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“The billionaire?” he asks in shock.

“That’s the one. Hey, Danny, it’s really nice seeing you, but I do have to run. I need to call Chase. I’ll catch you around some time.” I quickly enter the woman’s locker room. I don’t even wait for a good bye. The last thing I want to do is shoot the shit with my ex. I’d rather get my teeth cleaned. Besides, Chase would be absolutely livid if he knew the man so much as hugged me.

Whistling a tune to myself, I think on how I just saw Danny, a man I spent a year with, and didn’t feel anything. Not even guilt for breaking up with him. It feels good to know what I want in life and he’s over six feet tall, broad shouldered, with ocean eyes and a “I’m going to fuck you till you scream” attitude.
Chase.
The mere thought of him makes my sex jump. I need him. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

Chapter 17

The plane roars to a stop. Taye and I spent six wonderful hours talking about everything from his crazy kids and wife, Melody, to my wild friends and their constant shenanigans. We spent only a little going over our meeting with our donor prospect, “Theodore Vandegren.” The seatbelt signs are off and the captain makes his appearance.

“Ms. Callahan, so nice to see you again,” he says.

“You too. Another excellent flight and perfect landing.” I beam and shake the man’s hand.

Taye and I make our way out of the plane and true to Chase’s word, Jack Porter is standing next to the limo, awaiting our arrival. He grabs our bags and starts for the trunk.

“Afternoon, Jack,” I say over the noise from the airplanes.

“Ms. Callahan. Glad to see you arrived safely. Mr. Davis will be pleased. He’s anxious for your arrival.” I see a hint of a grin at the corner of his stern face.

Taye and I settle into the limo. “Must be nice having a boyfriend with such frills. Mel was shocked that we were flying in a private jet and being taken to the hotel in a limo.”

I smile. Taye’s truly in awe of such luxury. It still blows me away, too.

“I’m not used to it either, but it comes with the man so I deal with it.” I point at Jack, “It also comes with a twenty-four seven linebacker. “ I say loud enough for Jack to hear. Jack rolls up the privacy screen. The man ruffles my feathers more often than not. He has decided he doesn’t want to like me and it irks me. Everyone likes me. The people pleaser in me is frustrated that he’s such a tough nut to crack. I’m committed to winning him over. One day Jack Porter will be my friend, or, at the very least, friendly toward me.

“That’s got to get to a woman like you,” Taye says knowingly. Ever since Justin, I pride myself on being able to take care of myself. I don’t need a man to take care of me, but I want Chase. And Chase is a man that needs to take care of his woman. So I deal.

“It does, but I’ve gotten used to it. Chase has to deal with the possibility of people wanting to hurt him. I give them a unique way to hurt him so he’s overly protective of me. Plus, after what happened on our last business trip, he’s not taking any chances.” I rub the scar over my eye that hasn’t quite gone away. Chase says he’ll have it removed permanently if it continues to bother me. He hates seeing it as much as I do. Not because it mars my looks but because of what it stands for. Same with the jagged one on my hip. He wants it gone, but I refuse. I need the reminder of what I’ve survived.

“Good man. You know how I feel about you, girl, you’re like my own daughter. Sounds like he knows a good woman when he sees one.” He smiles and pats my knee. Over the past couple years I’ve grown attached to Taye. He truly is like the Father I never had. He’s kind, considerate, and genuinely cares about me and my life.

“Thanks, Taye.” I look out the window as the limo comes to a halt outside a huge hotel. The bellman opens the door and Taye gets out. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon before our dinner. Meet in the lobby around four?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’d ask you to meet me for dinner but I’m pretty sure that boy of yours has plans for you.”  He shakes his head and laughs and heads into the hotel.

Jack pulls the limo out into the busy New York City streets. I press the down button on the privacy screen. “Where we headed, Jack?”

“Park Avenue,” he says flatly. It takes everything I have not to burst out the theme song for “Greenacres.” Where else would a billionaire live? With effort I refrain from rolling my eyes and peer out the window.

Down the entire length of the avenue is a median with lush flowers and small trees lending to its name. Despite the hustle and bustle of Manhattan there is a Zen-like flow to the traffic. The greenery dissecting through the cars going in opposite direction is lovely in its yin and yang quality of movement. I’m taken out of my reverie by the ping from my cellphone. I can’t believe that man. He’s so anxious! I look down at the display and frown at the unknown number.

