by lightly massaging his neck. Chase and music just didn’t mix. It didn’t make sense; he was in a band growing up. “You okay?”
He slightly relaxed with my touch as I watched the pulse in his neck bound continuously.
“You want to talk about it?” I headbanded my glasses and studied him closer. His eyes never wavered from the road. “Was it the music?” I continued to stroke down his rigid arms.
“I’m fine, Lil, I’m fine.”
“Truth, Chase.”
“Not now.” He released his grip on the wheel, making himself comfortable between my legs. Losing focus almost immediately to his miracle fingers, my body fell to command. His rhythmic touch had my mind spinning and my body ablaze. This man was going to kill me.
Two windblown hours later, the city skyline stole my breath.
“Oh Chase, I’m so excited! I’ve always wanted to come to New York.”
He leaned over the center console and ran his fingers through my hair.
“Come here, Blue.” He coaxed me closer, awarding my lips with a sweet, soft kiss. I smiled under his touch as the butterflies quietly fluttered. That kiss made something deep within me warm all over.
“Mmm.” I brushed my fingertips along his stubble. His morning shadow covered his cheeks and chin. His hair was windblown and he wore dark rimmed aviator glasses, making him look sexily disheveled. My sex tightened and my heart quickened. Two responses I was beginning to crave.
“Sooo, what’s on the agenda in the city that never sleeps?”
“
I sat up in my seat and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of New York City. I was like a kid in a candy store on senses overload. My head bounced from one window to the next, trying to capture every moment.
“Good Afternoon, Dr. Colton. How was your ride?” Distracted by the stop and go of the city traffic, I hadn’t realized we reached our destination. An older white-gloved man, dressed in dark grey and a matching hat opened his car door.
“I’m good, Charles, how’ve you been?”
“Well. Thank you.”
Chase’s large frame smoothly exited his low riding car to tower over the older gentleman. I unclicked my seatbelt and began to stir, taming my wild hair and righting my pale yellow sundress. Shit. My torn thong was in his pocket. Even I knew pale yellow and bright summer sun was not a combination that worked with no underwear.
“How long are you staying, Sir?”
“Just until tomorrow, Charles, probably late afternoon. Can you have the car waiting?”
“Of course, Sir, and I’ll have your bags brought right up.”
Chase handed him the car keys.
“Oh Miss, let me.” Charles flew around the hood to open my door.
I was not all that anxious to get out. My eyes widened as they locked on Chase’s hungry stare. He smirked and slightly shook his head, making his way around the car.
“I got her, Charles, thank you though.” Several neatly folded bills exchanged hands and he proceeded to open my door.
“Have a good evening, Sir, Miss.” Charles nodded in our direction and slipped away.
“Chase, I can’t get out,” I hissed.
“Come here, baby, no one will notice.” He smirked again and pulled me from the car.
“Where are we, anyway?” I swung my bag over my shoulder, bouncing it from front to back trying to decide which area was less offensive. Even more desperately trying not to wonder why this Charles character knew Chase so well. How many other pantiless women had he brought here before? Ugh.
“My apartment building.” The enormous square structure looked like something out of the Victorian Renaissance era. The brick and sandstone walls decorated with ornate steel balconies and elaborate moldings were stunning. It was a little on the darker side. But the sight of its classic tall beauty took my breath away. Much like the man beside me. “Let’s go inside.” He pinned me close to his side, wrapping his arm low on my waist.
“You covering me up?” I looked up into his eyes peering down at me from under his shades.
“I told you. I don’t share.”
My smile widened and the flush hit my cheeks.
“Good Afternoon, Dr. Colton, Miss.” We were greeted by a second white-gloved gentleman. First a doorman, second a concierge. A couple episodes of the Housewives were worth keeping in the loop to be refreshed on these unfamiliar high society ways. I put my giant bag in front of me and silently prayed my ass was covered enough by Chase’s arm. I cursed the designer who thought pale yellow, short dress and sun should ever be in the same sentence.
The elevator ride to the tenth floor was quiet. We nodded politely as other tenants entered and exited, Chase’s eyes only leaving mine for brief cordial sentiments. His stare was heated. The elevator opened to a wide gothic passage leading directly to a massive arched mahogany door. He gently led me forward. My jaw, not so subtly, dropped. Not even two steps through the door and the expansive view of Central Park was spectacular. The unobstructed light shining through the eight enormous windows lining the living room was awe-inspiring.
“Oh Chase, your view, your apartment, it’s ... beautiful.” I smiled coyly.
“Glad you like it.” He draped his arm over my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “Go take a look around, gotta make a quick call to check in at the hospital.”
The towering ceilings and intricate dark wood moldings carried through every room. One as beautiful as the next. The dining room and kitchen looked out on the gabled roofs of the interior courtyard. A gorgeous fountain was surrounded by symmetric circular gardens spanning across intricately placed stone walkways. The detail was fascinating.
I wandered into his bedroom. The steel grey walls framed a massive antiqued black four-poster bed, blanketed with stark white linens. Overall the room was dark and simply decorated. No personal effects, no frames or photos or family mementos. Nothing revealed the mystery behind the man. But his appreciation for light and color was conspicuous, bringing warmth and coziness. The floor-to-ceiling French doors, defined by deep turquoise silk draperies, led to a terrace full of clean-edged planters overflowing with unique tropical flowers. Aired on two sides, almost every room brought in the outdoor landscape.
“I promise you we will spend quality time in here.” His voice startled me. “I wanna see how you look on my bed.” He sat on the edge of the massive bed and pulled me between his legs. “Did I mention I really like you pantiless?” He gripped my ass and brought me closer, burying his head between my breasts. “And braless,” he mumbled into my cleavage.
“Mmm.” My head tilted back, as the first of my thin spaghetti straps fell from my shoulder. The ridge of his erection pushed into my thigh, I swallowed. My nipples tightened as he drew my breast up into his very experienced mouth.
“Oh, oh,” I gasped. I squeezed my legs together to help relieve the deep ache already forming, or that never really left.
“You love that, huh, baby? I love to make you squirm.”
My dress slid to the floor to pool around my heels as he sat back to feast on my body. The heated stare from the elevator returned and his eyes darkened to match his walls. I was hyper aware of my body and the broad daylight should have made me self-conscious. But it didn’t. Every part of me was taut with excitement and anticipation. I was in his room, his space, completely under his control. A control so different from what I remembered.
“Keep your shoes on,” he commanded. I felt sexy as hell.
Flashing back to the night we met, I teased, “Thought you hated
“Unless I can do this.” His hand slid up my thigh and brushed my sex. “Pure torture, baby.” He stopped and pressed a wet kiss below my navel. “You.” Kiss. “These shoes.” Kiss. “Longest. Fucking. Rounds. Ever.”
