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  When his mouth found her breast, she moaned his name as she rolled her hips, needing to move as he ran his tongue over her nipple. They should stop. At the very least, she should get off him so that they could do other things, but the problem was that it felt too good to stop. With every roll of her hips, she moved over him, pressing his cock more firmly between her legs so that it rubbed her where she needed him the most.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  Needing more, Sloane sat up as she continued rolling her hips, watching him while she moved. She watched the way that his eyes moved over her, running down her body with an appreciative look as he took in her breasts, only to groan when he saw the way that she was moving over his cock. His gaze lingered there for another moment before moving back up her body and when his gaze landed on her face, his expression softened as he reached up with one hand and cupped her face, his thumb gently caressing her cheek as he watched her.

  Her lips parted on a small moan when the next roll of her hips brought her over the tip of his cock. God, he felt so good, Sloane thought as she watched him, taking in the way that he watched her before moving her gaze over him, taking in the scar running down the side of his face, the way the scars on his chest and abdomen shifted as his muscles tightened with every roll of her hips. He was so handsome, she thought only to moan as she watched herself move over him.

  For several minutes, she was content to continue moving on him, watching the way that his cock disappeared when she rolled over the tip only to reappear, glistening in the moonlight from her arousal and somehow looking larger and harder than it had before. Licking her lips, she looked up to find Chase watching her, his jaw clenched as he struggled not to groan with every roll of her hips and found herself shifting forward so that the next time she rolled her hips back, he was pushing inside her.

  As she pushed back, she leaned down so that she could kiss him and couldn’t help but moan as he slowly filled her. He was larger than she was used to and so incredibly thick, but he felt so damn good inside her.

  “What are you doing?” Chase asked only to groan, “Oh, fuck,” when the large velvety tip pushed the rest of the way inside her.

  “Finding out just how good you feel inside me,” Sloane said, only to smile when Chase wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back.

  “And how do I feel?” Chase asked as he settled more comfortably between her legs.

  “So damn good,” she said on a moan as Chase rolled his hips, slowly sliding inside her.

  Groaning, Chase turned his head so that his mouth was near her ear and whispered, “No, that’s how you feel,” as he slowly pulled back so that she could feel the tip slide inside her before pushing back inside while she laid there, wrapping her arms around him as she closed her eyes, savoring every inch of him as he moved inside her.

  He felt incredible, Sloane thought as he completely filled her. She threaded her fingers through his hair and turned her head so that she could kiss him as he began to move. He took his time, paying attention to what she liked and whenever she moaned, he made sure to do it again.

  When she ran her hands down his scarred back and over his ass, he groaned only to move faster when she encouraged him to take her harder. When her breaths came faster, he rolled his hips and changed the way he thrust inside her, taking her in a slow cadence that teased her, keeping her on edge as he continued to kiss her, devouring her mouth slowly as she felt his cock slide back until the tip was teasing her only to slowly slide back inside her and had her screaming his name as he moaned hers.

  *-*-*-*

  “What are you doing?” Chase couldn’t help but wonder as the small woman curled up against him pointedly wiggled her ass.

  “Helping you,” Sloane mumbled sleepily even as she reached back and grabbed his hand so that she could place it between her legs and

  God, she was so fucking wet, Chase thought, kissing the back of her neck as he teased her clit while the little tease continued to grind her bottom against his cock, tormenting the poor appendage that had spent most of the night inside her. The woman was incredible and he couldn’t fucking seem to get enough of her.

  He’d never thought that he could want another woman, never thought that it would be this fucking good, never thought that he was the kind of guy that could enjoy sex without love, but god, he’d been fucking missing out. If anything, sex with Sloane was so much better than it had ever been with Amy. He didn’t have to worry about anything other than enjoying her body, something that he’d been more than fucking happy to do. She’d kept him up most of the night, moaning his name, and damn near made him lose his fucking mind every time she squeezed him dry.

  “How is this helping me?” Chase couldn’t help but ask as he ground his cock against her ass as he continued to tease her clit.

  “It’s the best way to start your morning,” Sloane said on a moan as she pushed her ass back against him in silent demand.

  “It definitely is,” he couldn’t help but murmur in agreement as he shifted back so that the next time that he pushed forward…

  He slid inside her.

  She felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock. She was so wet and so fucking tight, Chase thought, pressing another kiss against the back of her neck as he took her, quickening his pace as he slowly teased her clit, knowing just how quickly it would make her scream his name.

  He fucking loved when she screamed his name.

  It didn’t take long before he felt her tighten around his body and

  “Chase!”

  Had him groaning as he lost himself in her body. For several minutes, they laid there, trying to catch their breath before he reluctantly pulled free from her body and found his lips twitching when the woman that started this mumbled, “Sleepy,” as she snuggled back under the blankets and stole his pillow.