From: Unknown

To: Gillian Callahan

Don’t be gone long. I’m waiting.

That’s strange. I click on the “Unknown” name and not even a number pops up. Who’s waiting for me? I wonder if one of the girls got a new phone. I decide to respond quickly.

From: Gillian Callahan

To: Unknown

Who is this?

That should help me figure out the mystery caller. The phone pings, and I look down. The hair on my neck stands on end and my stomach twists.

From: Unknown

To: Gillian Callahan

All will be revealed when we’re alone.

Chase has got to be messing with me, pranking me. It has been three days since I felt his embrace. I shake off the weird vibe, sure it’s nothing. Probably a wrong number. No need to get worked up over nothing. Besides, I’m about to see Chase. Excitement swells and lays heavily between my thighs. When Jack stops the car I hop out before he can open the door. He frowns and proceeds to grab my bags.

“You may go on in. Use the elevator.” He gestures to where the doorman is holding open the door. The doorman tips his hat as I walk through. My legs feel weak with anticipation.

“Which floor?” I ask Jack over my shoulder, too excited to completely stop and wait for him. I turn when he doesn’t respond.

Jack looks at me with disdain. “The Penthouse, Ms. Callahan. Use your thumb. It’s the same drill as back home.”

I scowl and pop my hands on both hips. Dramatic effect is necessary to get this point across. “You needn’t be such a jerk about it!” His eyebrows go up, and the doorman chokes back a laugh. Him I like. I smile at him and saunter into the elevator.

Putting my thumb on the screen, it scans and the green light beeps. Still incredibly cool and it works even three thousand miles away! The doors close and the elevator starts its ascent to the top floor. I have to figure out a way to win Jack over. This tension between us is thick as Texas toast and not as yummy.

I adjust my skirt making sure everything is in place. With Chase in mind, I chose a simple black A-line skirt that flows out at the knee. I’ve paired it with a silk crème colored buttoned sleeveless blouse. I take off my fitted chocolate colored blazer and hang it over my arm. I’m feverish with anticipation of seeing Chase. My hair is pulled up into a chignon, held there with one long dainty clip through the center of the swirl. I look down at my feet and thank the shoe Gods for these sky-high, sexy strappy heels. They are going to make Chase weak at the knees. My toes are painted a perfect pale pink. A trip to the salon yesterday made sure my entire body was buffed, exfoliated and waxed. I wanted to be sure there are no rough edges, only soft, smooth planes. I can’t wait to rub them along every ridged surface of my man’s body.

The elevator doors open, and I lose the ability to breathe. He’s there waiting for me. The man who has taken over every fantasy and dream for the last three nights. He leans against the opposite wall, arms folded, dress shirt pulling at his muscular arms. His dress slacks are navy and hang low on his delectable hips. He’s not wearing a tie and the first three buttons are open, giving me a hint of his beautiful chest. I look into his eyes. They are smoldering, no longer ocean blue but a smoky gray.

With as much grace and elegance as I can muster, I saunter over to him slowly and drop my purse and jacket to the ground. I stop a foot in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his much larger frame. Even in four inch heels he towers over me. I take a deep breath and his sandalwood and citrus scent assails my senses, filling me with incredible want and need. I lick my lips slowly and it’s over. He moves lightning fast. Strong hands grip my waist and haul me against him. His hands slide up my back and around my neck. Chase’s lips assault mine in a fiery ball of desire, his slippery tongue invading my mouth. His taste beckons me, surrounds me, and holds me to him. It is like being enveloped in a hot bath. I’m lost in the sensation.

He pulls his lips from mine and drags them along my neck. “Jesus, Baby, I missed you.” His breath is hot against my earlobe sending the little hairs on the back of my neck to stand up with excitement. Sharp teeth clamp on the tender flesh at my pulse point, eliciting a tremor that goes straight to my core.

