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  As she lay there, looking at him and taking in the scar that ran from his temple down to his jaw, she couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him. A few times over the past month, she’d been tempted to find out, but every time that she opened her mouth to ask him or went to Google his name, she managed to stop herself before she crossed that line. She reminded herself that she didn’t need to know what happened to do her job because getting involved wasn’t going to help. The only thing that she needed to know was the extent of his injuries, his medical history, and what she needed to do to help him.

  That was it.

  Or at least, it should be, but she found herself wondering about him more than she should. Before she could stop herself, she stopped running her fingers through his hair so that she could trace the scar marring his handsome face. He opened his eyes and watched her as she lightly traced his scar with her fingertips.

  “I should probably get going since you’re fine,” Sloane teased, loving the way that his eyes narrowed on her as he reached over, wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.

  Blinking innocently, Sloane asked, “Is this your way of telling me that you’d like me to go?”

  Jaw clenching, Chase pulled her even closer, making her bite back a smile.

  “Cause you know, I could go and fold some towels or something,” she offered as he slowly pulled her the rest of the way until their bodies touched from knee to chest and her smile slowly disappeared when she realized just how good it felt to be in his arms.

  “You could,” Chase said absently as he pulled her impossibly closer and she realized that she was still caressing his jaw and enjoying the feel of the light stubble scraping against her skin. She should leave, Sloane told herself, but somehow found herself still laying in his arms a minute later, cupping his jaw as he lazily ran his hand over the small of her back.

  “Do you want to leave, Sloane?” he asked softly as he closed the small space between them and lightly, so lightly that she barely felt it, brushed his lips against hers.

  It was the wake-up call that she needed because this couldn’t happen.

  Slowly exhaling a shaky breath, she moved to sit up and put some space between them only to find herself leaning in for another kiss. With a groan, Chase deepened the kiss even as he kept it slow, moving his lips against hers as she wrapped her arm around him and held him close while she made the biggest mistake of her life.

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  They shouldn’t be doing this, but he knew that he’d lose his fucking mind if they stopped. She felt so fucking good in his arms, Chase realized with a groan as he brushed his lips against hers, using the move to part her lips and deepened the kiss. When he felt her tongue slide against his, Chase fisted the back of her shirt and pulled her closer as he slowly rolled over onto his back, giving her a chance to stop this before it went too far.

  Ignoring the out that he was giving her, Sloane followed him, never breaking the kiss as they slowly teased, licked, and nipped, making it the most erotic kiss of his life as she settled on top of him. He’d only kissed one woman in his life, but he’d never kissed Amy the way that he was kissing her like he’d fucking die if he stopped.

  Thank god, she wasn’t stopping him, Chase thought as she ripped a groan from him when she settled on top of him, making him realize that he was hard. Any other time and he would have laughed, relieved that he was still interested in sex, but right now he wasn’t in the mood to laugh. Not when he had this incredible woman in his arms.

  He wrapped one arm around her as he slid his other hand over an incredible ass that had him groaning. Giving her ass a squeeze, he used his hold on her to rock her against him. When she moaned against his mouth, he rolled his hips, grinding himself against her as he returned her moan with one of his own.

  Still, they kept the kiss slow, devouring each other as she took over and rolled her hips against him. Needing more, Chase released his hold on her ass so that he could slide his hand down the back of the cotton shorts that she liked to wear at night and groaned when his hand came in contact with the soft curve of her ass. He squeezed her ass, encouraging her to keep moving against him as she shifted to move closer so that her breasts brushed against his chest with every move, driving him out of his fucking mind until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  Keeping his arm wrapped around her, he rolled her over onto her back, pulling those shorts down as he went, thankful that she helped him by lifting her ass and had them kicked off by the time that he was able to follow her and settle himself awkwardly between her legs. The kiss turned hungry as he ground himself against her, too fucking desperate for the move to care that he was still wearing boxers or that she was still wearing panties.

  She felt so fucking good, Chase thought as he felt her hand move down his scarred back and pushed his boxers down, releasing his cock so that the only thing separating them now were her soft cotton panties. Her moans became louder as he shifted back only to push back seconds later, grinding his cock against her panty covered slit and releasing a loud moan of his own when he realized just how fucking wet she was.

  When she gently sucked on his tongue, his hips jerked in response, grinding harder against her, loving the way that she ran her hands over his back and down his ass, encouraging him to keep going. Shifting his weight onto his left arm, he reached down between them and pulled her panties aside, revealing her wet slit so the next time that he rolled his hips, the underside of his cock slid right between her wet folds, making sure that his cock ground against her swollen little clit.

  “Oh, god,” Sloane moaned as he pressed tightly against her, grinding his cock against her and

  Groaning, when she pushed him onto his back and followed him. As she ground herself against him, Sloane buried her face against his neck and moaned loudly while he ran his hand back over her ass, hooked his fingers inside her panties and pulled them aside, giving him better access to that wet slit that he would give anything to trace with his tongue. Taking advantage, Chase focused his attention on her neck as he moved his hands down to her legs and used his hold to pull her forward until her breasts were above his mouth.

