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that tongue," he quips.
    "So can I, but later!"  I call back, disappearing into the bathroom.
    True to my word, I'm ready in ten minutes and we're in his private car in twenty.
    "Nice neighborhood," I mutter as we pass mansion after mansion.  I can't imagine having a house like this and not wanting to spend all of my time in it.  Chase is quiet, staring out the window as we pull up to a broad Spanish style bungalow on what seems to be a very large property.  The car pulls around the circular driveway and up to two massive and ornate wooden double doors. 
    "Here we are."  Chase doesn't seem that excited, but I'm glad he decided to bring me.  Regardless of how much time he spends here, I'm interested to see what he calls home.
    With a plastic bag filled with the lunch we picked up on the way, Chase turns to me one more time.  "Now again, I don't spend a lot of time here so try not to judge me too harshly."  He turns to the door and presses a code into an electronic keypad.  Apparently rich people don't need keys anymore.  With a little electric whir I hear it unlock and Chase pushes the door open, ushering me inside.
    The house is spacious inside, with Spanish arches separating an open concept area that includes a well designed kitchen that flows into a family room.  Its furnished exceptionally well, but everything looks like it was purchased out of a catalog and barely ever used.  As we walk through, I'm surprised by the utter lack of personality.  "Where's all your stuff?"
    "What do you mean," he asks, looking around.  "There's  a couch, TV-"
    "No, you're stuff.  Pictures.  Knickknacks.  Personal belongings?"  I walk through a hallway and find the master bedroom.  It's just as barren as the rest of the house.  It has a big and gorgeous four poster bed in the middle of the room, some dressers and side tables, but nothing personal at all.
    "I dunno, I'm not really into material stuff.  Everything important to me is at the hotel.  I have a few boxes of other stuff in storage, but I never really felt the need to unpack any of it."  He shrugs, looking sheepish.  "Like I said, I don't really spend time here."
    "Then why do you have such a big place?"  I walk over to the window and look out across a well manicured and fenced in yard.  There's a huge pool, glistening in the midday sun with a waterfall cascading against rocks behind it.
    I hear him sigh and I turn back towards him.  Chase is looking sullenly at the floor.  I suddenly feel guilty for giving him a hard time about this place after he warned me.  I pushed him into bringing me, I shouldn't be so judgmental about it.  "I'm sorry," I say, approaching him.  "It's a beautiful place.  I guess I just come from a different world.  I can't imagine having this much space and not wanting to fill it up with my stuff and spend every minute here."
    Chase looks up at me, the blue of his eyes sparkling at me.  "I guess I wasn't expecting to have an empty house forever.  It's just depressing to have a big place all for one person.  At the hotel, I'm at least surrounded by other people."
    "I get it," I nod.  I sort of do.  I can see how living here alone would feel very empty.  Of course, I probably wouldn't have bought such a big place for myself in the first place, but then again, I don't have millions of dollars.
    "Let's go eat lunch," he said, pulling my hand as he tries to guide me out of the bedroom.  I pull back and he looks at me quizzically.
    "Hold on," I say with a grin.  "I believe I promised you the use of my tongue..."

CHAPTER TWELVE
     
     
    Chase doesn't last long, leaning against one of the posters of his bed while I kneel in front of him, pulling every inch of his hardness between my lips that I can fit.  I'm hungry for his cock, hungry for his hands gripping my hair and hungry for the sound of my name uttered repeatedly as he fills my mouth with his hot essence.   
    When he's done, we move to the kitchen and dive into the