What He Bargains (What He Wants, Book Nineteen) (81 page)

“Not yet,” he growled, but she sensed his resolve weakening.

“Don’t you want to fuck me all the way?” she asked, and then she lay on her back on the table, just lifting her head enough to meet his gaze.

“You’re crazy,” he said, but his eyes were lit up now with his own excitement.

“All the way inside me,” she sighed. “And I’m so wet for you.”

Chase seemed to consider her words just for a brief moment, and then he grabbed her hips firmly with his powerful hands, locking onto her, clamping down, and he swiveled his hips once, and it was so strong a maneuver that his cock slid right inside.

She felt split open, and there was a lot of pain for just a second, but she didn’t cry out. No. She couldn’t show that it had hurt, because she’d begged for it, asked for it, and she wanted it.

Now he was in all the way, and the pain receded, and was replaced by the most intense, fulfilling pleasure of her life.

“Damn baby, I’m deep inside you.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it either.

“Please fuck me, please,” she gasped. “I need it.”

“You do need it,” he agreed, swiveling his hips again, but more slowly this time. His hands were now free to roam, sliding up her hips and stomach and to her breasts, where he squeezed her nipples.

Meanwhile, their bodies became more and more lubricated, and Chase started sliding out a bit, slowly at first but then working up to a faster pace.

He was pumping his powerful hips into her, and each time the legs of the table squeaked against the hardwood floor. The table was actually moving with the force of it.

And each time he thrust, Faith felt a jolt of tremendous sensitivity that was like a rush, a high she’d never had before. Her belly was full of butterflies, her heart was beating so fast, and she was wet, and now she was coming again too.

Her body cascaded in a series of moans that came unbidden from her lips.

“Shit, that’s wet,” he drawled, concentrating deeply as Faith’s body was wracked with another climax.

“Oh my God,” she yelled.

“I’m gonna come too,” he said, and then he was on top of her, his body weight collapsing down, but he stopped himself from landing too heavily on her, his biceps shuddering and flexing as he caught himself.

With a few powerful thrusts his eyes closed and then he pulled out and his semen spurted all over her stomach and chest, in a few gushes, and it was hot and sticky and amazing.

She loved the way it felt. She wished she’d known enough to take him into her mouth and taste it all.

Chase grabbed hold of his cock and shook it, and small drops of his cum splattered the floor. “Damn,” he said, shuddering. “Holy crap.” He blinked a few times and then backed away from her. “Let me get you a…something to clean up with.”

He walked away and into the kitchen, as Faith sat up on the table, feeling like she was only just coming out of a fog. Or like she’d just done an illegal drug and the high was wearing off now.

What am I doing here? How did I end up like this?

She looked down at her body and saw sweat, red marks, and splotches of Chase’s seed dripping down her breasts and stomach.

Faith was certain that she should feel disgusted with herself in this moment, but instead, she was shocked to find that wasn’t the case.

Then what do I feel?

Instantly, she knew.

Turned on. I still want him. I want him right now, again.

He emerged with a small dishcloth and a little grin playing on his face. “Uh…this was the best I could do on short notice.” He handed it to her and she used it to wipe off most of the offending fluids from her torso.

“Would you mind if I took, like, a super quick shower?”

“No, I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “C’mere, I’ll even show you where it is.”

“What a gentleman,” Faith said, rolling her eyes as he led her down the hallway to what must have been a guest bathroom. It was small, but there was a shower and it would do just fine.

“I’ll be out in like five minutes,” she said. “I promise.”

“Take your time,” Chase assured her. “I’ll actually jump in the shower upstairs and then meet you down here when I’m done. ”

“Thanks.”

“There’s towels and stuff in there,” he said. “My agent made sure the place is all good to do.”

Faith had to laugh. His agent had made sure the bathroom had towels and toiletries. Well, why not?

Chase Winters was a star. Chase Winters got whatever he wanted.

And as it turned out, whatever Chase wanted had now come to include her.

