Chance on Love (18 page)

Stephanie started to refuse, but stopped when she looked at Chance. Would playing with his dog make him...happier? Unwilling to examine why the problem was nagging at her, she bent down carefully in her snug dress and picked up the toy. “Go get it!” She chucked the toy across the room, and it landed on the couch. Chewy bounded up to snatch it, and he began shaking it furiously in his mouth.

Laughing, Stephanie glanced at Chance. Smiling, he’d turned back to look at the sight of his dog playing. She took a deep breath and forged ahead, knowing she wouldn’t rest otherwise. “Are you okay?”

Slowly, he faced her again. “Yeah, why?”

She shrugged. “You’ve been kind of quiet since we got here—to California, I mean, not
here
.”

“I’m all right, Love,” he said, giving her a weak smile that failed to reach those incredible eyes.

Stephanie wrinkled her brow. Okay, something was definitely wrong. She’d agreed to a truce so maybe it was acceptable to prod him into telling her what was on his mind. If two people were being civil to one another, then that was allowed, right? And since they didn’t have an audience, she could revert back to her true, pushy self. “Enough bullshit, Valentine. Spill it.”

He sighed. “There’s nothing to spill. I’m going to get a blanket and hit the couch. Goodnight.” He turned to go and she grabbed his hand. He turned back slowly to face her.

“Chance...” She couldn’t stand this aloofness. It wasn’t him and why she cared that it wasn’t, she didn’t know.

Not true, Stephanie. Face it.
She wanted
him
—the old Chance, the real one...her Chance. She frowned.

My Chance?
Before she could follow that uncomfortable thought to its conclusion, he pulled her to his chest.

Bending down, he placed his forehead against hers. His voice was low and husky as he asked, “Since when do you care about how I’m doing?” There was a faint scent of champagne on his breath as it gently warmed her skin. God, she wanted to kiss him.

She turned her face up to his and their noses brushed again and again as she slowly shook her head. “I don’t,” she said breathlessly. “Just making...conversation.” She brought her hands up to roam over his chest, his shoulders.

Chance lowered his head to her neck. “Liar.” He licked the soft flesh before gently, but firmly, biting it.

Stephanie moaned as she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him to her. She was wet, ready for him. Every inch of her skin cried out for his touch. His hands slid around her body to unzip her dress. Stepping back from him, she kept her eyes on his face as she tugged the dress down. She stepped out of it, kicking it lightly out of her way.

He took a deep breath, his eyes touching every part of her he could see. “You are so fucking beautiful, Love.”

Her heart swelled. She gulped down the lump that had instantly formed in her throat. She couldn’t acknowledge the effect his words had on her, how they made her want to make
love
to him. There was no room for love. And so instead of thanking him, she simply asked, “What do we do now?”

His gaze snapped up to hers and he peered into her eyes for a few moments. “Now,” he said as a slow, devilish grin spread across his lips, “you see the bedroom.”

****

Chance hadn’t planned to sleep with her. He really hadn’t. The idea felt too immoral, too twisted to entertain now that he was considering ruining her life by firing her. What had started as fun and games had become all too real.

Having sex with a sexy pain in the ass when you planned to break her heart was one thing—having sex with a beautiful, strong,
good
woman when you planned to destroy her entire life was another.

Love would bounce back from heartbreak, without a doubt. Her career, however, was all she seemed to have, other than her friendship with Amber and an apparently rocky family situation. To have sex with her knowing all of that was beyond wrong, which was exactly why he’d made a vow to keep his hands, and every other part of his body, off her.

The damned brat had to go and be sweet for once. With no one around to impress, he’d been touched by her concern for him. Had it been genuine or was she still playing him? His head said one thing, his heart another. In the end, his body spoke the loudest. When he’d turned to leave the kitchen and she had grabbed his hand, the simple touch proved to be his downfall.

His cock had stirred to life and he couldn’t help pulling her body to his. Looking at her standing there in a strapless, black, lacy push-up bra and matching panties, she’d been a pure work of art.

