Drawn to You

by Jillian Anselmi

  “What?” Chase turns toward the direction I’m staring.

  “That painting,” I whisper. “It’s perfect.” Chase looks at me with his head cocked to one side. “It reminds me of my dad.”

  “It’s a very well done painting.” He slides in behind me.

  “Where do you think this was painted?” I wonder aloud. I get no response. “Chase, what do you think?” I turn around, and he’s not there. Where did he go? “Chase?”

  He reappears from somewhere behind me and strolls past. He saunters over to the painting, lifting it off the wall, and brings it back to me. “Consider this a house warming gift.”

  “But . . . it’s . . . I wanted . . .” Oh, crap, I can’t even string a sentence together. He arches a brow. I take a deep breath. “Thank you,” I manage to squeak out. I really don’t feel like fighting with him right now.

  “My pleasure. So, have you had enough furniture shopping for one day?”

  “Yes, I believe I have.”

  “Good. I want to drop off the lease and get your keys,” he says with a wicked sexy smile that makes me melt. We both hurry out of the store.

  Back in the car, we head downtown toward the realtor’s office to drop off the lease. He read it over for me to make sure everything was correct. Once the lease is dropped off, I will officially be a Manhattan resident.

  The office is a block from where Chase, and now I, live. He pulls the car into the parking garage and hands the keys over to the valet. We walk around the corner to the realtor’s office. I have a bank check written for the deposit and partial first month’s rent. I hand the check to Chase, who hands both the check and the lease over to Madelyn’s secretary. She hand’s Chase my keys. We thank her and leave.

  “I need to go back to the car for a minute,” Chase says as he heads in the opposite direction of our respective apartments. I stand and wait. He appears a few minutes later with my painting. “I thought we could bring this inside so it stays safe.”

  “Good idea.”

  We stroll to the front of my new building. The doorman, not knowing who I am yet, asks for identification. Once he sees my copy of the lease and my ID, he welcomes us to the Exchange and holds the door open for us. I feel safe already! We walk into my building and head over to the penthouse elevator. It takes a special key, like one used to enter a hotel room. I haven’t been here since Madelyn showed us the penthouse. It’s so surreal. The elevator whooshes us up to the top floor. The doors open, and we make our way in to my new apartment.

  The first thing I see are two dozen red roses in a gorgeous crystal vase perched on the kitchen island. I turn to see Chase all smiles. Sneaky bastard.

  Before I can ask how he got them here, he is answering my unspoken question. “I had Madelyn bring these over. I wanted you to see something beautiful when you walked in, and I couldn’t get her to bring over a full sized mirror.” He’s looking at me in that sexy way that makes me want to tear his clothes off.

  “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

  He pulls me in toward him.

  “You are the most beautiful thing in this apartment,” he says, gazing down at me. He rubs his nose on mine and kisses my lips. He nudges my head to one side and trails kisses from behind my ear down to the nape of my neck. The sensation gives me goose bumps all up and down my arms, making me shiver. His lips make their way back up to my ear. “Let’s christen the apartment.” He grabs the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head. I step out of my flip-flops as he walks me backward through the kitchen and down the hallway into the master bedroom. It’s the only room that has a rug.

  Moving suddenly, he grabs me by the waist and dips me low to the ground so I’m hovering just over the floor. Chase lays me down and stands over me. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it on the floor. He unbuttons his pants and takes them and his boxer briefs off in one swift move, tossing them within arm’s reach. I unbutton my jeans, and he pulls them off from the bottom hem. I am left wearing a black lace bra and matching panties. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls low in his throat. Fuck, that’s so hot.

  Without taking his eyes off me, he kisses me with ardor. He bites down on my lower lip and tugs. I’m moaning with anticipation. His deft fingers circle my nipple through the lace from my bra. My nipples harden from his touch. His middle finger traces the outside fabric of my bra and slides it down. Now that my breasts are free, the underwire and cup force them upward giving him easy access. He starts to suckle first one and then the other, twisting and pulling, showing no mercy. I can feel it all the way in my groin, and it is amazing. I arch my back, groaning with pleasure, rubbing against him for much needed friction. I can feel him smiling against my skin. “Patience, baby. Let me worship you.” The sensation is driving me insane. I don’t want to be patient. I want his cock inside me right now.