He wanted me and he got me. The question is if he’ll want me anymore, now that he’s had me.

F
aith didn’t take long
in the shower. Already her mind was racing, running through scenarios, probabilities, and none of them were good.

All she could think about, when she closed her eyes, was him.

The feel of his skin.

The taste of his mouth.

The feel of his body, his power, his cock inside of her.

Even as she showered, she was getting excited again, her nipples hardening, her pussy beginning to ache with need.

If Chase Winters was a drug, she was hooked. One time and she was already addicted.

Minutes later, she got out of the shower, toweled off and dressed. When she came back out of the bathroom, Chase was waiting for her in the living area, wearing track pants and a tank top.

She stopped dead in her tracks at how unbelievably hot he was.

He was still stunning, even more stunning now that she’d been intimate with him.

“What’s wrong with you?” he laughed, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing. I just…I thought I forgot something,” she lied.

“Leave the stove burner on at home?” Chase goofed.

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes again.

“Oh, well, maybe you forgot this, then.” He held out his hand toward her and revealed a gleaming cell phone.

“What’s that?”

“That’s your damn phone, girl.” He laughed, like he couldn’t believe how crazy she really was.

“That’s not my phone,” she replied, walking slowly forward.

“It is now. Catch.” He flipped it towards her with an easy snap of his wrist, and it flew through the air, end over end.

Faith caught it, but just barely. “Hey!” she said. “I almost dropped that!”

“Nice hands,” Chase replied, winking.

She couldn’t be bothered to tell him how irresponsible it was to throw an expensive new phone like that. She was too busy examining it, turning it over in her hands. “This is seriously my phone now? What do I do to get it turned on?”

“You, uh, turn it on.” Chase came over and hit the button on the center of the cell phone and the screen lit up.

“Oh. Now I feel dumb.”

When the screen powered up, Faith pulled up the contacts list and it was totally populated already. “Wait a second,” she said. “How did all of my stuff get transferred over already?”

Chase shrugged, turned away from her. “Not my area of expertise, baby. Something to do with the cloud or some shit. Point is, you’re good to go now.”

Faith was still staring incredulously at the brand new state-of-the-art phone that he’d just given her.

Chase Winters just gave me a phone.

Or is it payment for services rendered?
She wondered, an uneasy feeling rippling through her belly.

“I don’t know if I can accept this, Chase,” she said, realizing she hadn’t used his name much, if ever, until now.

Chase had grabbed a football from somewhere and was tossing it straight up in the air and then catching it again, palming it in one hand, doing things that made it look like an extension of his body. “You can,” he said. “You already did.”

“Well, I might need to give it back.”

“That’s just dumb.”

She frowned. “Don’t call me dumb.”

“Then don’t say ridiculous shit to me, girl.”

I can’t believe it. He’s trying to pay me for sex. This phone is just his way of saying thanks for a good time and have a nice life.

“I’m not some dumb girl,” she said, her voice rising as she glared at him.

Chase was about to toss the football up in the air again, but he stopped in mid-motion and looked at her. Those dark eyes of his had grown hard and flat now.

“I never said you were a dumb girl,” he told her. His jaw shifted side to side as he regarded her coldly. “And now I think you should go.”

“Fine.” She wanted to cry or yell or scream.

But mostly, she just wanted him to fuck her again. And that was the worst part of all, she realized as she walked past him.

“The limo’s out front,” he said, as if he’d known in advance that this was the direction things would take. Perhaps he’d read her the same way he read defenses, knowing player tendencies, anticipating where people would go before they knew it themselves.

“Lovely,” she retorted, her voice shaking with rage and humiliation. “Thanks for a great night, Chase,” she called out sarcastically, as she opened the front door, seeing him still standing there out of the corner of her eye.

He was holding the football in one hand, and as she began to exit, she saw him toss it lightly up and catch it again, just another catch of millions.

