to have a tough time keeping him under her control.
Is this just dinner to discuss design concepts or more? she asked herself. She couldn't tell from his voice; he had spoken in such a slow, seductive tone from the moment they met.
Her designs were good; she knew they rocked. Every single element was just as instructed, and the fabrics that Chase’s assistant, Abby, had handpicked were spectacular. So what could possibly be wrong with the drawings to make him criticize them?
Eden's defenses came to the surface, but soon dissolved when reality hit her. After all, he had the right to dislike them and his opinion was his own. After all, it was his building, his project, his baby.
A blast of excitement rushed to her stomach. Dinner with Chase Dean. Too bad she was working for this man. He was tall, dark, handsome, built like a God, knew how to dance, and was oh so hot in bed.
***
Rheanna sauntered into the boardroom just as Chase hung up the phone. He looked in her direction, not saying a word.
"Brother, dear, wish to share the reason for that naughty little smile?" she asked inquisitively.
The smile soon left his face, replaced with a look of abhorrence as he stood and proceeded to gather up the drawings. She made her way over to see what he was looking at.
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