  Leaning up, Chase captured one hard nipple through her thin shirt and suckled it while he moved his hand between her legs. If any other woman had him this desperate to fuck her, he would have said the hell with it and grabbed a condom, but this was Sloane. Even knowing that she would probably come to her senses after this and never let it happen again, he couldn’t force himself to rush this.

  He wanted to touch, lick, and nibble on every part of her almost as much as he wanted to slide inside her and lose himself in her incredible body. He gently dragged his teeth down her nipple with a moan as he slid a finger inside her only to find her tight and wet. She felt so fucking good, Chase thought, dropping his head back with a groan even as he pulled his finger back and added a second finger before sliding back inside her.

  Before his head hit the pillow, she was there, kissing him as he felt her hand slide down his stomach and

  Tore a growl from his lips as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him slowly as he fingered her, matching his rhythm and god love her, giving the tip of his cock a gentle squeeze that had his balls pulling up tight. When he realized that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he turned his hand so that with every slide inside her wet pussy, his palm brushed against her clit, making her moan as she worked her hand on his cock.

  When Sloane shifted away from his hand and sat back on his cock so that her slit was pressed against the underside, he nearly lost it. Still kissing him in a way that should be illegal, she shifted back and forth across his cock, just enough to drive him out of his fucking mind while she wrapped her hand back around the tip of his cock, running her hand over the sensitive tip while he shifted his hand so that he was cupping her thigh and his thumb was able to rub her little clit as she drove them both out of their fucking minds.

  Just when he was ready to beg her to put him out of his fuck
ing misery and fuck him, his orgasm ripped through him, starting at his lower back and spiraling out of control. Groaning long and loud against her mouth as she milked his cock, Chase doubled his efforts between her legs until her moves became more frantic and out of control and

  “Oh, god!” Sloane cried against his mouth, making his cock jerk in her hand as she tore the first orgasm out of him in over a year, leaving him struggling to take his next breath as he finished on a groan.

  When she collapsed on top of him, Chase wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, ignoring the way that his body trembled and his legs ached as he held her, wishing like hell that they didn’t have to do this part, but he knew better than to pretend that she was going to be okay with this.

  “Oh, my god,” Sloane muttered, not screamed at the top of her lungs like she had a minute ago, he’d like to point out, as she buried her face against his neck and mumbled, “Oh, my god,” again.

  “Is something amiss, Pookie?” Chase asked, simply because he couldn’t help himself as he laid there, trying to figure out a way to make this right for her, because the last thing that he wanted was for her to walk away. When she was only able to get out a choked sound, he decided that it was probably for the best if he left her alone for now.

  Chapter 14

  This could not be happening, Sloane told herself as she slowly rubbed her hands down her face as she sat there, trying to figure out how this happened.

  One minute, she was unable to help but smile when he told her that he’d been able to move his toes and the next…

  “Oh, god,” she muttered as she dropped her hands away just in time to watch the man that had given her the most intense orgasm of her life roll into the kitchen.

  For a moment, Sloane watched Chase as he made his way to the fridge to grab a bottle of water before he rolled to the garage for his morning workout as she sat there waiting for him to say something to make this easier only to groan when he didn’t say anything. Why couldn’t he make a smartass comment to make this easier for her so that she could quit and pretend that this never happened?

  Last night, while she’d laid there struggling to catch her breath, she’d expected Chase to say something to piss her off, but he’d only held her. He’d kept his arms around her, gently caressing her back while she’d laid there, feeling sick to her stomach as the gravity of what she’d done hit her. She’d never done anything like this before, never even been tempted to cross that line and then last night, she’d thrown away her career without blinking an eye and she had no idea why.

  She’d worked her ass off to get where she was today. She’d paid her dues, took the jobs that no one else wanted and slowly built a reputation that guaranteed her first pick of jobs only to ruin it over one moment of weakness for a man that annoyed the shit out of her.

  The only question now was how was she supposed to explain this when she didn’t even understand it? Not that it really mattered, Sloane reminded herself with a heavy sigh as she pushed her chair back and decided that it was time to face the music. She needed to get this over with and hope that she only ended up getting her license suspended. Not that it would matter since she doubted that anyone would hire her after this.

  As she walked into her room, Sloane debated calling his sister first and telling her that she needed to be replaced only to decide that it would probably be a better idea to call the agency and line up someone else to take over for her before she broke the news to his sister. Either way, Melissa was going to be pissed, but at least this way she might not feel the need to call up the agency and destroy everything that Sloane had worked so hard for.

  Decision made, Sloane went to grab her phone off the nightstand only it wasn’t there. It also wasn’t on her bed, under her bed, on her bureau, on the bathroom counter, in the living room, or in the kitchen. Sighing, she went to grab the house phone so that she could call her phone only the phone wasn’t on the charger and neither was the one that was supposed to be in Chase’s room.

