I set all the bottles on the table. “Technically you are because there’s just one bed and I miss having you wrapped around me like the other night. You’re definitely sleeping with me.”

She huffs. “Sex. I meant sex, asshole.”

“Define sex…” I trail off with a smirk.

“You know, penetration and stuff.”

I bellow with laughter. “’Penetration and stuff.’ I think I just came in my pants with all that sexy talk.”

Before she can punch me, I snatch her hand and twist it toward my face. Slowly, I uncurl her fingers and kiss her palm. “I vow that there’ll be absolutely no penetration of my cock in any of your orifices tonight."

She giggles and jerks her hand away. “You’re sick.”

“Truth or dare?” I question.

“Dare.” She smirks, thinking she’s won the game of hiding her truths.

“Take off all your clothes.”

“What the fuck?” she shrieks. “You’re a cheater!”

Shrugging my shoulders, I make a motion for her to take her clothes off.

“And if I refuse?”

“You still have to drink and take something off. Rules are rules, baby.”

She growls, all cute as fuck, and begins a slow, teasing journey of unbuttoning her blouse. I’m so mesmerized that by the time she’s let it fall to the floor, I’m hard as fucking stone and have already sucked down the bottle she was supposed to drink from.

“Like what you see?” she purrs.

I choke on my words and she laughs. My eyes never leave her pale, flesh colored lacy bra. That thing needs to be gone. Pronto.

“Jesus, Tori. Want to forfeit this game and renege on our no penetration rule?”

Her blazing blue eyes find my lust-filled ones. “I prefer making you as crazy as you make me. It’s fun. Now, truth or dare, Dr. Monroe?”

“So we’re playing doctor now?” I question with wagging eyebrows.

“Shut up and answer the question.”

“Dare.”

She pouts, obviously we both want a truth from each other that neither is willing to fork over. “Fine, um, you have to lick my toes.”

When I fall to my knees in front of her, she squeals. “Just kidding. Ew. Don’t do that. Um…”

Her voice trails off when my hands roam up her legs, eager to touch her slender thighs.

“Hmmm?” I question as I dip my lips to her heaving chest.

She slides her fingers into my hair and spreads her knees apart, giving me better access to her. I tongue her cleavage and grin when she gasps.

“Chase…you…please…”

While I squeeze one of her breasts, I sneak the other hand under her skirt. Using my fingers, I jerk aside her panties and push a finger into her.

“Oh!”

Her body is hot and so fucking wet. With each slow movement that I draw my finger in and out, I’m amazed at how tight her pussy grips my finger. She’ll feel so good when I finally make love to her.

“You like that, don’t you? Truth.”

“No,” she lies with a hiss the moment I curl my finger upwards, hitting her in just the right spot.

“Liar. Take your bra off.”

She whimpers but after a second of fumbling, her bra loosens around her. Never losing stride with my finger, I jerk her bra the rest of the way off. Her small, pale pink nipples are erect and beg to be colored and bruised.

“My God, baby. You’re so fucking gorgeous. I’m hanging on by a very tiny damn thread. A promise is a promise, though. Doesn’t mean I can’t make you beg for it anyway,” I say as I nip at her tit.

Her thighs clench together but with me between them, she’s powerless against the growing climax within her.

“You’re not supposed to make me feel,” she whines. “I don’t want to feel.”

Sliding my thumb over her clit, I massage her until she splinters apart before me. Her body quivers and shakes.

“Guess I’ll be manhandling those feelings too.” I grin and lift my head away from her breasts to throw her a smug look.

She gently pushes me away from her and my hand pops out of her making a sound that causes her to blush.

“You promised no penetration,” she sighs and leans back against the sofa, her gorgeous fucking tits on full display.

I smirk. “With my cock, which I’m really regretting. Now, put on some sexy pajamas before I manhandle your pussy too.”

“I think you’ve already done that. Three times to be exact,” she grumbles in faux annoyance as she strides over to her bags and fetches her clothes.

Once I’m stripped down to my boxers, I crawl into the bed and wave her over. Ever the responsible gal, she turns off all the lights after dressing, before climbing into my waiting arms.

“Baby?” I question as I haul her back to my bare chest and hug her to me.

“Hmm?”

“You’ll know when I manhandle that pussy. That’ll be the day that you’re dripping like a leaky faucet and walking like a fucking cowboy who rode one too many horses.”

She whimpers and it takes everything in me not to strip her down and fuck her as promised.

“Until then,” I say through a yawn and close my eyes, burying my face in her hair, “I’ll settle for finger fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Fucking hotel liquor. Ugh. And what the hell is that noise? I try to shift my position and find I’m weighed down by something large and hot. I wiggle again and the something groans, “Baby, quit squirming.” I freeze.

Chase is practically wrapped around me, snuggled up and plastered to my side. A leg thrown over both of mine, his face buried in my neck, and an arm stretched over my chest, his hand resting firmly on my breast. I don’t know how to catch my breath, and seriously? What is that damn noise?

“Chase.”

“Shhhh. Dr. Monroe is sleeping.”

I huff, “Chase, what is making that noise?”

“You, baby. Now shut it. I’m exceptionally comfy.” He emphasizes his statement with a squeeze to the boob in his palm. I try desperately to ignore the tingles spreading throughout my chest.

I manage to get my focus and clear away some of the cobwebs in my head. I realize I’m hearing “Blue Eyes” by Carey Brothers. “Chase, is that your phone?” He pries open an eye lid and glares at me. I don’t know how someone can glare with one eye, but somehow Chase manages it. Admittedly he looks really cute while doing it, too.

“Shit!” Chase’s exclamation startles me and suddenly the heat is gone and I’m mourning its loss. Chase runs to the round table in the corner of the room and snatches up his phone. “Shit! Up, babe. Get your sexy little ass in the shower.” His finger swipes the screen, then plucks up my phone and does the same. “Fuck. There went your parents’ first impression of me. You have four missed calls and two texts.” He glances back and sees I haven’t moved, since I’m too busy ogling his mostly naked body, the muscles, his smattering of chest hair, and the beautiful tattoo over his heart, which I haven’t had the nerve to ask about. He smirks and I roll my eyes and flip him off as I climb out of bed.

I yawn and wander toward my suitcase. Chase is frantically digging through his own, then pops up with clothes and spies me still in a funk. He hurries over and smacks my ass. “Get a move on, Tori. It’s almost noon.”

His words pierce my hungover fog. “What?” I screech and start running around grabbing anything and everything, before dashing to the bathroom. “What the fuck, Chase? We missed breakfast and the wedding starts in two hours!”

“We slept through the alarm,” he says from right behind me as if it’s no big deal. Startled, I spin around to see him standing just beyond the door jam, and both arms up, leaning on either side of the frame. “You’ve got to get a move on.” He continues to stand there and stare. The punk. “You know, it would be much more efficient to share the shower. Very practical.”

“You make a good point.” I grab the hem of my cami and slowly start to drag it up my stomach, watching his eyes become round as saucers and his mouth open slightly. I saunter toward him and watch his eyes get impossibly darker, as my tongue darts out and wets my bottom lip. I reach the entrance and put my hand on the back of the door, looking at him through hooded eyes.