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appetite.”
    I could picture the sexy smirk on his determined face as he carried me into the bedroom. As much as I wanted to resist him, I knew I couldn’t. He was the first man that’d made me feel this sexy, free, and safe, and the more time we spent together, the more confident I was about the fact that nothing would change the way I felt about him.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Dean
    The pure euphoria that swallowed me when I came inside Blair was all that seemed to push the problem of Katherine from my mind lately. If I had the power, I’d whisk Blair away to a secluded island and make love to her for the rest of my life. The idea of how incredible that would be floated around in my mind as I came down from my last release.
    “You know, Mr. Chase.” Blair’s dreamy, soft voice broke though my thoughts. Her fingers laced and intertwined with mine as they methodically moved up and down the length of my fingers, sending tingles of pleasure down my chest and toward my tired, but excited cock that was quickly responding beneath the sheets.
    “What’s that, Ms. Parker?” My voice came out in a deep, hoarse voice. I met her gaze and couldn’t help but to smile.
    “I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm three times in an hour’s time, but you sure proved me wrong.”
    She was lying next to me in the bed and I turned to face her and gazed into her warm emerald eyes. My hand slowly trailed up and down the outline of her arm. “There’s a lot of things I intend to prove you wrong, Ms. Parker.”
    She raised an eyebrow and shot me a look. “I’m not often wrong, dear sir,” she challenged. “I still remember the very first time we met at that grocery store—”
    “By the fruit stands,” I finished.
    “Yup. If I recall correctly, I said to your face that you were one cocky guy.”
    “And I said that I had a lot to be cocky about.” I winked at her.
    She giggled. “Well you weren’t wrong there.” Her eyes glanced down at my cock, which twitched the second it was mentioned. “But my point was I’m rarely wrong. We weren’t even talking about whether or not you were.” She laughed. “And the fact that you turned the conversation back to you proves my point: you’re one cocky guy.”
    I threw my head back in laughter. “I sure am.” Then I grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her to me. Our lips met in a slow, lingering kiss, our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, and our lips playfully nipped and kissed.
    As we finally pulled away, my lips curled into a wide grin.
    She cocked her head and eyed me suspiciously, “What are you smiling about?”
    I feigned an innocent look. “What? Can’t a guy smile at his girlfriend adoringly?”
    She punched me lightly in the arm. “Spill it.” 
    I laughed at how well she could read me. “Well I was just laughing at the fact when you were saying you’re rarely wrong about things, you actually said something that was in fact wrong.”
    She glared at me and pouted. “And what exactly did I get wrong?”
    I flashed her a smug smile. “Well you said that the very first time we met was at the grocery store.”
    “And how is that wrong?” she challenged.
    “It’s wrong because the first time we met was at that speakeasy bar in the Financial District.”
    She frowned. “I never met you there.”
    I chuckled. “You did.”
    “Well you must not have been that memorable then if I can’t remember,” she challenged with a smile.
    “Oh, I’ll show you how memorable I am,” I shot back as I reach over to tickle her.
    She squealed as she tried to squirm away from my threatening fingers. “Okay,” she managed to get out between her uncontrollable giggles, “Tell me what happened.”
    I finally stopped, feeling childishly triumphant like I had just won something. “Well that was actually the very first time we met. You were walking through the front door while I was walking out. I didn’t see your face, but I had smelled that perfume of yours