Chasing Bad Boys 2_A Bad Boy Romance Series

by Kylie Parker

“You weren’t taking advantage of me,” Stephanie softly reminded him. “I… I wanted you.”

  She saw him visibly relax, and the worry in his eyes abated.

  “I would never want to do anything that would cause you to lose your trust in me,” Chris said, his voice quiet.

  “Well, you didn’t,” Stephanie said, giving him a smile and a very simple pat on the shoulder, wishing for the most part that this awkward conversation was over.

  “I’m glad we sorted that out,” Chris said, giving her a playful smile. “Now, how about some breakfast?”

  “Oh, I think I really should be heading home,” Stephanie shook her head and moved over to the end of the bed where her heels had been placed.

  “What’s the rush?” Chris shrugged over at her. “Come on; it’s the least I can do after you arranged such a spectacular party for me.”

  “That’s my job,” Stephanie protested.

  “Well, don’t all jobs come with a few perks?” Chris flicked his eyebrows. “Come on; I actually made it myself.”

  Stephanie sighed. She knew that this was not an incredibly good idea, but she had to admit that she was quite hungry, and he seemed intent on having her stay.

  “Alright,” she agreed.

  “Excellent!” Chris clapped his hands together. “to the kitchen.”

  Stephanie rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but catch some of his enthusiasm. Her eagerness only increased as she followed him, and the rich aromas of breakfast food and coffee filled her nostrils. She gasped as she rounded the corner into the large kitchen, and an array of food was laid out on the island.

  “Eat as much as you want,” Chris encouraged her.

  Stephanie didn’t know where to begin. There were all manner of juices for her to choose from, as well as coffee. Then there were eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits, as well as hash-browns. Then, there were waffles and pancakes by the stack. She couldn’t help but look over at Chris as though he had lost his mind.

  “I don’t get to have company very often,” he said with a shrug and a lopsided smile. “Please, eat!”

  Stephanie blinked and shook her head before finally complying. She piled her plate with the delicious food and then moved over to the large table in the dining room. She took her first few bites of food just as Chris sat down in front of her. Each item was delicious, and she looked up at Chris in amazement as he sat down in front of her.

  “This is incredible,” she said, her mouth still partially full, and Chris smiled broadly.

  “Thank you,” he said, taking a bite from his own plate.

  “Where did you learn to cook like this?” Stephanie pressed, still in disbelief that he had actually done any of this by himself, much less all of it.

  “Well, when you live on your own, you generally pick up a few skills,” he said with a chuckle. Stephanie shrugged and helped herself to some more of the food she had gotten for herself.

  As she ate, Stephanie looked up and around the house. If she hadn’t known any better, she would never have guessed that just the previous night, this place would have been the home of a very lively party.

  “I guess the cleanup crew came early,” Stephanie noted with a sigh. “I really should have been there to help out.”

  “I think we can all agree that you have already done more than enough work on this whole event,” Chris said, looking down at her. “The party was a wild success. People will be talking about it for years. Some of them haven’t had such a good time since college.”

  “We’ll, I’m definitely glad they had a good time,” Stephanie smiled as she took a sip of her coffee.

  “That’s definitely an understatement,” Chris scoffed, shaking his head.

  Stephanie merely looked down at her food and picked up selections of it with her fork. She felt herself growing full and couldn’t help but feel a little sad that she couldn’t partake of more of the delicious meal in front of her. At last, she had eaten more than was even remotely reasonable, and she sat back in her chair with a sigh.

  Chapter Nine

  “Thank you,” she said. “That really was amazing.”

  “I’m certainly glad you enjoyed it,” Chris said, moving to stand from his seat at the table.

  Chris gathered up both of their plates and moved toward the sink in the kitchen. Stephanie stood and followed him. She held her cup of coffee in her hand as she watched him move to wash the dishes. For the first time, Stephanie really got a good look at him.

  He wore a white t-shirt that clung tightly to his muscular frame, and she could see every one of his muscles ripple as he washed their dishes. His blonde hair was not combed and had no gel in it, and it fell into his face a bit as he leaned over the sink. He wore a pair of light wash jeans and some worn brown loafers. She could smell his spicy, masculine scent wafting off of him.

  Stephanie could not help that her mind wandered back to the previous night. She relived the sensation of being held in his arms. She shivered as she remembered the feeling of his fingers brushing against her sex, and she bit her lip at the thought. She couldn’t help but rub her legs together under her slept-in dress. She saw Chris turn to look at her, and he raised an eyebrow.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice carrying his concern.

  “I really need to get back home,” Stephanie said in a rush, putting down her coffee cup on the island behind her. She quickly moved to the other side of the island, desperate to distance herself from the man she was so attracted to.

  “Oh, okay,” Chris blinked as he saw the haste with which she moved. “Well, thank you for having breakfast with me.”

  “Thanks for having me,” Stephanie said in a rush.

  “You know, there’s really no rush,” he said, his voice seeming a little putout.

  “Oh, no, no rush,” Stephanie shook her head, a flush creeping over her skin as she worked to cover up the real reason for her exit. “It’s just, these clothes, and I need to shower…”

  “Okay, okay,” Chris held up his hands in surrender. “I get it; you need to go home.”

