Brooke held a hand to cup his stubbled jaw. “Take me now Chase. I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He was naked and sheathed before her silk shorts hit the carpet and positioned at her still dripping pussy. “You ready for me baby?” Her nod was all he needed to slowly sink into her tight warmth until he could go no deeper. “Ah shit Brooke. So tight and wet. So. Good.” With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist Chase picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and faster, pushing harder against her body until they were both slick with sweat and short of breathe. Her nails scored his biceps, his teeth worried her nipples, her neck, her earlobes until she was a quivering mass of nerves and feelings beneath him. He pumped and pumped, keeping up a punishing pace until her pussy squeezed tight around him and his balls tightened. They both floated up, up, up until that invisible barrier broke and allowed them to come back down to earth at their own leisurely pace.
There was a strange, otherworldly feeling that washed over Brooke as her body came down from that magnificent orgasm, never feeling so sated in all her life. Chase was a master and her body the instrument he had mastered. “Wow. Amazing Chase. Just. Amazing. Yeah.” She slowly drifted off, the pleasure too much to do more than close her eyes.
***
The next morning at the breakfast table was…awkward. Vance was already settled at the head of the table when Brooke entered the dining room. Her face flushed at his knowing wink and she turned her attention to the sideboard—an actual sideboard!—to pile eggs and bacon on her plate. She had worked up quite an appetite last night, and again this morning she thought with a smile and she needed to replenish her calories. Her sore muscles screamed when she sat down and sent another blush up her chest, face and ears. How embarrassing to have your boss who is also your lover’s father, witness your soreness from a night of raunchy sex. “Good morning Mr. Silver.”
He chuckled at her nervousness. Vance was pretty sure she didn’t realize every thought she had was written all over her pretty little face. “Good morning Brooke. Please call me Vance while you’re a guest in my home.”
This time her smile beamed, lighting up the entire room. “Sure thing Vance.”
Next into the room came Jackson and Ethan, looking more handsome than any two men should and just as grumpy. They both growled morning greetings to Brooke and Vance before they made a beeline to the sideboard. She wasn’t sure what had the men so irritated this early in the morning so she focused on her breakfast and the strange twist of events from last night. Goodness, sleeping with her boss was the dumbest, greatest most satisfying thing she had ever done. But it was without a doubt dumb. Really, really dumb. She liked her job, dammit she loved it and she was good at it. If things went south, when things went south she would lose her job. It would be best to pretend that last night never happened. Well to at least place it inside the little box inside in her memory and break it out during those long, lonely nights.
Chase came in later looking devastatingly handsome, if a little tired, in dark grey jeans and a sky blue sweater. He strolled in looking distracted and grumpy and delicious. And he barely looked at her. Well that was just fine with her. She didn’t need him to look at her, to acknowledge her or what they did last night. And this morning. She already decided that pursuing anything—physical or romantic—would be a mistake so it was good that he obviously had decided the same thing.
Good. Great.
Vance’s loud voice boomed in the silent dining room. “I hope you boys have given some thought to what I said last night.” His gaze landed on each of them, scrutinizing them before laughing aloud.
“Excuse me,” Brooke mumbled as she pushed back her chair and practically sprinted through the door and around Galina. She turned left instead of right and ended up in the kitchen and directly in front of warm cranberry orange muffins. She grabbed one and slipped out the backdoor and into the early morning sun.
The property was beautiful with sprawling greens and golds in every direction. She didn’t know which way to start exploring but she spotted the top of a greenhouse and took off in that direction with a muffin in one hand and a blanket cinched around her to protect her from the cold in her other hand. Her steps were slow and deliberate, her eyes glued to the sun as it painted a pink and orange path across the sky. She was lost in her thoughts of Chase, of the upcoming merger with Steele Tech, of the way he’d made her feel last night. She was so lost she didn’t hear the footsteps quickly approaching.
“Hey, wait up!”
She turned and saw Chase running towards her, out of breath. “What are you doing out here?” Her arms were crossed, in a defensive posture, and also to keep out the cold.
“I wanted,” he stopped to catch his breath, “to talk to you.”
She waved her hand and her muffin, dismissively at him. “There’s no need. We had one night. One fantastic night.” She grinned up at him. “But just one night all the same. No harm, no foul. Okay?” She turned towards the greenhouse without waiting for his response.
“Dammit Brooke wait up!” He jogged until his stride matched hers. She didn’t slow down or turn to look at him. She walked with her face tilted toward the sky, a serene expression on her face. She was so damned beautiful, especially in her contained anger, he felt an ache in his chest just looking at her. Last night had been unbelievable. It was more intense and passionate than any sexual encounter he’d ever had. Brooke was so giving, so open in her lovemaking that it had blown his mind. The way she looked at him with those drowsy green eyes so full of passion and heat had sent his need for her into the stratosphere. Just thinking of it now was making things uncomfortable. He reached for her upper arm and stopped. “What’s wrong? Do you regret last night?”
Brooke gave him that long suffering look that all executive and personal assistants eventually perfected. “Nothing is wrong and no I don’t regret last night. It was incredible.” Her expression and words didn’t match up, she knew, but it didn’t matter. Today Brooke had to worry about Brooke.
“So why won’t you talk to me?”
“I just did. Twice. What else do you want me to say?”
Huh? “I don’t want you to say anything if you don’t want to. But I’d like to know what’s going through your mind. I thought last night was fucking amazing. I’ve never come so hard or had such an intense experience. And you. Shit Brooke you were like a goddess come to life under my hands, my mouth. My cock. It was the best damn time I ever had in bed and I’d like, very much, to repeat it as often as possible.”
Well shit. What was she supposed to say to that? “Oh.” Real smooth, Brooke. Really.
“That’s all you have to say, Brooke? ‘Oh’?” His hands did a few sweeps of his already mussed hair. “Jeez woman,” he growled deep in his throat, yanking her body flush against his and took her mouth against his own. The kiss was quick and fiery and a little rough, but damn it was hot. He knew she couldn’t fight chemistry and he smiled against her lips when her arms snaked around his neck. The kiss was savage, teeth mashing together, tongues battling for dominion over the kiss, mouths melting into one indistinguishable unit.
Brooke pulled back, panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal. When Chase moved to recapture her lips she held her hands up to stop him. “No Chase. We can’t.”
“We already did.”
Damn that smile with those dimples and twinkling eyes, looking greyer against the burning sun. “Yes we’ve established that. But,” she shivered when his teeth grazed her earlobe.