by Reed, Zelda
“I was about to order dinner,” he said, popping open a bottle of wine.
I leaned against the counter as he poured two glasses, the deep red sloshing around. He pushed one towards me.
“What are we having?” I asked, sipping at my drink.
He smiled. “Italian, Indian…I know you’re not a fan of Asian.”
I laughed. “You remember that.”
“I told you, my memory’s completely intact.”
Chace ordered Italian, two orders of salmon ravioli swimming in vodka sauce, to arrive in forty minutes or less.
“What did you think about the flowers?” he said, sitting beside me on the couch. “Were they too much?”
“My sister thought they were.”
“Good thing I’m not trying to woo her.”
I turned a little towards him. “Is that what this is?”
He took another drink. “Partially. I want you to quit your job and come work for me. I know you aren’t happy there, I can see it in your eyes.”
“I’m not good at my job,” I admitted. “But I’m getting better.”
Chace set his glass on the coffee table. “You belong with me,” he said, taking my free hand. “And not just in my office.”
I turned away from him, setting my glass next to his, my lips pressed together. His fingers tightened around my hand.
“What are you thinking?”
I looked at him. “I don’t want to be your rebound.”
“You won’t be,” he said, scooting closer. “You aren’t.”
I ducked my head, bottom lip slipping between my teeth as I pulled my hand away from his. Chace moved until our thighs were flush together, one arm thrown around my waist as he pressed his lips against my cheek.
“Alice, I need you,” he said. “Not because I need someone to help me get over Jennifer but because I should’ve chose you.” I looked at him, our mouths inches apart, our noses almost bumping into one another. “I’m choosing you now.”
My eyes slipped close. Chace shifted on the couch, leaning close as his lips pressed against mine. A warm wave settled beneath my skin as our lips met. We kissed soft and slow, savoring the moment, Chace’s hand curling around my hip, my hand cradling his jaw. His stubble scratched against the palm of my hand and I spread my fingers behind his neck, loving the ruggedness of this new Chace.
I tilted my head and he did the same, a small amount of tongue peeking between my lips. I welcomed it, throwing a leg over him, both hands on his shoulders as I straddled his lap. His hands reached beneath my shirt, more warmth shooting through my skin as I sighed into our kiss.
He wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me flush against him, his teeth worrying my bottom lip as I gripped the back of his couch.
“No biting,” I said, pulling away.
He nipped at my lip. “Oh yeah?”
I laughed. “Don’t you dare break the skin.”
He grinned. “I’ll try not to.”
Our lips pressed together again, our kiss dizzying, his fingers crawling up my clothed back. His fingers found my bra strap through the fabric of my shirt, expertly unhooking it with one hand. My breasts sighed as the push-up loosened, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Chace’s neck, my hips grinding down on his lap.
His cock hardened beneath me, hidden behind a thick layer of denim. I was wearing jeans too but I could feel him, my knees pressing into the couch as I swirled my hips in a slow circle. I drew a moan from Chace’s throat, swallowing them as I continued to move. His hands slid down my back to my ass, gripping it hard as he pressed his hips up.
We ground against one another like teenagers, hard and wet between our clothes, our fingers twisting in each other’s shirts and hair. Five minutes of kissing turned to ten before Chace lifted my shirt over my head. I pushed his shirt up his chest, fingers grazing across his abs as he pulled it over his head. Our shirts mixed on the floor, my mouth pressed against his neck, his fingers toying with the button of my jeans.
I stood and he lifted his hips, my jeans and underwear coming off, his pants and boxers pushed down his thighs. His hard cock glistened and curved towards his stomach. I dropped to my knees.
Not quite between his legs, I licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. His fingers dropped into my hair, the tips pressed against my scalp as I swirled my tongue around the head. The taste of him filled my mouth as I gripped his thigh, a soft blow passing my lips, cool air rushing across the tip. He shivered, glancing down at me with hooded eyes. Our gazes met and locked, my mouth opening around his cock, slowly taking him in.