I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel as his tongue slides along my clavicle, making me lose all train of thought. The buttons on my blouse are magically undone and his large hands squeeze and test the weight of my breasts. They swell, my nipples pebble, engorged with the need to be touched. His fingers make quick work of the front clasp of my bra and his mouth engulfs an aching peak. Closing my eyes I’m assaulted by his hot, feral desire and pure want. It zips through my body like lightning.

“God, Chase.” I moan, mentally congratulating myself for having the foresight to wear a front opening bra. His teeth clamp down on the tender flesh and I cry out in pure ecstasy. My fingers weave into his hair and I arch my breast into his mouth harder. He growls his appreciation, taking the offering ravenously.

In two quick moves, he reverses our positions. My back is now against the wall and his solid flesh presses hard against mine. My fingers deftly undo the remaining buttons on his dress shirt and I scrape my nails along the open expanse of golden male skin. Two hands slide up my skirt and fasten against my bare bottom.

“Oh, good girl, you take direction so well.” His hands grip my bare ass and he hauls me higher against the wall, as he presses his turgid length against my center in the perfect position. “You deserve to be rewarded,” he says against my open mouth. He grinds his erection against my bare sex. It ignites a fire in me so deep I clench my legs tightly around his waist and lick into his mouth, sealing our lips in a searing kiss.

I pull away roughly from his swollen lips. “Fuck me, Chase, I can’t wait another minute,” I beg.

He grinds his ridged cock against me again, making me spiral out of control with lust. I squeeze his waist with the power of my thigh muscles and tip my pelvis against his erection trying for more pressure. For more of anything to relieve the torturous ache three days bereft of Chase can do to a woman. My heels dig into the tender flesh of his lower back and he groans in delight.

“Baby, I love it when you beg me to fill you.” He holds me up with one hand and unbuttons his pants. They slide down his legs and his engorged cock is free. His hands cup my bottom. In one swift move he’s tilted his pelvis and pulled my hips down on his cock, imbedding himself stretching the walls of my pussy wide, plundering so deep my head slams back against the wall.

“Ahhh God, Chase,” I scream in sweet relief. I can’t even remember what life was like before feeling this full, this complete.

The elevator pings and we both stop moving, the hair on my neck stands in the scary way when you know someone is watching you. Our breaths sound overly loud as we pant in the quiet space. I hide my face in the crook of Chase’s neck. My haven, the place I go to find solace.

Chase’s turns his head toward the intruder.

“Guess I should have waited a little longer to come up,” Jack says and opens the door next to us and disappears quickly.

Chase laughs and picks up right where he left off, pulling his hips back and slamming into me.

Before I can comprehend that Jack just caught Chase balls deep inside me, his hips move faster. With strong thrusts he presses me into the wall, my back grating along the smooth edge. Twinges of pain slip along the surface but die out instantly with another delicious move of his hips into my center. Every thrust makes me forget that we were just caught in a compromising position, and I give into the passion between us. It’s been too long since we’ve been together. Three days feels like three years when a sex God like Chase Davis is fucking you.

Chase captures my lips. Our tongues tango, our lips nip at one another, and our teeth bite and graze on warm flesh. He picks up his rhythm, pounding into me. I welcome each push of his hips with a tilt of my own, allowing each thrust to penetrate against my tender bundle of nerves. He grinds and presses into me so deep and with so much force it’s like he’s physically squeezing and pulling my release from me by sheer will alone. My body goes tight, a top wound too tight and ready to spin. One more crush of his pelvis against my clit and I cry out, screaming a litany of expletives in my pleasure. He continues to batter me roughly, pressing so hard it’s as if he’s reaching into my soul.

“Again, baby, give it to me again,” he whispers in my ear. His teeth clench down on my shoulder. And just when I think I can’t possibly feel the pleasure again so quickly, he shifts me higher and the new position presses his thick cock perfectly against that miracle spot within my core. I arch into it greedily, practically climbing up his body, bouncing on him like a pogo stick, using his shoulders for leverage. He fucks me so hard the texture of the wall behind us abrades my skin. Only instead of hurting, the tiny sparks of pain push me further into the abyss.

“That’s right baby, I want it. You come for me, only me,” he urges with a particular deep stroke that crushes my clit between our bodies. My mind is thick with lust. I forget everything but being with him and receiving the pleasure he gives me. My entire body is aflame. I can do nothing but obey his command.