  Hoping that she was wrong, she forced herself to walk into the garage and

  “Nothing happened,” Chase said as soon as she stepped into the air-conditioned garage that had been turned into a home gym sometime before she’d started working here.

  “Is that why you stole my phone?” Sloane asked, glancing around the large garage, hoping to find her phone so that she could avoid this conversation.

  “I knew you’d do something stupid,” Chase said as he placed the weights back on the bar and sat up.

  “I can’t stay,” Sloane said, hoping that would be enough, but of course, it wasn’t.

  “And why’s that?” Chase asked, grabbing a white towel off his wheelchair and used it to wipe the sweat off his face and chest while he waited for an answer.

  “I crossed a line, Chase, and I can’t stay here. I just need my phone so that I can arrange for someone else to take over before I go,” Sloane said, really hoping that he took pity on her and just let her leave.

  “You don’t need to find a replacement,” Chase said, shaking his head as he tossed the towel back on his wheelchair before he laid back down on the bench and grabbed hold of the bar.

  Sighing, Sloane said, “Yes, I do,” as she turned around and

  “No, you don’t,” Chase said, sounding bored as she forced herself to turn back around.

  “You need help, Chase,” she said, gesturing lazily around them.

  “No, I don’t,” the stubborn bastard said, making her sigh.

  “You can’t take care of yourself, Chase,” she said, shaking her head as she turned back around and

  “Is that what you really think?” he called after her.

  “You don’t want to know what I really think,” Sloane said, deciding that she’d call the agency from her brother’s house because she really could not do this right now. She walked into her room and grabbed her bags from the closet and threw them on her bed, struggling not to lose it.

  “So, tell me,” Chase said as he rolled into her room.

  “No,” Sloane said, grabbing a stack of shirts out of her drawer and carried them over to her bed, refusing to look at him as she shoved them in a bag.

  “Then I guess it’s my turn, huh?” Chase said, nodding absently as he added, “We both fucked up, Sloane.”

  “That’s the understatement of the year,” she said, shaking her head in disgust as she grabbed another stack of shirts.

  “Yeah, it is,” he said, sounding thoughtful as he watched her. “You promised to help me.”

  “And it looks like I’m breaking that promise,” Sloane said, shoving more clothes in her bag and

  “It must be really fucking devastating to know that a cripple made you wet,” Chase bit out coldly, making her go still.

  “Are you kidding me?” Sloane asked, shaking her head in disgust as she turned around to face him.

  “Not one fucking bit,” he said evenly through a clenched jaw.

  Shaking her head, she forced herself to grab more clothes. “You have no idea what it’s like to screw up this badly.”

  There was a humorless chuckle and then, “Are you fucking kidding me? It’s all I fucking know,” Chase bit out angrily as he rolled over to her bed, grabbed her iPad and swiped it open before typing something in while she stood there, berating herself for not leaving the first time that she realized that this wasn’t going to work. Now she was

  “When you have to listen to two children begging for their mother as they lay dying in your arms, then you can talk to me about screwing up,” Chase snapped as he tossed the iPad on her suitcase and left while she stood there, staring down at the picture of Chase in a fireman’s uniform beneath a headline that had her stomach turning.

  Chapter 15

  “Son of a bitch!” Chase snapped, clenching his hands into fists as he dropped his head forward and closed his eyes as he struggled to get that look on Sloane’s face out of his head only to find himself frowning when he felt a cold bottle pressed
into his hand.

  “So, a fireman, huh? That’s pretty hot,” Sloane said casually as she dropped down into his wheelchair with a heavy sigh, making his lips twitch as he sat back and took a sip of water.

  “I never had a complaint,” he said, watching as her lips twitched while she ran her eyes over at him.

  “I bet you didn’t,” she murmured with a wink, making him chuckle until she added, “You didn’t screw up.”

  “Yes, I did,” Chase said quietly as he took a sip of water, wondering why he’d said anything to her.

  “How do you figure?” Sloane asked, sounding curious as she lounged back in his wheelchair.

  “Because it should have been me,” Chase said as he dropped his head forward, getting his hair wet before he sat back.

  “No,” Sloane said, reaching over and plucked the bottle of water out of his hand, “it shouldn’t have,” as she took a sip before handing it back to him.

  “How do you figure?” he asked, watching her as she climbed out of his wheelchair and grabbed his shampoo off the shelf.

  “Why do you think it should have been you?” Sloane countered with a curious look as she squeezed some shampoo in her hand.

  “Because they were just kids,” Chase said, taking another sip as she reached over and ran her hands through his hair.

  “That doesn’t mean that you deserved to take their place,” Sloane said as he found himself closing his eyes as he savored the feel of her fingers running through his hair.

  “It means that it was my job to protect them,” he said, deciding that they’d talked enough about this. “Are you going to stay?”

  “I’m thinking about it,” she said, rinsing her hands off before she helped herself to his bottle of water.

  “Fair enough,” Chase said, nodding as he leaned forward and rinsed his hair off.

  “Are you going to hold up your end of the deal?” Sloane asked as he sat up, stealing his water back in the process.