  Deciding to let her sleep, Chase kissed her shoulder before reaching over and dragging his wheelchair closer so that he could transition himself over. With one last look at the beautiful woman sleeping in his bed, he headed to the bathroom, unable to stop smiling as he grabbed a quick shower. When he was finished, he pulled on a clean pair of shorts and headed back into the bedroom, only to sigh when the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

  After sending one last look at the bed to make sure that Sloane was still asleep, he made his way down the long hallway to the front door and

  “I never liked Amy,” Melissa announced with a heavy sigh as she dropped a large paper bag from his favorite bakery on his lap and headed inside.

  “What are you doing here?” Chase asked, following her.

  “Came to check out the new house,” she murmured absently as she made her way down the hallway, checking out rooms as she went only to add, “Also, I hated your old house.”

  “Why are you telling me this now?” he couldn’t help but wonder as he followed her into the kitchen.

  “It was long overdue,” his sister said, shrugging it off as she made her way to the refrigerator and helped herself to the orange juice.

  “You don’t think this is something that you could have mentioned before I proposed to her?” Chase asked as he tossed the bag on the kitchen table and made his way to the cabinet so that he could grab two glasses.

  Melissa seemed to think that over before she shook her head with a thoughtfully mumbled, “No.”

  “And why’s that?” he asked, placing the glasses on the table.

  “Because you would have hated me,” she said with a shrug as she reached for a glass, making him frown as he said, “I could never hate you, Melissa.”

  Over the past year, he’d done his best to push her away, but he’d never hated her. He’d hated the fact that she had to see him like this. He didn’t want her to see a cripple when she looked at him and he…Christ, he didn’t want to be reminded of just how fucked up his life had become.

  With a thoughtful look, she poured a glass of juice and placed it in front of him as she said, “Then this is probably the be
st time to tell you that I slapped her.”

  “What?” Chase asked, frowning as he watched his sister nod.

  “Okay, so it was more like a punch, but she had it coming,” his sister said with a heartfelt sigh that had his lips twitching.

  “When was this exactly?” Chase asked, reaching for the bag.

  “Right after the doctor told us that you would probably have to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair and she decided to throw a fit letting everyone know that she couldn’t spend the rest of her life with a cripple,” Melissa said, shrugging it off as she stole the bag from him and helped herself to a large coffee roll.

  “What a bitch,” he said, shaking his head in disgust as he watched his sister grab a glass of juice off the table and head outside.

  “That’s what I thought,” she said, sitting down at the patio table that Sloane had talked the previous owners into leaving behind. Placing his glass carefully between his legs, he dropped the bag of baked goods on his lap and joined her.

  “She was a spoiled brat,” Melissa said conversationally as she looked around, taking in the large backyard.

  “I’m beginning to see that,” he said, wondering why he hadn’t been able to see it before.

  Probably because he didn’t want to see it, Chase thought as he watched his sister glance toward his room and

  Oh, shit…

  “You’re not firing her,” he said firmly, shifting his attention from Sloane sleeping soundly in his bed to glare at his sister.

  Lips twitching, Melissa said, “Can’t fire someone that already quit.”

  Chapter 28

  “You took a leave of absence,” came the softly murmured words that drew Sloane’s attention to find Chase transitioning himself to the built-in stone bench behind her.

  “I did,” she admitted, adjusting the showerhead so that the hot water reached him as she moved to stand between his legs. She’d been wondering how long it was going to be before he found out. To be honest, she was surprised that it had taken this long. She’d figured the agency would call his sister and double-check that they didn’t need anyone to take her place as soon as she put in her request.

  “And why would you do that?” Chase asked, reaching over and grabbed her favorite shampoo off the shelf and gestured for her to come closer. Leaning down, she gave him a quick kiss before she knelt down in front of him. He took his time running his fingers through her hair while she grabbed the body wash.

  “Does it matter?” Sloane asked as she ran her soapy hands over his chest and thighs.

  “Yes,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

  “I just needed a break,” Sloane said, shrugging it off as she ran her hands back up his thighs and over his stomach, simply enjoying the feel of running her hands over him.

  “Which explains why you stayed here and continued taking care of me,” Chase said dryly, gesturing for her to lean back so that he could rinse her hair.

  “It’s complicated,” she admitted as she tilted her head back.

  “It doesn’t have to be,” Chase murmured as he reached down and helped her to her feet.

  “I also wanted to stay to help you,” Sloane said, running her hands over his arms.

  “And you couldn’t do that while still collecting a paycheck?” he asked, sighing heavily as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her belly as he wrapped his arms around her.

  “No,” she said, gently pushing him back so that she could climb onto his lap, “I couldn’t.”

  Sighing heavily, Chase grabbed the body wash and squeezed some in his hand before placing it back down as he leaned back against the tiled wall. “How long?” he asked as he ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms.

  “Six months,” she said, absently tracing her fingertips over his chest and stomach.

  “So, four months left,” he murmured, sounding thoughtful as he ran his soapy hands down her breasts.

  “Then I go back to doing what I do and you start leading a productive life while doing your best to stop being an asshole,” Sloane said, nodding solemnly and making his lips twitch as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “You like it when I’m an asshole.”