He had the sudden desire to make love to her and it scared the hell out of him. He’d fucked plenty of times; he’d never made love. He’d never even thought about it. And he was determined not to think about it now as he carried her to the bedroom and flicked on the lamp.

The king-size bed was enormous, and he planned to make use of every inch of it with her tonight. He laid her down and began removing his own clothes, all the while staring at her.
Beautiful.

Love tossed her bra on the floor. Her nipples, already hard, made his mouth water. He couldn’t wait to taste them. She brought her hands up to knead her breasts as she lay there. Then she slid one hand down to stroke her pussy through her panties.

“Chance,” she said on a sigh, her eyes closing. That, along with the soft moan that came directly after, urged him to rid himself of the rest of his clothing in a hurry.

His entire body seemed to throb as he stood there, naked, watching her rub that sweet pussy of hers. Wrapping his hand around his dick, he stroked it while she lifted her hips and peeled her panties off.

She tossed them next to the bra before propping herself up on her elbows to watch him. She spread her legs wide and began caressing herself again. Her eyes focused on his cock as she started moving her hips against her hand. “Fuck me.”

Wearing nothing but high heels and diamonds, she was an incredible sight. Chance groaned as he stroked his dick faster. “I want to taste you.” His voice sounded foreign to his ears. This woman’s body was getting to be more than a desire—it was becoming a necessity.

Licking her lips, she continued to watch him jack off. “And I want to taste
you.
”

“Then we’ll do both.” Chance gave her a slow, wicked smile. “At once.”

“Whatever you say, sir,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.

“I like the sound of that, Love.”

“Don’t get too used to it.” Smiling, she slipped two fingers into her pussy and gyrated her hips against it. “Now get over here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, lying down next to her.

Her eyes brightened. “Now
I
could get used to—”

Chance chuckled. “No way.”

She sat up and tilted her head as she looked down at him. “Bastard.”

“You love it,” he said in a thick, gruff voice—almost a growl.

She rubbed her pussy faster. “I do,” she said softly.

“Love,” he said as he reached up to run his hand over her breasts.

She covered his hand with one of hers. “Mm?”

Chance tapped his lips with his other hand. “Have a seat.”

Chapter 22

“Don’t mind if I do,” Stephanie said with a smile. Facing the foot of the bed, she carefully placed one leg on the other side of Chance’s head. As soon as she eased herself down on his mouth, she closed her eyes and moaned. She started to grind against his face, slowly at first, but gradually increasing speed. His tongue lapped and licked at her, driving her out of her mind.

Swirling his tongue over and around her clit, Chance slid his hands up to her breasts. His fingers rasped her nipples before giving them a light squeeze. He moaned, and she felt the sound rather than heard it. Softly, he sucked on each of her lips before delving his tongue between them to get to the aching, slick center.

Gasping, Stephanie covered his hands with her own as she moved her hips in circles. “Oh God...” She ran one hand down her body to rub her clit, bracing herself on the bed with the other as she leaned down. Chance sucked in a sharp breath when she ran her tongue over the glistening tip of his cock.

She began to suck the head gently while she quickened the tempo of her gyrating hips. She rubbed her clit harder as she slid her mouth down over his shaft. Once again, the taste of him was too much to bear, and the plan to prolong his delicious suffering evaporated.

Instead of a maddeningly slow, oral tease, soon she was sucking him off as fast as she could. She stopped rubbing her clit to brace herself on the bed with both hands.

Chance pulled back long enough to groan and say, “
Goddamn
it, Love. Fuck yes. Don’t stop.” He groaned and cursed again. “Just like that, baby.”

Stephanie continued driving her mouth down over him even as he went back to running his tongue over her dripping wet slit. She gasped when he licked at her clit, the sound muffled by his cock. She ground her pussy against his mouth, his tongue, and closed her eyes. Pulling her head back, she sucked in rapid breaths. “Yes, God, yes. Oh shit, Chance, don’t stop.”

Always having to do the opposite of whatever she wanted—or at least it seemed—Chance did just that. She almost cried out in protest when he pulled his face away. “Valentine, you asshole,” she said, snapping her head around to look back, “I said
don’t
stop.”