  “Yeah,” Stephanie said, mostly in order to convince herself as she looked over at the teasing smile on Chris’s face.

  “Well, I’ll see you in the office then,” Chris said to her, leaning back on the counter behind him, and crossing his muscular arms over his chest. Stephanie felt her stomach clench at the memory of those very arms wrapped around her body as he tormented her with pleasure.

  “See you in the office,” she blurted out in a rush of air, and then quickly turned and left through the door to the garage.

  Stephanie’s hands shook, and she nearly dropped her keys as she tried to get into her car. Once the door was finally open, she hastily got into the car and waited for the garage door to fully slide open before she proceeded to back out of the garage, and then proceed down the long driveway.

  Stephanie only breathed a sigh of relief when she was on the highway back into the city. She felt some relief that she was not in such close proximity to her incredibly attractive boss, but her body still tingled with small traces of need, to the point that it was distracting. She couldn’t fight the deep ache that had built up in her stomach or the throb that was building up between her legs.

  Stephanie fidgeted and twisted in her seat as she drove, gripping the steering wheel hard. She frowned in frustration as her body ached for something that she knew was absolutely wrong. Still, every time she remembered the hard look in Chris’s blue eyes, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out her need.

  Finally, Stephanie arrived at her apartment building, and she easily drove into her parking garage. Once parked, she immediately got out of her car and made for the entrance to the building. It did not take her long to get in the elevator and arrive at her floor, and then gain access to her small home.

  Once inside, Stephanie locked the door behind her and carelessly tossed her clutch onto her small couch, and then moved into her room. She easily slipped out of her dress and tossed it
over a small chair in her room. She then discarded her bra and her panties, then kicked off her heels.

  Finally completely naked, Stephanie could clearly see the effects of her arousal on her entire body. Her nipples stood out achingly hard, and a full, dark blush had spread over her skin. She could feel her clit swelling and throbbing, and even the slight brush of the air against the aching nub was enough to make her knees weak. Stephanie could feel her whole body begin to tremble, and she drew in a shaking breath, in awe at just how excited she was without even a word or a touch.

  Stephanie lifted her hands and gently cupped her breasts, sighing as she took up their weight in the palms of her hand. She moaned softly and shuddered as she tweaked at her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. What had been a gentle throb before transformed into an insistent pounding of the blood in her veins, centered on the sensitivity between her legs.

  With a shuddering breath, Stephanie moved to lay down on her bed. She ran her palms up and down her stomach and her ribs, delighting in the way her arousal began to slowly swell and swirl in her whole body. She gently focused on her breasts again and moaned softly as she flicked over them, and then rolled them between her fingers.

  Stephanie could not help but imagine how it would feel to have Chris’s mouth on her sensitive breasts. She imagined his tongue lavishing over them, and then his teeth gently nibbling at them. She imagined him pinching them hard between his thumb and forefinger and twisting them hard enough to make her cry out.

  Stephanie recreated her imaginings with her own touch, and she whimpered as she tormented herself. After she had abused her breasts, she began to slide her hands down her body, gently tracing small circles over her stomach before finally reaching her sensitive mound.

  Stephanie raised her knees, placing the bottoms of her feet against the top of the bed, baring her sex and allowing her access to her needy core. She teased at her own folds, just as she longed for Chris to do. She lingered at the tops of her thighs, and gently ran her thumbs and fingers against her outer folds, never really granting herself the touches that she truly and deeply craved.

  When she had finally reduced herself to a shaking, moaning mess, she slid a finger through the wetness that had accumulated at her slit, and then dragged her juices up to her clit, and gently swirled around it with the tip of her middle finger.

  Stephanie gasped at the soft touch, and her back arched up off the bed as the contact sent jolts of fire to other parts of her body. She pressed down harder against her aching nub and rubbed small circles against herself. She felt her arousal ratcheting ever higher. She gently rocked her hips up, and her inner muscles gently pulsed.

  Finally, Stephanie took two fingers and lowered them, then gently pressed them inside of her wet passage. She moaned softly at the feeling of her fingers gently dipping into her wetness and massaging her inner walls. She felt her breath catch as she began to curl her fingers up against her sensitive g-spot, and she ached to speed up and give herself the release that she had been craving ever since she had looked at her boss.

  Stephanie felt a rush of shame and embarrassment to be thinking of her employer in such a way, but somehow those emotions only served to make her blood run even hotter, and her arousal even stronger. She pumped her fingers harder into her sex, and she bit her lip as she imagined his fingers once again buried inside of her.

  Stephanie’s muscles tightened and flexed, her hips arching up off the bed beneath her as her body strained toward its release. Her blood pounded beneath her skin, and she could feel her mind whirling. She pictured Chris hovering above her, a teasing smile on his face as he pushed her nearer and nearer to her orgasm. Stephanie lowered her other hand down to between her legs, and she began furiously circling her clit even as her other hand worked her finger inside of her.

