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word? He has no right to make her feel this
way.
     
    “Stop it, Chase. If you had called
anybody else in here you would have already fired their ass and
frog-marched them out of the house. So don't you dare stand there
and look at me with eyes that tell me you want me, when you've made
it blatantly clear that you can't stand the sight of me half the
time.”
     
    “What the hell are you talking about,
Alicia. Why do you think that I don't like you?” The expression on
his face seemed to be one of genuine confusion, and Alicia groaned
with an answering confusion of her own.
     
    “You're always yelling at me for
something. And nine times out of ten it's something that nobody
else would have gotten yelled at for. So how am I not supposed to
feel that you don't like me?” She felt it was a fair question to
ask, but still held her breath while she waited for Chase to
answer.
     
    Chase gave a wry chuckle as he
listened to her tipsy tirade. She obviously had no idea just how
cute she looked standing in front of him with her long hair all
tousled from her nap. He had seen his wife wear the black sequined
dress before, but he could honestly say that she had never looked
as good in it as Alicia did right now. He wasn't surprised when he
felt his cock thicken and start to get hard in his
pants.
     
    Alicia had always affected him
sexually, but he had done everything in his power to ignore the
attraction he had felt for her from the very first day he met her.
Even though his and Vanessa's marriage might not be a conventional
one, he didn't want anybody to know that, and they both made a
concerted effort to keep up an appearance of unity and
solidarity.
     
    The truth of the matter, though, was
that he and Vanessa no longer had anything in common. He couldn't
remember the last time they had sex, and wasn’t sure that they had
ever made love in the whole time they'd be married.
     
    Of course, Alicia didn't know any of
that, and while he'd been fighting his growing attraction to her,
seeing her standing in front of him with her cheeks flushed from
sleep, embarrassment, and unwarranted anger towards him, was
turning him on more than he could handle or hide. He let her finish
whatever it was she’d been saying, and then, almost of their own
volition, his arms reached out and took hold of her shoulders. He
pulled her towards him and leaned his head down to capture her lips
with his mouth.
     
    Later on, in the cold light of day,
Alicia would swear to the fact that she must have still been under
the influence of the champagne, but right now all she could think
of was the taste and feel of Chase's lips on hers. She had never
messed around with a married man before, and if she was completely
sober she would probably have pulled away, slapped his face and
stormed off in indignation. But she had fantasized about this
moment for almost a year, and she didn't think she would be able to
stop even if she wanted to.
     
    She had never been a particularly
aggressive lover, but her inhibitions flew out of the window the
minute she felt the warmth of his mouth against hers. As Chase
started to pull his head away from her she wound her hands in his
hair and pulled his face back down to hers, locking lips with his
in a kiss that was almost desperate.
     
    As though sensing her urgency but
wanting to slow things down a little, Chase tried to soften the
kiss by pulling back slightly. But Alicia was having none of it,
tightening her hands in his hair and clamping her mouth against his
with such force that their teeth grated together as their mouths
fused.
     
    Once again Chase pulled away from her,
this time not letting her pull his head back into her. “Whoa,
Alicia. There's no rush—we have all night.” He took her by the hand
and walked towards the bed, his shirt and pants already undone,
though neither of them could remember having done it. As he turned
to face her once more, it was Chase who initiated the next kiss; a
soft, tender one that was