His chest heaved beneath her and he groaned. “Fuck, I’m about to come, woman.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And I’d like to as well.” She lowered herself onto his mouth.

He flipped her over and she landed on her back. “Damn it,” he said roughly, kneeling between her thighs. “The point is, I don’t
want
to come yet.”

Stephanie frowned as she stared up at him. “Why not?”

“Your mouth is amazing, Love.” Smiling, he stroked her, his fingers sliding back and forth between the wet folds. “But there’s something else I want right now.” He reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand before sitting with his back against the headboard. He tore open the package and threw it aside before rolling the condom on. “You want to fuck me?”

Stephanie dragged her bottom lip through her teeth. “Yes,” she whispered, straddling him. Chance brought his mouth to her breast and sucked it gently as he kneaded the other in his large hand. She eased herself down on him, gasping as he slid into her.

He flicked his tongue against her nipple as he moved his hands to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

Stephanie began in a slow tempo. He filled her perfectly, hitting every wanting, sensitive spot within her. He circled his tongue around her nipple. “Chance, yes,” she panted as he started moving her ass up and down to assist her motions.

Lifting his head from her breast, he stared up at her. “Love...” He groaned as her pace quickened even more.

She bent down to place her forehead against his. Knowing it was against the rules, she wanted so badly to kiss him in that moment. Their breaths mingled as he tilted his head back even more. Their parted lips touched.

His cock filled her pussy completely when she slid down on it and stayed there. She grabbed his face, holding it captive so she could look him in the eye. Slowly, she began to rotate her hips.

“Ah, shit,” Chance said before moaning. The sound, the words were right against her lips.

“Mm,” she said breathlessly, brushing her open mouth against his repeatedly, “I want you.”

He covered her breast with one hand and buried the other in her hair as he pulled her face toward him even closer. “You have me, Love.”

Their mouths continued to play with one another, slowly. With languid, light brushes, Stephanie brought herself to the brink of breaking the very rule she’d set in place. She began to ride his dick again, faster and harder this time.

Her dripping wet pussy began to pulse around him. She drove herself down harder and harder. They tensed at the same time.

“Fuck,” he yelled. He bucked against her as he grunted, the sound erotic to her ears.

A weight of pure bliss rocketed down on her and she cried out. Her body shuddered in response, and she fell forward against him. Instead of focusing on trying to catch her breath, only one thing was on her mind.

She still wanted to kiss him.

****

Chance couldn’t even keep track of how many sex acts they’d managed to cram within a two-hour span, but it was an impressive number. And they’d only stopped due to pure exhaustion. Well, that was part of
his
reason. Really, it was becoming too difficult to keep from tonguing the hell out of that sweet mouth of hers.

The first time they’d come close to breaking her rule should have been enough. There she’d been, straddling him, fucking him with skill no other woman had ever possessed and instead of concentrating on how perfect it felt physically, he’d been thinking about how right it had been in every way.

The start of the downfall of Playboy Extraordinaire, Chance Valentine...news at eleven.

Finally they’d parted after pleasuring each other senseless. And after their little marathon, they’d eased to opposite sides of his huge bed. There was definitely space between them now, literally
and
figuratively.

Chance glanced over at her. She’d woken up after dozing for a short time and now she was entranced by one of those blasted black and white movies she loved so much.

Lying on her side, facing him, she was propped up on one elbow. With her cheek resting against her open hand, and nothing but a sheet draped over her gorgeous form, she was beautiful. Tousled hair, flushed cheeks and a diamond necklace only completed the look.

Her breathing was deep and even as she watched the film on the large flat screen mounted on the opposite wall.

She watched the movie—Chance watched her. He loved how animated she was even while totally silent. Her eyes widened during certain parts of the film; her brow wrinkled at some parts. He found himself smiling when
she
did. And when she laughed...

He reveled in the sound. Love didn’t do nearly enough of it. He couldn’t help but wonder why. He knew Clayton the Third had done her wrong, but he highly doubted the man meant enough to her to affect her whole personality and outlook.