  I grab his head pulling him down to me and kiss him. A passionate needy kiss with our tongues finding each other. I hold his head, one hand on either side. He breaks loose, staring down at me. He sits up, grabbing my panties, practically ripping them off. Reaching over to his pants, he grabs a condom and rolls it on without missing a beat.

  He kisses my inner thighs then up toward my breasts. His tongue circles my navel, nipping and sucking from hipbone to hipbone.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he praises in between kisses. I am writhing with need. I think he’s heading back north, but instead surprises me by heading south. He places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs apart, his head instantly disappearing. Without warning, his expert tongue is circling my clit, causing me to bow off the floor. He presses down on my thighs to keep me still. I am moaning and groaning with pleasure. My legs starting to twitch. He senses that I’m close and starts sucking and nipping. My fingers pull at Chase’s hair, my head thrown back. I pant trying to catch my breath, but it’s of no use. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me, and it’s my undoing. My legs go rigid, and I climax, screaming his name.

  Before I come down from my orgasm, Chase slams into me. “Fuck, Olivia. You feel so good,” he hisses. Thrusting into me with slow hard strokes, I can feel that sensation starting to build again. My legs start to twitch again, and I’m getting lost. His head is close to my ear; I can hear him groaning. He bites down on my earlobe causing me to whimper.

  Abruptly, he sits up, still inside of me, and grabs my legs. He places them on either side of his head on his shoulders. He eases himself out and slams back in, picking up speed as he goes. It’s so deep this way. Holding on to my legs, he slams into me. He wastes no time establishing a steady rhythm. I moan from the exquisite feeling. I can feel myself start to quiver, as does he. I can see the strain and pleasure etched in his forehead. He shifts to one side and that sends me over the edge. I come for a second time, Chase following with two sharp thrusts and then freezes, calling out my name as he finds his release. He places my legs back on the floor and collapses on top of me.

  We both lay on the floor breathless, panting from our exertions. He gazes down at me while trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he manages to sputter out. I agree, it was. “We need to get a bed in here, ASAP.”

  “My mom ordered a bed. I need to give them a time to deliver it.”

  “That’s good. Not that I mind the floor.”

  “I don’t mind the floor,” I say feeling mischievous. His lips quirk up into a smile. Bending down, he bites my lower lip.

  “I can’t wait until your furniture arrives. Then, I want to christen every. Single. Piece.” Chase’s voice is tight and raspy. “But right now, I’ll settle for the floor.” Chase leans down to kiss my swollen lips, and I know this is the beginning of round two.

  The bed and the rest of the furniture are scheduled to arrive on Wednesday. I can’t believe that he was able to use his connections to have my furniture brought over so soon. It turns out that a container of French furniture had come over the week prior, and there were many pieces still available.

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bsp; I’m not able to take the day off; I need to be at a location. Chase is leaving his office early to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.

  Tuesday evening, I make sure I have all of my belongings packed up in the car, including the ten boxes at the bottom of the stairs. I don’t want to have to make the commute any more than I have to. I double check the house twice, making sure I’m not forgetting anything. The only things that I leave behind are my toiletries and makeup. I’ll shove them in an overnight bag after I use them tomorrow morning.

  On Wednesday, two days after the apartment was officially mine, my mom is up before I am. She’s sitting in the kitchen when I come down for my morning coffee. She looks sad. I know it’s because I’m moving out today.

  “Morning, Mom,” I say brightly. I grab a thermos cup and place it under the Keurig. I need to make sure my apartment has one of these.

  “Morning, Liv.” She is dreary.

  “Mom, I promise I’ll visit. Please don’t be sad.”

