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One second, I’m pinned against the wall drowning in his kiss, and the next, I’m stumbling backward into his bedroom, hands tangled in his hair, dragging him with me. Chase’s grip tightens at my waist, his lips never leaving mine as he kicks the door shut behind us.

Boom.

He’s already lifting me, catching me when I jump, hands gripping my thighs as I wrap them around him.

When I hit the mattress, his body heavy over mine, all I can do is exhale and cling to his shoulders, staring up at him as he hovers above me, his blue eyes so much darker than usual.

My breath comes fast as we both look at each other. Neither of us move, we just look.

“Say it,” he murmurs.

I exhale a breath.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

His lips curve. “Yes, you do.”

My fingers slide into his hair as I swallow. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“Because you were too far away.”

He responds with a groan and another kiss, his lips moving slowly across my jaw to my pulse point.

“I need to say something,” he murmurs against my ear. “Before this goes further.”

My pulse skips as he leans back. “Okay.”

His throat bobs, hand gently caressing my side.

“If we do this again,” he says quietly, “it doesn’t go back to what it was.”

I still, and his eyes flick to mine, so earnest it hurts.

“I mean it, Zo. I can’t pretend this is casual. I’ve tried, but… I fucking can’t .”

I want to crack a joke. Say something flippant to fill the silence, but nothing comes.

“Then don’t.” My voice is barely more than a breath. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

His eyes flare. “Alright… no more pretending, no more masks. No more meaningless bullshit.”

My breath stutters, but I nod anyway.

“I want all of you,” he says. “And whatever comes with that. The PR, the contract, the fallout, we’ll deal.

I just…” He swipes his thumb slowly across my lower lip.

“I need to know that when I fuck you tonight—and I really, really want to fuck you—you’re not gonna act like it doesn’t mean anything tomorrow. ”

My chest constricts because this man, this ridiculous, Golden Retriever, frat boy menace, is offering me everything. I blink, stunned by how calm his voice is when mine feels like breaking.

“I can’t promise I won’t panic,” I whisper. “But I won’t pretend this means nothing.”

His brow twitches, and I meet his eyes.

“I want you,” I tell him, a reassurance. “I just… don’t always know how to do this.”

His gaze darkens, roaming my face.

“Well lucky for you, I’m really fucking good at showing you how it’s done.”

Then he’s kissing me again, fiercer now. He pulls my T-shirt over my head and groans when he sees I’m not wearing a bra.

“Fuck, baby. You came to my door like this?”

“I didn’t plan—”

“Don’t lie,” he rasps, already lowering his mouth to my breast. “You knew what you were doing.”

His tongue flicks across my nipple with the barbell before his mouth closes over it entirely, sucking slow and deep while his hand toys with the other.

My head tips back with a moan.

“God, you have no idea what this does to me,” he mutters against my skin. “You walk around in my hoodie, licking spoons in front of me, talking shit while looking like that. ”

“Like what?”

He lifts his head, eyes blazing. “Like my fucking dream, Zoe.”

The words punch something loose in my chest, but I don’t have time to think, because he’s already tugging at my shorts and dragging them down.

“Shit,” he breathes, nuzzling the inside of my thigh. “You were gonna go to sleep like this? So needy and wet, and you weren’t even gonna tell me?”

He kisses a trail over me and starts tugging everything off—my panties, his boxers, everything until we’re bare and pressed against each other. His hand trails back down, sliding through my pussy.

“Gonna make you come on my fingers first,” he murmurs, biting down on my bottom lip. “Get you all messy, just the way I like you.”

I let out a strangled sound that might be a curse, but I’m already so close I don’t even care.

“Been dreaming about this,” he husks, watching his hand move. “You stretched around me again, taking everything I give you. That look on your face when I ruin you.”

“Chase— fuck —”

He pumps harder, thumb circling my clit, and then I’m falling, shaking apart in his arms as I come with a muffled cry against his shoulder.

But he doesn’t give me time to recover, just flips me onto my stomach. “On your knees, baby.”

I obey without thinking, my cheek pressed to the sheets, ass in the air.

“Condom?” he murmurs, already reaching for his drawer.

“Yeah,” I manage. “Unless you’re trying to knock me up with a fourth babysitting client.”

He chokes a laugh, then he’s tearing the foil, rolling it on, and settling behind me.

“Look at you,” he says, running a hand over my back. “So fuckin’ good like this.”

Then he slowly pushes inside me, and we both groan. A palm pushes in between my shoulder blades, another steadying at my hip.

