“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She gulped down the lump in her throat. “Nothing,” she said, looking toward the hallway. Should she invite him to her bedroom or should she just drop to her knees right there with him on the couch? Hearing the husky, deep sound of his laughter, she turned to him. “What’s funny?”
“Are you...scared?”
She crossed her arms. “I’m not scared, trust me.”
Chance looked skeptical.
“I’m not,” she repeated. “I’m just...” Stephanie sighed. What the hell? The fact that she wasn’t a pro at fellatio wasn’t exactly embarrassing. “I’m not really sure what to do next.”
His face was expressionless for a few moments before he wrinkled his forehead. “You mean you’ve never...”
“No. And you can give me a hard time about that, but you’ll only be prolonging your wait so the choice is yours.”
Chance stood and walked up to her. He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face to his. “I wasn’t going to give you a hard time, brat.”
His eyes were gorgeous. Swirling pools of gray with flecks of blue, they were eyes she could easily get lost in—if she let her guard down, which she wouldn’t. It had begun to slip from time to time, but only momentarily. When they’d slow danced at Mister’s, she’d known she was getting too close.
Swaying with him, their bodies pressed together, while they listened to Sam Cooke croon about bringing it home had felt a little too good. She needed Valentine close, physically, to accomplish her goals. She didn’t need him close any other way. Still, staring up into those eyes while they stared back was enough to make her stupid.
Slowly, he leaned down, causing her breath to hitch. The bastard was about to kiss her. He knew the damn rules! She needed to slap the crap out of him. Nevertheless, she just stood there. Focus, damn it. Focus, focus...
Stephanie placed her hands on his face, stopping him. “That’s not part of the deal, Valentine.”
He gave her a sly smile as his gaze rested on her lips. “So you’ll put my dick in your mouth, but you won’t kiss me?”
She rested her eyes on his mouth. Damn, did it look tempting. She swallowed hard. “You agreed.”
“I thought we were about to have sex; I would have agreed to anything.”
“You’re a fucking pig.”
Chance made an oinking sound and she smiled before rolling her lips inward. She slid her hands down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Then, she slipped one in to stroke his cock through his underwear. He sucked in a breath as their eyes locked.
“You want my mouth, Valentine,” she said as she tugged his pants and underwear down. “There’s only one way you’re gettin’ it.”
****
She was definitely skittish. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, though. She could be on edge because she knew there was a chance of falling for him—good. On the other hand, she could be on edge because she had nefarious plans for him and was worried about being found out—bad. Getting her to kiss him again would work in his favor for sure. She’d been right. It was a far more intimate act than sex somehow. If Chance could get her to break that little rule, he’d know he had her. In the meantime, he would enjoy putting that sweet mouth of hers to other uses.
He couldn’t believe she’d never gone down on anyone before. Not that it should have mattered, but he was actually a bit proud that out of the guys she’d been with, no one had inspired that particular lust...including old Clayton the Third.
He couldn’t give her a hard time about it even if he’d wanted to, seeing as how he’d gone down on exactly one woman in his life. No way in hell did Love need to know that. It would only tarnish his playboy image a bit.
Pushing him down on the couch, Love dropped to her knees. She pulled her top over her head and threw it to the side. Chance moaned when she wrapped her hand around his dick and began to jack him off slowly. Her tongue circled the tip and he watched, mesmerized.
She was fucking gorgeous. She closed her eyes and moaned as she licked the length of his shaft like it was the most delicious goddamned thing she’d ever tasted.
When she opened her mouth to take him, Chance raised his hips slightly to meet her face. He grabbed a handful of her hair and assisted the motions of her head as it moved up and down. She started slowly. The anticipation of what was to come—no pun intended—was almost agonizing.
“Oh fuck yes, Love,” he panted. “Mm, just like that, baby.” After sliding the straps of her bra off her shoulders, he reached down to play with her tits. The thought of having them in his mouth again drove him crazy. She moaned once more, the sound vibrating against his dick, making it even harder. “Suck it, baby,” he whispered as he watched her.
Never losing rhythm, she pulled down her jeans and panties. She slid her hand down her body to rub her pussy. The sight threatened to be Chance’s undoing. She stopped sucking his cock to throw her head back as she moaned. “Damn it, Chance,” she panted, as she started to finger herself. Her breathing matched his in unevenness as she bent down once again.
She looked up at him with those beautiful, piercing eyes as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. “Mm,” she murmured, staring up at him.
He couldn’t take anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut as she tried her best to swallow his dick whole again. He bucked his hips up to her face faster to match her tempo. “Shit,” he panted. “Ooh, fuck yes, baby. Don’t stop.”
Her mouth slid up and down his throbbing cock, covering it with wetness. Faster, she sucked, all the while moaning and playing with her pussy. Chance kept one hand in her hair and one on her tits. Back and forth, from one to the other, he kneaded and fondled. Her nipples rasped against his palm.
Chance tensed, knowing he was about to come. And if Love didn’t want to take it in the mouth, she’d better move and fast. He groaned. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he yelled, jerking his hips even faster as Love’s mouth worked magic on his cock.
She was not letting up.
