“Okay, okay! I’m getting up!”
I love this playful side of him. We both get into his shower, which has plenty of room for two. Chase is washing my hair, massaging my scalp, causing me to sigh appreciatively. I sure could get used to this treatment.
I must have said that aloud, because Chase chuckles and says, “You will definitely get used to it.”
He stands behind me and starts kissing my neck. He knows I love that. He reaches his arms around and palms my br**sts. I lean my head back against him, enjoying all the sensations. I can feel his arousal behind me, hard, and demanding entry. Chase slowly leans me forward and I brace my hands against the bathroom tile. He eases himself into me gently, his hand grabbing onto my hips. I am a little bit sore, but it still feels amazing. I can hear him groan, as he enters me, his lips on my neck, my shoulder. His hips move in and out, until we are both panting. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension about to snap. He bites my neck and I come instantly, the warmth spreading throughout my body, the release hard and powerful. A groan is ripped from Chase’s throat, as though he can feel my orgasm. After the pulsating ends, he grips onto my hips harder and thrusts, until he reaches his climax. After he pulls down he turns me around and kisses me gently.
“Fuck” he mutters. “We didn’t use a condom; we gotta get you on the pill, baby.”
Yes we do, I make a mental note to head to the doctor’s ASAP. I mentally count the days, and I shouldn’t be ovulating right now. Dodgy, I know.
“That was the first time I’ve ever gone bareback, f**k, it felt so amazing Layla, plus it was with you. Can’t get any better than that.” He kisses me again, slowly, sucking on my bottom lip.
He then takes a wash cloth and gently soaps me up again. When we are both done, he turns the shower off and kisses me on the nose.
“Best shower ever.” He rumbles.
“I agree.” I say, grinning cheekily at him.
He wraps me in a huge fluffy towel and dries me himself. I wrap the towel around me and walk to the bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” he asks, alarmed.
“To my room to get dressed?” I make it a question, even though it isn’t.
“You can’t walk out in a towel!” He exclaims.
“I don’t think anyone is even home.” I peep out of his door, the house is dead silent. I rip my towel off, and throw it on his bed, then run to my room butt naked.
“Layla!” I can hear him calling out my name. I run into my room and put on a matching yellow bra and panty set. Chase storms in looking exasperated.
“You love to torture me don’t you?” he growls. “You are lucky they weren’t home or I would have had to kill my own baby brothers.” I roll my eyes. Dramatic much. I run to him and jump on his wrapping my legs around him. He catches me without even stepping back from the impact. I look him in the eye, and then let my gaze wander lower to his lips. I kiss him reverently, once twice. He sighs. “You undo me Layla”
I lean my forehead against his and sigh in contentment. “The feeling is mutual.”
******
I’m standing in the kitchen, enjoying the view. That body! That tattoo! I bite my lip and continue my ogling. It’s a tribal design, and almost a half sleeve. I want to trace it with my tongue, I want to..
“My eyes are up here Layla,” I glance up into blue eyes, dancing with amusement.
“You are standing here, in only a pair of low slung basketball shorts, cooking me pancakes! This whole scene is hot, what do you expect?”
That earns me a throaty chuckle. He flips the pancake, showing off, and then stretches his hands above his head, causing the muscles in his back to ripple. I sigh. I still can’t believe this is all mine. Chase serves me a plate with three pancakes and passes me the maple syrup. I glance at the syrup, and then back at him, lifting one of my perfectly arched brows.
Chase also glances at the syrup, then at me, before saying “First you eat, I won’t have my woman going hungry,” in a dangerously seductive tone. He watches me eat every bite, when I’m finally done he grabs the syrup and drags me off to the bedroom. I’m sure the whole street could have heard my screams.
Chase reluctantly goes to work, his phone has been buzzing all day. I walk into the kitchen and whip up some chicken pasta. I eat and then leave the rest for when the men get home. There is a message on the answering machine, so I hit the beep.
“Mr. Jackson, we couldn’t reach you on your cell phone. We are having an issue with Miss Belle, please call us back ASAP, thanks.”
Huh, I wonder who Miss Belle is. Pushing it from my mind, I’m about to leave to go shopping, when the doorbell rings. I open the door to a delivery man.
“Package for Miss Crawford.” I nod. “Sign here please.”
I sign, then take the two large boxes into my room. I undo the red ribbon on the first one, and lift open the lid. Inside is a stunning, elegant black satin gown, with a sweet heart neckline. The second box contains a Jimmy Choo shoe box, and also a small box from Tiffany’s. Holy shit, I have never been more spoilt in my entire life. I’m not very materialistic, but this has me overwhelmed. I open the shoe box to see a sexy pair of strappy stilettos. The Tiffany’s box holds a beautiful diamond necklace. I grab the note:
Layla,
For the event tonight. You are going to look stunning.
Chase
The charity event. The reason I was about to head out to the shopping center. Chase had invited me to a business function, a charity event held by his company. I glance over the items excitedly, and then pull out my phone to send a text.