The whole situation still makes me angry enough to consider hiring a private investigator to go after him, but I know even that is probably pointless. The money was long gone whether he’s still around or not.
I break out of my flashback and try to concentrate on the Covington in front of me. Covington. I let the word rattle around in my brain, because honestly I’ve spent the whole time freaking out since getting fake engaged and I haven’t taken the time to process. For a brief moment, I wish it weren’t fake.
To be fair, Chase actually put money into my account instead of taking it out. And the truth is, his smile always puts me at ease. I glance down at the giant rock on my left hand as I consider everything.
I know that I’ll do everything I can to help him win his company back. Because all of a sudden, I want him to win. I’m rooting for him. And my competitive streak takes over since I also have skin in the game now.
“The company,” I say at last, in my attempt to finally get serious about things. “Wants to be convinced that we’re a real couple. And that somehow makes you a responsible adult. And we have to prove it in the next couple of days, right?”
That brings a round of laughter from Chase. I watch it rumble across his deep shoulders. He strokes his chin as he thinks, and the brown stubble catches the light of the rising moon. It makes him so sexy.
He moves closer to me, both of our feet in the wet sand now. We’re facing each other again. I stand on my tiptoes to get closer to those lips. “Maybe the paparazzi are watching us. Right now. Have you ever considered that?”
“They could be. Maybe we should put on a show. You know, for them. Just in case.”
He leans down like he’s going to kiss me, but at the last minute he veers away from my lips and places a deliciously small kiss on my shoulder. Then he grazes it gently with his teeth, bringing another shudder through my body.
I don’t even realize that I’ve closed my eyes to savor the sensation until his lips meet mine. Heat cascades through my body. Our tongues intertwine and I feel his hand go to my waist, sending even more shivers of desire. His kiss is strong, urgent, rough. I match the intensity.
My heart races and I feel my face flush. I kiss him back, harder, my hands on his chest. I feel the chest muscles I know are there under his tee shirt. I press my body closer to his, until I can feel his need.
My head swims with desire. Somewhere in the back of my mind, warning bells are going off, but I’m not listening. I can’t hear anything over the thundering of the blood in my veins and the pulsing desire growing in parts below.
His hand moves to cup my chin and then makes its way down to my chest, grazing my breast. I let out a moan at the touch and feel Chase get even harder, our bodies press even closer together.
“Hey, get a room,” a voice yells at us from somewhere nearby.
Breathless, we break off the kiss and take a step back. Then we both burst out laughing. We laugh until tears flow down our cheeks. When it all subsides, Chase takes my hand again.
“Maybe we should plan our battle strategy for tomorrow back in my room.”
It’s my turn to move the bangs hanging over his eye with my finger. “I like that plan.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kaylee
Sneaking back into the building at this hour is no problem, back entrance or no back entrance. All too quickly, the elevator opens up into the hallway of his suite and then he swipes us into his room.
Walking into his Royal Presidential Suite always takes my breath away. Right now, the windows are open to the sea breeze and the gorgeous view of the ocean at night makes it all the more amazing.
I run straight for the sprawling couch overlooking the window. Chase races me and beats me there, pulling me on top of him.
He lays down on his back and I jump aboard, straddling him. Even in the dim lighting, I can see the lust in his eyes. His intensity is matched by my own.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want those luscious lips. And his hands, and his biceps, and other parts of him as well.
He silences my inner monologue with a deep, delicious kiss. Desire pulses through my body, blocking out all other thoughts. I lean in closer to the kiss, rocking my hips back and forth on him and watch as he groans with pleasure.
His hands reach up and he cups my breasts through my shirt, finding my nipples and giving a teasing squeeze. I moan into his mouth. Then I feel his fingers move underneath my tee shirt. He makes a play for my bra strap. A new thrill washes over me.
Once his hands finish their job and release my breasts from the bra underneath the tee, his hands retreat and move much further south.
They slowly make their way down my clenched abs. I gasp as his hands keep going south, down to my shorts, where his fingers delicately graze the growing wet spot in my panties.
I close my eyes to try to calm my racing heart and libido. Half savoring the moment, and half wondering if this is the right thing to do. But then his hands slip back under my tee shirt to my now bare breasts. I arch my back and groan from his touch on the sensitive, bare skin before I lean forward
