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his thigh.
    He winces, hissing through his teeth. “God, I can’t wait to get you into my bed. He punctuates his words by sealing his mouth over the skin of my neck. I’m sure he’ll leave marks. I almost hope he does. That thought is a first for me. I’ve had a man leave too many marks. Never have I wanted them to be there.
    Chase picks up the pace of grinding me into sexual oblivion. His cock perfectly presses against my clit. All thoughts of the past are gone. I’m plowed right back into a haze of need. The pleasure almost reaches the apex, a few more strokes and I’ll fly...
    A brisk knock on the door behind me startles us both. We both jump away from one another and scramble to readjust our clothes like two teenagers caught by the adults.
    “Just a moment!” Chase says to the closed door.
    My heart races as I smooth my skirt with shaky hands. Our breathing comes in tight bursts. I’m trembling, and the knowledge of what was about to take place is like an ice pick to my chest. The Chairman of the Board was dry humping me against a door. Shit!
    Chase’s eyes scan me, ensuring my clothes are intact while smoothing his suit coat and tie. He grips both the lapels of his jacket, shaking it in place before buttoning the jacket over a very impressive erection. I cringe as he covers his need for me. He catches me sizing up his package and shoots me an impish grin, then finger combs his hair into that sex tussled look, which this time is actually from a sex act. Chase reaches out and glides his fingertips down the side of my face. He clasps my chin, then tips it up. He pets the cheek bone, then pulls me into a simple, reaffirming kiss.
    “Tonight. I will have you,” he promises, then opens the door. His cell phone rings, bringing me out of the sex induced coma. With a flick of the wrist, his phone is to his ear as he barks into it, exiting. He takes one look back and shoots me a saucy wink that I can feel from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.
    I wait a respectable amount of time until I can’t hear any voices outside. If I was honest, I’m really waiting to make sure I can walk without having to hold myself up using the wall like a drunken college student on frat night. I’d be mortified if anyone caught me coming out of a dark room with Chase. I could only imagine what they’d think. Probably assume I’m sleeping my way to the top or something equaling demoralizing.
    Venturing out, I see that Jack is waiting for me. He has my laptop and purse. He hands me my cell phone. “Mr. Davis asked me to wait for you to ensure you got your things. He also said to give you his personal cell phone number and asked that you text him that you still plan to meet him. I’ve added it to your contacts. Do not share it with anyone,” he warns.
    “Thanks,” I say to his retreating form. The man is so on edge. I wonder who pissed in his Cheerios today.
    How odd. Chase had his driver, bodyguard, whatever he is, wait for me and ensure that I text him about a meeting that’s less than three hours away. Looks like Mr. Chairman of the Board has a few insecurities of his own. The thought makes me feel a little better, but not by much.
    I open my contacts and find him. Of course the mob boss entered Chase’s information in perfect text, appropriate capitalization on the C and D. He added his cell, business, and home numbers. He also provided his email. I guess that leaves no possible reason for me not to reach him in one format or another.
    I pull together a quick text.
     
    To: Chase Davis
    From: Gillian Callahan
    Your linebacker expressed your wishes. I’ll meet you.
     
    Immediately I receive a reply.
    To: Gillian Callahan
    From: Chase Davis                                                
    I’ll be waiting.
    The thought of what will likely take place tonight makes my stomach feel tight and fluttery. Anxiety swirls and festers, pricking my skin as if I was getting