And then she was outside, and alone, and the limo was waiting to take her home.

I
t was shameful
, but she cried all the way back.

If the driver thought it strange, he didn’t show it.

Probably, Faith thought, this was just the norm with Chase Winters and perhaps other powerful men this driver had worked for. They had plenty of women back to their homes and then wanted to get rid of them when the deed was done.

The driver had to deal with the crying and hysterics so the men didn’t have to.

By the time they pulled up to her apartment complex, she was calming down, although her eyes were swollen and her nose raw from rubbing at it.

Faith thanked the driver, apologized for crying, and then got out and went inside.

She tried to go to bed and fall asleep, but Faith found herself wide awake as the minutes ticked by. All she could seem to do was think about the events of that night.

The sex had been so hot, so powerful and intoxicating, but the aftermath had been a complete letdown.

As she replayed the part where Chase had given her the new phone, though, Faith started to feel confused about her reaction. Had he truly intended it to be a gift or a payoff for sex or what?

Maybe that sort of thing was just standard for professional athletes. That’s how they handled their girls and she’d screwed up by calling him on it.

Faith didn’t know, but she was starting to regret her post-sex freak-out.

She didn’t want to lose Chase over that, not if there had been any chance that he would want to see her again.

For hours, she lied in bed and debated texting him an apology. And of course she continuously checked her new phone, praying that he might text her something first to alleviate the problem.

But he never did and she never did either.

Eventually, she simply passed out.

And when she woke up, she didn’t feel any relief. The first thing Faith did was check her brand new phone and see no new calls or text messages. The entire morning, all she did was check her phone and wonder if she’d ever get another chance with Chase Winters.

All day long, she was caught up in her memories of the previous night—the intensity of the experience, all of the things they’d said and done to one another. It made her excited, charged up, but then she would get depressed because there was no way to know if it would ever happen again.

At about one o’clock, Greg stopped by her cubicle and checked on her progress. When he saw the stack of case report forms she’d scanned, the corners of his mouth turned down. “What the hell is this?” he said, putting his hands on his hips.

She turned in her chair to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“You know damn well what’s wrong, Faith.” He pointed to the stack of scanned files. “This isn’t on pace, not even close to it. We’ve got a contract to fulfill here.”

“I’m sorry—“

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. You’ve been slacking big time lately and don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

She sighed. “I’ll go faster, Greg. I promise. I just haven’t been feeling well.”

“Then go to a walk-in clinic and get your blood taken and see what’s wrong. Otherwise, I don’t want to hear anymore excuses. Get your shit together.” He spun on his heel and left the cubicle.

Faith stared up at the ceiling, wondering if her day could get any worse. She’d screwed things up with Chase Winters and now she’d screwed things up at work.

Greg already hated her and he was always looking for something to yell at her about. Why was she giving him ammunition?

The problem was obvious, as she tried to work faster to make up for her slow pace earlier in the day.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Chase.

She couldn’t stop the daydreams, the fantasies, thoughts of his hands on her legs, his lips on her pussy, his tongue sliding into her, and that large, throbbing cock of his, as it penetrated her so deep, the orgasm…

Faith shook her head, staring at the scanner. The pages had started to go through and she hadn’t been watching—again—and she’d missed a staple. As a result, the pages had gone through all at once and started ripping and getting caught in the machine.

“Shit,” she muttered, opening the scanner and pulling one of the caught pages out. She looked at it and saw that it was wrinkled and torn and nearly unreadable.

Taking a deep breath and composing herself, Faith shook off the nerves and worries and tried to put Chase Winters out of her mind. She had a job to do and she couldn’t throw everything away over a one-night-stand with a guy, no matter how big a stud he might be.

And she got back to work.

F
aith didn’t hear
from Chase the entire rest of the week. It became torture, in a sense, to even hold or look at her phone. The phone itself was a reminder of their night together, and the lack of any calls or texts from him made it that much more clear that he didn’t intend to ever see her again.