Chace threw his head back, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat half-way down. I pulled my mouth off with a pop, lathering my hand with my tongue before I dove back down. I wrapped my hand around his cock, sucking and twisting as his mouth dropped open to let out a string of moans. I could feel them brewing in his stomach, the guttural sounds filling my ears before sliding down my stomach and spreading between my legs.
I was wet for him, loving the taste on my tongue, getting off on it. I removed my mouth. He almost shot up, eyes wide and dark with lust.
One hand on his shoulder, I straddled him again, using the other to guide his cock inside of me. My mouth fell open at the feeling of him slowly filling me up, hot, wet and slick. I lifted up and down, using Chace’s shoulders for leverage, my knees pressed into the couch as I bounced up and down on his cock. His eyes were on my breasts, watching them bounce in the air, his tongue swiping across his lips before he leaned in to suck them.
A moan flew from my throat, head back as his tongue swirled around my nipples, two hands on my back as I kept the pace.
My pulsating clit rubbed against his torso, strong waves of pleasure crashing through me with every move.
“I’m so close,” he said against my chest.
“Me too.”
I rode him until I felt that familiar pressure inside of me, my orgasm brewing in my stomach and spreading through my blood. Chace’s fingers curled against my back, his forehead pressed against my chest as his body trembled and he finished inside of me.
My fingers tangled in his hair, the two of us catching our breaths, rocking lightly on the couch.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Fuck,” Chace said, his words ghosting across my skin. “I forgot about the food.”
I chuckled and slid off him. I threw on my shirt and pulled on my jeans. “I’ll get it.”
Chace leaned back against the couch, his eyes on my ass as I opened the door. The delivery boy was no older than nineteen, the redness of youth flushing his cheeks. His eyes traveled over my crumpled clothes, my sexed hair, and my bruised mouth as the smell of sex entered the hall.
His eyes widened. “I’ve got…um…two…uh…Is this Chace Evans’s apartment?”
“It is,” I said, grabbing the money from the table near the door. We exchanged food for cash, his head ducking bashfully when our fingers brushed against one another. “Keep the change,” I said with a smile, closing the door.
Chace stood up, arms in the air as he stretched, unashamed of his glorious exposed cock. “He’s going to go home and jerk off.”
I laughed and moved towards the kitchen, placing the food on the counter. “I think he was getting hard just standing there.”
Chace wandered behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his nose in my neck, his cock pressed against my ass. “Who can blame him?”
***
We ate in the living room, Chace half-naked on the couch as I leaned into his side, jeans off and bare feet sinking into the expensive rug. After dinner he took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where he fucked me on top of dark green sheets.
In the morning I rolled out of bed and Chace caught my arm, pulling me back onto the mattress. My face nestled in the crook of his neck as he kissed the top of my hair.
“I’m going to ask you a million dollar question.”
; “Yes,” I said. He pulled back, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll come back and work for you.”
A smile tugged at his mouth. “That wasn’t the question I was going to ask.”
I sat up a little. “Then what?”
“Will you, Alice Posner, be the woman I take out to dinner and lunch, who I make breakfast for in the morning, and who I fuck after work?”
I laughed. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
Chace nodded. “I am.”
A warm glow of light brewed in my stomach, spreading to the tips of my fingers and the corners of my mouth. My smile grew impossibly wide as I leaned down and kissed him. Chace’s lips collided with mine and the pair of us kissed until we were breathless, our legs tangled together, the sheets ruffled between us.
“Yes,” I said, my lips trailing down his jaw. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
THE END
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Zelda Reed has never met a glass of whiskey she didn’t love. A Los Angeles native, she moved to the windy city of Chicago to complete a degree in Fiction Writing before falling head over heels for every romance novel she could find. Writing is her passion and she lives for making her readers happy, using her novels to spread a little more love in the world.