“You feel like heaven,” he mutters. “Like fucking home. ”

“God, Chase—”

Every snap of his hips knocks a cry from my mouth, as one hand slides down to circle my clit, the other anchoring me in place.

“Sooo wet,” he groans. “Dripping for it. You like it when I fuck you like this, Zo? Bent over and moaning?”

“Yes—God, yes—don’t stop—”

“Not a fucking chance,” he bites out, thrusting hard enough that I jolt forward on the bed.

His pace turns punishing, and I can’t think, can’t breathe. I’m just a mess of sensation and sound. But then he slows. Teases. Rolls his hips in deep, grinding circles that make my legs shake.

“Chase, please—”

“What's that, Zo?” His voice is gravelly against my ear. “You begging now?”

“Yes, please , I need—”

“Oh, you need ?” he echoes, voice laced with amusement. “Need me to fuck you like this?” He slams into me again. “Need me to make this pussy weep for my cock?”

I choke out a moan, back arching as I clench around him. He must feel how close I am, because suddenly he’s ruthless again, chasing it with me.

“Tell me,” he grits out. “Tell me who’s fucking you like this.”

“You—Fuck, Chase, it’s you—”

“Yeah, baby. Me,” he groans. “No one else gets this. No one else makes you come like I do.” He slams into me again. “Now come for me and soak my cock.”

I shatter with a cry, thighs clenching, body convulsing as pleasure rockets through me. I hear him curse before he follows me over the edge, muttering filthy praise into my spine and unraveling with me. I’m still catching my breath when I feel him smirk against my skin.

Cocky bastard.

“Three outta ten,” I mutter, voice raspy. “You’ve really gone downhill since the tent.”

Chase’s head lifts slowly. His hair’s a mess, chest rising and falling as if he just skated an overtime shift. He slowly slips out and crashes down beside me, discarding the condom.

“Oh, yeah? That a review or a cry for help?”

I smirk. “Both. Dual-purpose.”

“Dual-purpose, huh?” His voice drops. “Guess I better make it a hat trick and fuck the attitude out of you, then.”

“Hmm, I dunno.” I trail a nail slowly down his chest. “You look kinda tired.”

“Tired?” he repeats, mock offended. “You’re the one who collapsed under me like a Victorian heroine.”

“I was being dramatic . ”

“You were begging for it.”

“I was acting. ”

He leans in, lips brushing mine. “You gonna act like that when you’re coming on my cock again?”

My smile is slow as I arch a brow and tilt my chin in challenge. I’m more than ready to push his buttons.

“You gonna be a good boy and crawl to me this time?”

His low chuckle curls around my spine as he shakes his head.

“Nah,” he murmurs. “ You crawl.”

Every part of me lights up as I watch him move to recline against the headboard, his legs splayed wide, fist wrapped around his cock and eyes locked on mine, waiting. A silent challenge. A dare.

I rise to my knees and smirk at the way he’s watching me. Then as slowly as I can, I crawl across the mattress, my eyes never leaving his as I sway my hips.

His jaw flexes and chest heaves as he watches, barely keeping it together.

I reach him, straddle his legs, and slide my arms around his shoulders, feeling the tremble under his skin.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, brushing hair off my cheek. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I hum, lips ghosting over his jaw. “You started it.”

He doesn’t reply, just moves. One second I’m in his lap, the next I’m flat on my back, wrists pinned above my head, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“You really wanna play, Zo?” His mouth drags down my throat. “Alright. Let’s play.”

Kissing down my body, his mouth finds my piercing and he sucks on it, hard.

I jolt. “Chase—”

“Yeah,” he mutters, licking over the metal. “That’s the sound I wanted.”

He pulls back, lips slick. “Condom,” he grits, grabbing a new one from the nightstand.

He tears it open, rolls it on, then grips my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed.My legs spread wide as he lifts them, hooking one over each shoulder until I’m completely exposed.

“Fuck, Zoe.” His eyes are molten as lines himself up. “You should see how good you look like this.”

“You love it,” I pant.

“Mm, you want it?” He drags the tip of his cock over my clit, teasing me with shallow thrusts. “You want this cock again?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Chase, please—”

“Then take it.”

He slides into me again and I cry out, back arching, hands clawing the sheets as he uses the leverage of my legs to get deeper.

“ Fuck, Chase—yes, just like that—”

“Look at those tits,” he groans, biting the inside of my calf. “Bouncin' every time I fuck you. Best view I’ve ever seen.”