  “I really don’t, though,” she assured him only to moan when she felt his hands cup her breasts.

  “Are you sure?” Chase asked with a teasing brush of his lips against hers as she felt his fingers slowly make their way down her stomach.

  “Mmmhmmm,” Sloane murmured as she reached down and wrapped her hand around him, tearing a groan from him only to gasp when she felt his hand slide between her legs and proceeded to remind her just how much she liked him.

  *-*-*-*

  “Shit!” Chase said, laying there trying to figure out what he should do.

  He’d never had a fuck buddy before and there was no doubt in his mind that was all Sloane was looking for, which was absolutely fucking perfect because he was done with everything else. Once upon a time, all he ever wanted was a family of his own, a wife that he fucking adored and children that he could spoil, but now that was the last goddamn thing that he wanted.

  The only thing that he wanted was what Sloane was giving him, a reprieve from his fucked-up life. He didn’t want to have to jump through fucking hoops or any of the bullshit that came from being in a relationship ever again. Sloane was leaving in less than four months and he planned on spending every fucking second enjoying that incredible body of hers.

  Speaking of which…

  “Ah, fuck it,” Chase said, deciding that he’d wasted enough time.

  After transitioning himself to his chair, he made his way to his patio door, wondering why he was so fucking nervous after last night. They’d fooled around in the shower this morning and made out every chance they got until her mother called. That’s when she’d headed to her room and he’d decided to call it a night, hoping that she’d join him when she was done.

  As Chase let himself in her room, he glanced over at the bed and was just able to make her out, thanks to the soft moonlight spilling into her room. She was curled up on her side with her back to him. What if she’d only been interested in making this a one-time thing, he wondered, debating turning around and going back to his room before he

  “Took you long enough,” came the softly mumbled welcome that had him closing the door behind him and making his way over to her bed. He’d barely had a chance to set the brakes on his wheelchair when she was climbing onto his lap and tearing a groan from him when he wrapped his arms around her and was met with warm, bare skin.

  God, she felt so fucking good in his arms.

  “I’ll do better next time,” Chase promised her as he felt her hand make its way down his stomach.

  “That’s all I ask.”

  *-*-*-*

  “What are you doing?” Sloane couldn’t help but wonder as she felt Chase slowly pull the ties holding her bikini bottom closed, loose beneath the towel covering her.

  “Helping you get more comfortable,” he murmured as he pulled her bikini bottom off and dropped it on the patio floor.

  “How exactly is this helping me?” she asked as he snaked his hand back beneath the towel.

  “You looked uncomfortable,” Chase murmured as he ran his hands over her thighs and pulled them apart so that they were hanging over his legs, spreading her open.

  “I’m sitting on your lap, so I’m pretty comfortable,” she promised him, only to lick her lips as he ran his hands back up her thighs.

  “Are you sure?” he asked in an incredibly sexy whisper as she felt his hand move between her legs.

  She opened her mouth to answer him only to moan when she felt his fingers brush over her clit as his other hand slid down her thigh and

  “Oh, god…” Sloane whispered weakly when she felt his finger slide inside her.

  “Is this better?” Chase whispered seductively while he kissed the side of her neck as she laid her head back against his shoulder and moaned as he took his tim
e teasing her.

  “Mmmhmmm,” she moaned, only to shift on his lap when she felt the large bulge trapped beneath her in his swimming trunks pressing against her.

  “Have I told you just how good you feel, Sloane?” Chase asked, sliding another finger inside her as he continued to slowly tease her clit with his fingertips and

  She found herself sighing heavily with a little whimper at the end there when she realized that they had to stop. “You have therapy soon.”

  “This is more important,” Chase murmured, sounding thoughtful.

  “What’s more important?” she somehow managed to ask only to whimper when he said, “Finding out just how wet I can make you with my fingers.”

  *-*-*-*

  “I’m going to need you to man up here,” Sloane said with a heartfelt sigh that had Chase, who was seriously thinking about spanking her ass, grinding his teeth as he struggled to raise his legs and

  “Keep going, Chase,” Sloane said, watching him as he continued to struggle to raise his legs and pull his knees toward his chest as his body trembled and he released a pained groan only to sigh in relief when he finally did it.

  He’d moved his fucking legs.

  “Fuck,” Chase bit out as he dropped his legs back down on the mat while he struggled to catch his breath.

  “I suppose that was good enough for today,” the woman who lived to torment him said with a shrug only to bite back a smile when Chase narrowed his eyes on her.

  “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll do better tomorrow,” Sloane said with a teasing look only to laugh when he reached for and

  “Oh, my god! I was kidding!” Sloane managed to get out between fits of giggles as Chase began a tickling attack that she really should have seen coming. When he finished tickling her, she rewarded him with a kiss and a murmured, “You did great, Chase.”

  “God, you’re mean,” Chase managed to get out as he rolled over onto his back, struggling to ignore just how much his back and legs hurt.