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reclaiming his mouth with hers. Her hunger for him made Chase dizzy, wild with disbelief, breathless with anticipation.  
    She explored his body with her hands, roaming from his bare shoulders to his chest, his back to his stomach, scrubbing her palms over his bald scalp in a now-familiar gesture of affection that had Chase’s heart seizing.
    Jamie pushed his pants down, sinking to her knees and brushing his torso with hot kisses as he did so, then caressing his leg with her hand and lifting his foot from the leather, peeling it off one leg at a time, kissing each thigh as it was bared. Chase tried to lift her to her feet, uncomfortable with the kind of attention she was paying to him, overwhelmed by the sheer potency of the emotions she was displaying. She cupped his balls in both hands, pressing kisses to his belly, his thigh, the crease of his leg beside his sack, then touched her lips to his shaft. He gasped, and she turned her face sideways to take his length in her mouth, sliding her wet lips across his skin, tongue tasting his flesh. She wasn’t giving him oral sex, he realized. She was kissing him, arousing him, showing desire for him. As if he needed further arousal.
    He pulled away from her forcefully, feeling himself rising yet again. Not this time , he thought . This time is about her.
    He pulled her to her feet, captured both of her wrists in one of his hands. “My turn,” he said.
    She let her hands go limp, stood straight, lifting her chin and gazing at him, cool and collected. “Touch me, please,” she said.

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    Jamie’s heart was pounding in her chest. She had the taste of Chase in her mouth, the musk of his seed from the elevator, the salt of his skin. She couldn’t put words to what she was feeling in that moment. Desire, need…these weren’t strong enough. She hadn’t meant to go down on him in the elevator. She’d just been unable to resist touching him in the street, or in front of the concierge, and then when they were alone in the elevator, she’d simply had to feel his skin in her hands, feel his huge cock fill her fists. And then she’d realized how close he was. She then simply had to feel him come, had to taste him. His cock felt so perfect in her hands, filling both hands and spilling over the top of her uppermost fist. She knew there might be cameras watching, knew someone could get on the elevator with them at any moment, but she didn’t care. If he’d stripped her naked and banged her up against the elevator wall, she wouldn’t have cared. Nothing mattered in the moment but Chase, nothing but his skin and his heat and his body and his heart, his emotions so potent and completely bared on his face, in his eyes.  
    She’d tasted him, taken him in her mouth, swallowed him, caressed him and brought him to completion, felt his seed fill her mouth, hot and salty and thick, felt his tip touch the back of her throat, felt his balls seize and clench, and she’d taken more, wanting all of him.
    And now she stood in front of him, vulnerable, letting her love show in her eyes, nearly naked and shivering with need. Except…what she felt was so far past a paltry word like “need.” Every atom in her body was vibrating with desire for him, with the blood-hot need to feel his hands on her bare skin, his lips on her body, his thickness filling her.  
    She stood stone-still, shirtless, breath coming in slow, deep gasps, waiting. His eyes were dark and hooded, his chest rising and falling with his desperate breathing. He was naked, gloriously nude, bared for her perusal. She openly stared at him, taking in his thick arms scribed with tattoos, his hands curling into fists and releasing at his sides, his narrow waist and hard, round ass, his proudly jutting cock, huge and thick and dark, purple-veined and heavy. His thighs were thick and hard, too, quadriceps cut and defined. His bald scalp was beaded with dots of sweat, and one drop trailed down his cheek. Why was he sweating?