He couldn’t hold it any longer. “Love, move,” he said gruffly. “Now.” When her response was another moan, he figured she’d had her shot and had missed it. His body tensed again. “Ah, shit,” he cried, pressing her head to him as he came in her mouth. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to regain even a semblance of composure. He’d had plenty of blowjobs in his life, but he had to face it— his dick had never felt so right in anyone’s mouth before.
Chance dared a peek at her. She was bound to be pissed, but, hell, he’d tried to warn the hardheaded brat. She looked up at him with those eyes as she licked her lips. Well, well, well...Love is a swallower.
Suddenly avoiding his gaze, she stood and hurriedly redressed. “Well, there you go.” She turned and walked toward her bedroom. “You can see yourself out.”
Chapter 15
Stephanie was in even less of a good mood than usual the next morning. She’d tossed and turned most of the night, and when she had managed to fall asleep, she’d dreamed of Chance. God, she was an idiot. Getting her mouth on him had been a huge mistake—an unbelievably erotic, thrilling mistake.
She’d always wondered how some women could possibly enjoy performing such an act. It had always seemed a bit demeaning in her opinion, but last night had changed her perspective.
She’d actually felt powerful. Having him at her mercy, his pleasure at her control had turned her on like she couldn’t believe. The plan had been to tease him, make him beg, but as soon as she had gotten a taste of his cock, she’d lost all self-control.
Instead of prolonging his agony, sucking him off had started her own. Her lower half had begun to throb with need. She couldn’t resist fingering herself, all the while knowing what she really wanted inside her pussy was the very thing she had in her mouth.
Having his hot release shoot down her throat had turned her on even more. How the hell was that even possible? She’d been so disgusted with herself for enjoying it that much; there had been
no way to salvage any of her self-respect at that moment. Her only option had been to get the hell away from him as fast as possible.
She figured she’d like going down on him; she didn’t think it would leave her craving more like a damned addict.
Yet, that’s what she was when it came to that man.
After he’d left, her pussy wouldn’t stop aching until she’d rubbed and fingered it. She had closed her eyes and imagined Chance was fucking her. She imagined him eating her pussy and her sucking his big, thick cock again.
And she had come harder than she had during most of her real life encounters. How sad was that? A fantasy Chance was better than any other so-called real man.
Now she had to spend part of the day with him, answering calls and taking notes. Sighing, she pulled a dark gray pencil skirt from her closet. She was tempted to throw on ripped jeans and a ratty T-shirt to embarrass the schmuck in front of the bigwigs, but she had to be smart about this.
Her own reputation was on the line, even if she was only going to be involved in this meeting in a secretarial manner.
She paired the skirt with a matching blazer, a crisp, white blouse, and black heels. After giving herself a once over in her full-length mirror, she sat down on the loveseat to wait for Chance.
He’d called her earlier, simply saying, “Nine, Love.” Then he’d hung up. Rude. She wondered if he was upset with her rather abrupt ending to last night’s festivities. Oh well, if he was, he would just have to deal with it. She wasn’t about to coddle that man.
Her gaze drifted to the couch and her body warmed all over. His grunts and groans of pleasure, his hand roughly grabbing her hair as the other fondled her breasts, the taste of him...
Stephanie bit her lip as she tore her focus away from the couch. Even then, the thoughts wouldn’t stop coming. She didn’t realize she had been lost in a sexually charged daydream until the knock on her door snapped her out of it. She took a deep breath and went to answer.
“Ready?” Chance asked, looking gorgeous as ever.
“Yeah,” Stephanie said, fighting the urge to drag him inside to do more naughty things to him. She grabbed her wool blend, double-breasted trench coat and put it on. “Let’s go,” she said, picking up her purse and her black laptop case. She was grateful he was acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened the night before.
Her high heels crunched in the snow as she followed him to his car. He opened the door for her. “Thanks,” she mumbled before getting in. The interior was blessedly warm. She buckled her seatbelt and promptly screamed when something bounded onto her lap. “What the fuck,” she yelled, staring down at it.
Chance slid behind the wheel, chuckling. “That’s Chewy. Don’t worry; he won’t hurt you.”
The little dog stood, looking right at Stephanie’s face, with his front paws on her chest. He let out a sharp bark as his tail wagged a mile a minute.
“He’s just waiting to be properly greeted. He’s only just met you so he doesn’t know that you’re always this rude.”
“Ha,” she said, never taking her eyes off the dog. The little sucker really didn’t seem to be planning to get off her any time soon. She peered into his face. “Uh...what’s up?”
Chewy barked again, and licked her chin before darting into the backseat.
Grimacing, she dug in her purse for a napkin to wipe off the doggy kiss. “You have a dog?” she asked in disbelief. This really didn’t fit with his whole arrogant, carefree playboy persona.
“Always have.” Chance pulled out of her driveway. “I’ve had Chew since he was eight weeks. He’s three years old now.”
Stephanie glanced back at the dog. His short coat was a mixture of black, white, and brown. “What is he?”
“A Jack-Chi.” When she didn’t respond, Chance looked at her and raised his eyebrows. “A Jackhuahua?”
