Page 87 of Chase
I raised myself slightly as she turned between my thighs. My palms migrated to her neck, connecting with her skin again. As I looked at her, she stared straight back with wide eyes, never taking her focus off me as I massaged her body. When I reached her breasts, I twisted each nipple simultaneously, and she moaned mesmerizingly on command. It was the most delicious sound of a woman wanting her man, and fuck, I needed every part of her. I needed to be inside her.
Once done with the massage, we slipped beneath the sheets together. “Make love to me,” she whispered again, almost inaudibly. “I need to know you want me.” I’d risen up on my elbow, turning to face her. My hand splayed across her stomach.
“Want you? I’d fucking die for you.”
“Then show me.” She opened her legs, and my fingers trailed between them. I played with her piercing, the tip of one finger circled her clit the way I knew she loved. When I pushed the whole thing inside, slick walls wrapped around it, ready for me to slide my cock home. “Push my body,” she challenged. “Fill me like you never have before.” I pressed my lips to hers. We kissed, then her hands moved to my hair, pulling the strands in her fingers.
“What do you want?” I asked her, and she raised her knees.
“As many fingers as you can fit. Don’t be scared,” she cooed when I gaped at her momentarily. “Two more. Be a good boy, and open me up for that cock of yours.” I slid two more fingers inside her, and her pussy encased all three easily. I pumped, and she raised her eyebrow. “Are you brave enough to add another?” she asked.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I can take it.” I inserted my smallest finger, and her body arched off the bed. She groaned with pleasure, and her body rewarded me with sweet juice over my fingers. I withdrew my hand and licked each one clean, then pulled the covers from her body. She looked fucking edible, legs wide and pussy swollen, ready for taking.
I slid on top of her, lining up at her entrance and pushing forward. Wet walls clamped onto my cock, and I didn’t hesitate in driving her into the mattress hard. My hips moved fast, wanting to put my own claim on the woman in my arms—show her like she wanted me to.
Her tits bobbed beautifully as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I rode her hard and fast, with one hand on either side of her head. My eyes trawled over every part I could see.
“Open your fucking eyes,” I growled as I came close to my peak. “Open them, and watch me take what will always be mine.”
“And what is that?” she goaded, and I slammed again.
“You. You have always been mine. You’re my girl.”
The sound of a door slamming closed surprises me, and my eyes fly open again, but all that I am looking at is darkness as before. I chastise myself once again for my stupidity in ending up here.
On my walk from the office earlier, I had turned down by the river, a familiar route I’d taken hundreds of times before. Ahead, a group of three men in suits stood in a circle. They looked like every other businessman who works in the financial district. The material was perfectly pressed, their shoes shined, and each held a leather briefcase in one hand. As I strolled past them, the man closest turned to catch my eye.
“Excuse me, mate,” he said. The phrase was surprising and not the normal greeting I would expect from a professional in the city. “You don’t happen to know where the Saltire building is?” I stopped, facing him, and he smiled.
“We have a meeting in ten minutes,” another man from the opposite side of the group said, causing me to turn and stand in the gathering with them. “And this fuckwit…” He gestured to the younger man next to him, who looked uncomfortable to be there. “Never brought the address.”
“It’s the other side of the river,” I told him. “You can catch a water taxi over there.” I gestured to the passenger boats sitting at the small dock a matter of meters away. “You’ll need to be quick if you want to make it within ten minutes.”
The man who initially stopped me shrugged. He looked to be in his mid-forties, tall with graying black hair and sharp features. “Our boss is happy to wait for a positive outcome, Mr. Chase,” he said as the sensation of cool metal touched my skin beneath my suit jacket and through my shirt. “Connor, isn’t it?”
“Who’s asking?”
“No one. I’m only the messenger and wanted to ensure I collected the correct package.” His eyes flicked to a dark SUV sitting at the curb, someone already in the driver's seat. “This is what’s going to happen. You will come with us for a short ride. Walk calmly to that car and get in the rear. No arguments.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll put a bullet in you right here and drag you,” he said menacingly. I had no doubt he would by his tone. “You’re not a stupid man. You know you’re outnumbered. Our boss merely wants to discuss some business with you. Shall we go?”
I stepped toward the car in answer. He walked at my side while the others followed behind. I could sense the tension as we made our way over the pavement. My captor opened the rear passenger door, and I climbed in.
“My girlfriend is expecting me. She’ll sound the alarm when I don’t return.”
“Oh yes, the little blonde you share with your brother,” he mutters. “Peculiar situation. A real man would never share a bit of skirt.”
“It works for us,” I replied blandly, not rising to the bait.
“Pass me your phone. Both of them.” He held out his hand, waiting for me to drop them into his palm. His knowledge was disconcerting; I took my personal phone from my pocket, then collected the emergency phone from its hiding place in my suit jacket.
He turned to his younger accomplice. “Take these,” he said. “And place them together somewhere believable. No doubt both can be tracked, so go to a bar or something. I believe our friend here lost a big case today. Him drowning his sorrows won't be a surprise.”
“Yes, sir,” he responded before scurrying off back toward the bustling area of Canary Wharf.