I can’t stop moaning at his filthy mouth. I’m soaked , clenching around him with every thrust, my mind slipping further with the way he talks to me.

“You feel how wet you are?” he pants. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you?”

“God, yes I do. I love it —”

He leans down, folding my legs closer to my chest, pinning me in place with his body. His hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise as he fucks me, owning every inch. The sounds—wet, desperate, relentless—are absurd as the echo around us.

I lose control fast and all I can do is let out a desperate, ragged sound as my eyes flutter shut. Instantly, his hand slides around my throat, thumb stroking the edge of my jaw.

“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Wanna see you come. Wanna watch my perfect girl fall apart on my cock.”

I force my gaze up, breath hitching as he drives deeper. Then his free hand drops between us, and he leans forward to spit on my clit.

I jerk beneath him, a broken mess of sensation as his thumb circles through it.

“Oh my God , that’s so hot—do it again—”

“You like that?” he pants. “You like when I spit on your pretty pussy and fuck you through it?”

I nod frantically. “Yes! Fuck yes , don’t stop—”

“Not gonna. Not for such a good… fucking … girl."

Each word lands with a thrust, and my vision whites out. I come hard around him, mouth open on a wordless cry. My body convulses, and everything shatters as he continues to fuck me through it.

“ That’s it, ” he groans. “Mmm, look at you, Zo. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He doesn’t stop until he’s wrung out every last aftershock. Then his rhythm stutters, and he comes with a raw, husky moan. He drops his head to my shoulder, one hand finding mine and threading our fingers together against the sheets.

We stay like that for a moment, tangled and gasping, his body draped over mine. I’m limp. Boneless. Blissed the fuck out.

Eventually, he shifts just enough to press kisses to my neck, my collarbone. Soft and tender and nothing like the filthy menace he was two seconds ago.

I turn my head slightly. “Feeling proud of yourself?”

He breathes out a rough laugh. “You're the one who crawled.”

“ You spat.”

“Want me to apologize?”

“God, no.” I sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “I want you to do it again.”

***

It’s hours later when I wake up, soft and satiated, a warmth once again wrapped around me. A deep, humming satisfaction in my limbs, and a dull, lingering ache between my thighs.

Chase’s arm is slung heavy over my waist, chest pressed flush against my back, his breath warm and steady against my neck.

I swallow hard, my pulse doing something stupid.

I’m not usually the girl who wakes up and nuzzles closer, but I do.

I’m not the kind of girl who lets herself bask in how good it feels, but I fucking do.

I let myself feel it all, memorizing the shape of him.

I allow myself to sink into the feeling as his arm pulls me tighter.

The heat, the weight, the way he fits around me like he was made to be there.

I hold my breath, then slide out just far enough to untangle his arm and carefully inch toward the edge of the bed.

“Where you goin’, Zo?”

I freeze and clear my throat, forcing my voice to stay even. “Bathroom.”

He hums, the sound vibrating against me, lazy and knowing. “Bathroom’s the other way.”

I swallow. “I—Yeah, I know that.”

“Why do I feel like you're about to bolt?”

I refuse to react. I refuse to acknowledge the way my pulse skitters, or how the way he says it makes me feel so ridiculously seen.

Instead, I suck in a breath and grab my T-shirt off the ground. I don’t look at him. Don’t acknowledge the fact that I’m so naked, I can still feel him all over me.

“Leave it.”

I go still, my grip tightening around the fabric. “Excuse me?”

I hear the sheets shift, and I hear the deep, satisfied noise he makes as he stretches his limbs.

“I said leave it.”

He’s propped on one elbow when I turn, still lazy, still naked, watching me like a man with all the time in the world.

His gaze drags down my body, slow and unhurried, memorizing every inch of me. And when his eyes find mine again, they burn.

“You won’t need it,” he says simply.

A shiver rolls through me.

“I’m gonna get dressed,” I say, forcing my voice to stay steady.

He tilts his head. “Are you?”

I glare. “Yes.”

He smirks.

“Get back in bed, Zo.”

Fuck.

I stand there, my T-shirt clutched to my chest, torn between every shred of common sense I have left and the pure, undeniable fact that every single inch of me wants him again.

He sees it, of course he does. And he waits. Patient, amused. Sure as hell.

My fingers tighten around the fabric as I let out a shaky breath. This is a bad idea. A terrible, terrible idea. But I drop the T-shirt to the floor, and his grin turns predatory.

“That’s my girl.”