She frowned. “A Jack what what?”
Chance smiled. “He’s a Jack Russell-Chihuahua mix.”
“Oh.” She stared out the windshield as Chance drove.
“Not much for dogs, Love?”
Stephanie sighed. “Not anymore.”
“Well, that means you were at one time.” Chance smirked. “I never would have guessed.”
“I had one once. When she died, I swore I’d never get another.”
“What happened to her?”
“My dad left the door open one day while I was at school. She was hit by a car,” Stephanie said in an emotionless voice.
“Fuck,” Chance said, cringing. “I’m sorry, Love.”
She looked over at him. His empathy had taken her by surprise. “Thanks, but it was so long ago...” She cleared her throat. “I was thirteen.”
“No matter how long ago it was, shit like that’s gotta hurt.” He looked in the rearview mirror. “Don’t bite on those seats, Chew,” he said. “Sit down.” Glancing at Stephanie, he rolled his eyes. “He definitely earns his name, let me tell you.”
“You’re taking a dog to a meeting with corporate?”
“He’ll fit right in. Besides, I couldn’t leave him behind. And he’s going to be on his best behavior.” He glanced in the rearview mirror again. “Isn’t that right?”
Chewy let out a bark.
“Damn straight, buddy,” Chance said in a serious tone.
She smiled. Seeing Valentine in a fatherly role was slightly amusing and a lot unsettling. Seeing him in a fatherly role to a freakin’ Jackhuahua upped the amusement factor quite a bit.
“What was her name?” he asked, jarring her slightly with the change of subject.
“Lana-Marlene.”
He wrinkled his forehead. “Lana-Marlene?”
Stephanie arched an eyebrow. “Says the man with a dog named Chewy.”
He laughed. “Touché. What kind of dog was,” he smothered a smile, “Lana-Marlene?”
She was quiet for a few moments. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d allowed herself to think of the little dog. Better that way. It was harder to feel a loss when you never even stopped to remember what you’d had. “She was a long-haired, red Miniature Dachshund.”
“And wasn’t that a lot of name for such a small dog, Love?”
“I’m into old movies, okay?”
Chance shot her a skeptical glance. “When you were thirteen?”
Stephanie smiled. “Those are the only kinds of movies my mom watched so I kind of,” she shrugged, “acquired her love for them. The actors from that period are my favorites. Let me guess—you love documentaries and award-winning foreign films.”
“They’re all right. I’d much rather watch something or someone get blown up or shot.”
“Stay classy, Valentine.” She laughed when she heard a slightly muffled, “Fuck you,” hidden in between fake coughs. Her laughter faded as she wondered why she’d shared anything personal with him. Something painful, no less. Lost in her thoughts, it took her quite some time to realize they weren’t headed toward the station.
“Where are we meeting them? A hotel conference room or something?” Stephanie looked around at their surroundings, zooming by in a blur as Chance drove on the freeway.
“Nope.”
She crossed her arms and threw him a wary look. “Where are we going then?”
“The airport.”
“The airport?” The man didn’t like eighties music or black and white films and now he expected her to take a last minute plane trip? He was officially, certifiably insane. “I’m not dressed for a plane ride,” she cried.
“What the hell are you whining about? You look fine.”
“There are different types of clothing, Valentine. There are work clothes, bumming around the house clothes, workout clothes, nightclub clothes, and plane ride clothes—just to mention a few.” She gestured to her outfit. “These are definitely not plane ride clothes.”
Chance scoffed. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Well, I’m in good company,” she snapped.
Chewy barked.
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Stephanie shot him a look. “Stay out of this, will you?” Hands trembling, she took a deep breath. She didn’t have a passport, but as long as they were staying in the country, she should be all right—as far as security checkpoints went anyway.
Her wrath hadn’t really been so much over how she was dressed rather than over her fear of flying. She’d been on a plane exactly once before. And from the time she had boarded until the time her feet were back on solid ground, she’d been sure she was going to die in a fiery crash.
“You could have told me this was an out of state thing,” she muttered as she stared straight ahead.
“I just did.”
She scowled at him, only to find he was smiling. “Our time together can’t end soon enough, asshole. Hopefully, this will only take a few hours, max.”
“Oh,” Chance snapped his fingers, “that’s what I forgot to tell you.”
Stephanie tensed. “What?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“You’ll be with me all weekend, Love. But don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find some way to pass the time.” The sexy schmuck gave her a wink.
She groaned just as her panties melted.
Chapter 16
Chance had gotten a kick out of Love’s reaction at learning their little excursion wasn’t going to take ‘a few hours, max’. Her reaction upon learning that they’d be flying had been even sweeter. After showing her around, and making it a point to take extra time on the bedroom suite, they made it back to the cabin area.
“Who else is going to be on this thing with us?” she asked as she looked around.
“The pilot.” Chance placed Chewy in the carrier that had been waiting onboard.
“And?” she asked, folding her arms.
“Chewy.” Chance grinned when Love shot him yet another dirty look. He rather enjoyed torturing her a bit. She deserved it after so rudely booting him out last night before he’d even had an opportunity to breathe normally.
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