  Stephanie could feel her orgasm close at hand, and she pressed against her swollen, aching nub hard and fast, pressing harder into herself with her fingers. She pumped her hips harder against her working hands, and she gasped as the first powerful wave of her climax overtook her. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on her fingers, and her body jerked as she continues to massage her sensitivity, riding out the powerful climax.

  Stephanie moaned softly as she relaxed into the bed beneath her, gently withdrawing her fingers from inside her pulsating sex. She felt the familiar warmth of satisfaction trickle into her limbs, and she laid her head back into her pillow, briefly closing her eyes to revel in her completion. Without fully realizing that she was even tired, Stephanie drifted off to a restful nap.

  Chapter Ten

  Later, after about an hour of sleep, Stephanie arose with a yawn. She was somewhat embarrassed upon taking in her state of undress, and the smell of her own juices that lingered on her fingers. Her body shuddered as it remembered the wonderful orgasm she had brought herself to, and she blushed in embarrassment as she remembered why she had been so desperate for relieving herself in the first place.

  Stephanie shook her head and then rose to go into her small bathroom, intent on cleaning herself up and ridding her mind of thoughts of her boss. It would seem, though, that she was bound to be aroused no matter what she did. The sensation of the hot water of her shower trickling down over her skin only served to revive her excitement. She released a soft breath of air as her soapy hands lingered on her sex and her breasts, and she moaned as she gently massaged herself.

  As soon as she really became fully aware of what she was doing, Stephanie pulled her hands away from her sensitized body. She hurriedly rinsed herself off. She took up a towel and hastily dried herself off, but even then her body betrayed her, the rough material of the terry-cloth only serving to further stimulate her. Stephanie frowned in frustration as she wrapped up her hair in her towel, and then moved to pick out a pair of clothes.

  She carefully selected a pair of loose shorts that would be sure not to brush against her sensitive, and obviously needy sex. She put on a lightly padded bra, just in case her nipples got hard again, they would not be seen through her lightweight shirt. She was relieved by the comfort of being dressed in clothes that wouldn’t tease her, but somehow her body managed to stay worked up all the same.

  Stephanie would soon discover that she was bound to be frustrated all weekend. It seemed that no matter what she did, she could not fully clear her mind of the memory of her employer’s hands softly satisfying the needs of her body. However, while he had satisfied her, it seemed that his attentions had only served to make her ache for more. No matter how she tried to keep her mind and her time occupied, her core seemed desperate for attention.

  What made matters far worse, was that no matter how many times and how many ways she touched herself, she never seemed to be able to match the level of absolute completion that Chris had brought to her. Maybe it was because his fingers were thicker than hers, or perhaps he was just more skilled in the art of manual sex. Either way, Stephanie could never fully satisfy herself, and she was reduced to a mess of frustration.

  Stephanie brooded over this fact. Surely he had known that this would happen. Her suspicions continued to build, even as she was getting ready for work on Monday morning. She was glad that she had finally elevated to the level of anger, rather than just frustration. She had no idea how she was going to make it through her workday if her body continued to demand attention the way it had been all weekend. Still, it was her job, and she had little choice of whether she wanted to go.

  So, once she was dressed, Stephanie left and locked up her apartment, and then moved out to the parking garage to get in her car. As she drove, she felt the familiar insistent tingle between her legs, and she suddenly felt an amount of apprehension about going into the office. She knew that one look from Chris would surely be enough to dissolve all her self-control and have her begging on her knees for his touch.

  Stephanie shook her head and took a deep breath. She couldn’t very well get herself off in the middle of the morning traffic, and she would absolutely not be begging anyo
ne for sexual favors in the middle of the work day. Stephanie ground her teeth together with firm resolve. When she finally arrived at the office, she pulled into the parking garage.

  Upon turning off the car, she sat in the driver’s seat for a moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, collecting herself for whatever the day brought her. She resolved to keep her demeanor professional and to keep her eyes off of her boss. She was lucky to have this job, and she didn’t want the needs of her young and restless body to get in the way of her entire future. Finally, with that reminder in her head, Stephanie got out of her car and moved into the office building.

  Upon entering, Stephanie was greeted by the wide smiles of her party.

  “Hey, great party!” a man by the name of Jack, said to her.

  “Definitely!” a woman named Janice agreed as she passed by.

  Stephanie could only smile and accept praise as she slowly made her way through the building toward Chris’s office. She felt slightly embarrassed by all the attention, but also very accomplished by the fact that all her hard work and planning had paid off. By the time she reached Chris’s office, she was full to the brim with happiness. She moved into the office with a smile on her face, going immediately to her desk to set her things down.

  “Well, I think someone’s having a good morning,” Stephanie jumped as she heard Chris’s familiar drawl from his desk.

  “You, you’re here early,” she stammered hastily, taken off guard by his presence.

  “I do that from time to time,” Chris quipped, granting her a teasing smile.

  Stephanie groaned internally as, just as she suspected, her body was immediately awoken and aroused by the sound of his voice and the sight of him reclining in his chair at his desk. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she hurried to look away from him before she completely lost any modicum of self-control that she had once possessed.

  “Let me get the coffee started,” she murmured and moved over to the small machine in the corner.