  “I’m sorry. I know you need your space. I just wish you weren’t so far away.”

  “It’s a beautiful apartment, better than I deserve. I can’t wait until you see it. Maybe I’ll come get you this weekend?” I add milk and Splenda to my mug and tighten the lid.

  “Maybe,” she mutters.

  “I’ll call you later tonight. I’ve got to go. I can’t be late for work.” I give her a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. She hugs me back but won’t let go. “Mom, I’m not moving to Alaska. I’ll see you this weekend.” With that, she releases me.

  “Okay. Have a good day at work.”

  I grab my bag filled from my last minute packing and head out to the car.

  It’s six pm, and I haven’t heard from Chase all day. I hope everything is going okay at my apartment. I pull up in front of my building. I take out the bags from the back of my car and place them down on the sidewalk. The doorman, Paul, calls over to the valet, who takes my car to the garage. “Let me help you bring those up, ma’am,” he then says.

  “That would be great, thank you.” I place my card in the slot to call for the elevator. It dings and opens up. Together, Paul and I get the bags in the elevator.

  “Thank you, Paul,” I smile. The elevator closes, and I am on my way home.

  I search for my keys in the abyss that is my pocketbook. Taking a deep breath, I place it in the lock and open the door. I walk through the entryway and into the kitchen. Wow, what a difference! Chase is sitting on a barstool at the end of the kitchen island. Wait, the walls were white when I rented the apartment. “Did you have the place painted?” I ask in surprise. He stands and strolls towards me.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he croons, pulling me close.

  “These walls were white, right? Or am I going crazy?” He gives me a quick kiss on top of my head and releases me.

  “No, you’re not crazy. Yes, I had the walls painted. I hope you don’t mind. I wanted the walls to go with the furniture.”

  “No, the place looks great.” Granted, I haven’t made it past the kitchen but so far so good.

  “Come, take a look at your new place.” He brings me into the living room. “I hope you like the furniture.” Like it, I love it!

  “It’s fantastic,” I gasp, trying to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. It must have cost a fortune! Gorgeous matching dark leather couch and pair of wide leather chairs with rolled arms and tufted backs. French end tables that are carved up the legs. A pair of tables on either side of the couch hold lamps with caramel slag glass shades. The couch faces a faux mahogany fireplace with a sixty-inch flat screen TV over it. A multi-toned silk rug matches the theme of the room. The walls are painted a light cream color. Just enough color to be noticed, but not enough to overpower the room. It’s all perfect.

  I can feel the tension in Chase’s hands. “You still have other rooms to see. Come on.” He leads me through the sliding glass doors onto the terrace.

  Right outside the living room is a patio set. The top is made from stone tiles in browns and beiges. Around the table are six chairs with rust colored cushions. A state of the art barbeque is off to the side, as well as a pair of tall heat lamps. I look at Chase. “For the fall, when it starts to get chilly,” he explains, shrugging his shoulders.

  Off the master bedroom, there is an aluminum patio set with the arms and legs shaped in bamboo. The aluminum is painted a dark brown; the cushions are a light green. There is a couch, loveseat, large armchair, pair of side chairs, two end tables, and a coffee table. They are set on an indoor/outdoor rug. “For when you want to have friends or family over.” If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was up to something. “Come, I want to show you my favorite room.” His grin gets wider.

  He leads me through the other sliding glass door, the one that leads into the master bedroom. There is a huge bed in the center of the room, it must be a king. On the bed is a gorgeous beige, brown, and light green comforter with lots of pillows. There is a fancy French style headboard and footboard with different colored inlaid woods. Next to the bed on either side sit a pair of black marble top demi lune nightstands. Across from the bed is a matching low chest with the same black marble top. Over the dresser is a fancy wood mirror that matches the rest of the set. On the floor is a neutral French needlepoint rug with flowers. The walls are painted a light green. Chase is grinning ear to ear like a little child that just got handed an ice cream cone. He looks so proud of himself, it makes me giggle.

