Naughty Rendezvous by Lexie Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

don't have to babysit you anymore and you can go ahead with your plans for suicide. My rent's covered."
    "Smart ass,” was his only reply and it made her laugh.
    She couldn't help it. She liked her boss. Chase cared more for the people around him than she'd seen out of any other man she'd ever known.
    "Look, Chase. I'm just sitting here in case you need a friend.” She reached out to cover his hand with her own.
    He scoffed, grabbing the shot of vodka from the bar and gulped it back with one toss. “I don't need a friend. I need a fuck.” His eyes met hers, no longer glossy with tears, but simmering with drunken desire. “You gonna offer me that?"
    He stood from his seat, and threw a few bills on the bar before stomping out of Mac's Bar. The look on Grace's face told him his request was denied. He just propositioned his assistant for a dirty, pity fuck. He couldn't blame her if she said no.
    The damn woman came into a bar dressed in a short black skirt and halter, making every man inside look twice. Her sweet breasts thrust themselves out, almost in offering to him, and his fingers itched to feel them. His mouth watered to taste them. He fisted his hands in an effort to take control of his urges.
    He wasn't near drunk enough yet, but the woman drove him absolutely insane. Earlier today, she dropped a file of important papers and bent over, showing her ass to him, to retrieve them. And damn what an ass she had. He spent the two minutes it took her to sort through the documents fantasising about it, picturing her bent over giving him full rein to do whatever the hell he wanted.
    His cock rose for the occasion, just as it did now.
    Her sweet, fruity perfume permeated the stale air around them, making her even more desirable. He licked his lips, anticipating her taste on his tongue. The sweet flavour between her legs would be more intoxicating than the five bottles of vodka Mac had behind the bar.
    Grace followed him to his car, stepping carefully on the uneven gravel in her heels. “Would you wait just one minute?"
    "Why? Is your answer yes?"
    "No.” She squared her shoulders, and then looked down licking her lips. She wanted him too. He was sure of it. “I don't think a relationship between us while working together is appropriate."
    "Right. I'm not asking you to marry me, sweetheart. I'm just asking you to bend over so I can fuck you.” He stood only a foot away from her, noticing her breaths coming in shallow pants.
    "It's unprofessional.” She met his eyes. To him, her words meant nothing. She couldn't care less about anything and for that, he advanced on her.
    He curled his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She gasped startled, when he covered her mouth with his. God, she tasted better in reality, and his fantasies had been very generous. The wine lingered on her tongue, drawing the last clear-thinking brain cell he had out of commission.
    It took some coaxing, but Grace finally conceded, stroking her tongue along his. At this point, he was too far gone to quit. This woman was here, hot and in the flesh. He'd be damned to let her go.
    He moved his mouth down to her neck as he slid his palms beneath her skimpy halter, seeking and feeling the silky-smooth skin of her stomach. He didn't care about proper antics at the moment. All he cared for was Grace's hot, willing body permitting him to fuck her any way he pleased.
    "It's going to be hard and fast, Gracie. I can't hold on much longer.” He found her breast, palming and squeezing while her hands went to his waist, sliding beneath his shirt.
    "Yes,” was her breathless reply—the only reply he needed.
    Manoeuvring them to the side of the car, completely shaded in darkness, Chase pushed Grace's skirt to her hips, groaning when he slid his hand underneath and felt no underwear. She'd been teasing him all day in this sexy little getup and knowing for a fact she wore no panties underneath nearly made him come inside his pants.
    With quick movements, his