  “Are you laughing at me?” he asks, feigning shock.

  “I would never,” I say, laughing now.

  “You can’t laugh at me until you’ve seen the rest of the apartment.” He grabs me and kisses me hard on the lips, effectively stopping my mirth. Just as I start kissing him back, he lets me go. He gives me an enigmatic smile, takes my hand, and finishes his tour.

  After showing me the spare bedroom and bathroom, we go back into the living room. It is then that I notice he has hung up the painting he bought me on a wall, all by itself near the kitchen. It looks even better hanging up than it did when he bought it. I sit down on the couch to admire it.

  After I finish admiring my painting, I get a chance to really look around the apartment. I am amazed at how well he pays attention to detail. Everything that I had mentioned that day we went furniture shopping made its way into the apartment. The leather couch, the black marble dresser. He went above and beyond by picking up little accessories I never mentioned, the touches that make a place look lived in. And there is a Keurig in the kitchen!

  “I love it,” I gush. Chase takes a seat next to me. I lean my head on his shoulder. He smells divine. “Thank you.”

  “I would do anything for you, haven’t you figured that out by now?” He puts his arm around my shoulder and runs his fingers up and down my arm.

  “It’s everything I envisioned my apartment to be and more.”

  “I’m glad you like it. I was a little worried about the wall colors.”

  “How did you find the time to have it done?” I ask, still stunned he did it at all.

  “Monday morning. That was the 15th and technically the apartment was yours. I had a crew come in early, so they’d be finished by today.”

  Oh.

  “I like the colors. Not too bright, not too dull. I’m a big fan of earth tones.”

  “I figured you would be. I could tell from your taste in furniture. I’m just glad you’re happy.”

  “It couldn’t be more perfect,” I murmur against his chest. His fingers continue to run up and down my arm.

  “So. A king sized bed, huh?” Chase says with a hint of sarcasm.

  “What’s wrong with a king sized bed?”

  “I didn’t realize you needed such a large bed for little old you.” He’s trying hard to hold in a smile.

  “Well,” I say, turning to face him, “I thought I would need a bigger bed so when you stay over I won’t fall off.” Two can play at this game.

  “I don’t know. I like the sm
all bed.” His eyes are glowing with need. “Although, I won’t really know until we try this one out.” I take his hand, and he leads me into the bedroom.

  The room is large, even with the bed on the wall in the center of the room. I move toward him, pulling my t-shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. I hook my index finger in the collar of his shirt and drag him toward the bed. I spin him around so his legs are touching the side of the bed. I seize the bottom hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He bends at the hips to make it easier for me. I toss it on top of mine. “My, aren’t we getting frisky,” he says in a husky voice.

  I step up close so our bodies are touching and run my fingers through his wayward hair, staring into those hypnotic blue eyes. “Mmm hmmm,” I nod. I lean in and kiss him, holding the back of his neck with my hands. A low growl erupts from his throat spurring me on. My hands move down his back, and around to his taut stomach so I can reach the button on his jeans. I undo the button and run my fingers along the inside of his jeans. My kisses grow less gentle and more passionate as I skim my fingers underneath his boxer briefs and slide both those and his jeans down his legs.

  I fall to my knees and remove each one of his shoes. He balances himself on my shoulders as he lifts each foot up one by one. I peel off his socks and toss them in the pile with the other clothes. I grab his jeans by the bottom cuffs and pull each leg off so he is standing there in front of me gloriously naked. He is watching me like a hawk, his eyes glowing a bright blue.

  I run my hands across his stomach and down his hips. As I palm his amazing ass, I can hear his appreciative groan. Looking up at him through my lashes, I can see his eyes are closed as he absorbs my touch. I decide to seize the moment. I take hold of him in my hands and gently stroke him up and down. I lick his shaft from base to tip. I can hear his breathing change to slower harsher breaths. He gasps as I circle my tongue around the tip. My mouth and lips suck at him pushing him further into my mouth.