Escorting the Player (The Escort Collection 3)

He crossed his enormous arms against his chest. "Because I didn't know if you wanted me to."

"It's your house."

"But it's only a home if you're in it." He looked at me pleadingly. "Babe. I'm so sorry. This is just step one of my groveling plan. I love you so much. I've been an idiot—"

I threw myself at him, silencing him with a kiss.

Then I pulled back, running my hands down his face and looking into his eyes, which still looked a little puffy. "I'm sorry, too. I love you so much. I was trying to—"

Now it was his turn to silence me with a kiss, his big hands running over my hair and my face, touching me as if he was worried I wasn't real.

Then he pulled back. "So you don't have another boyfriend? A real one?"

I buried myself in his chest and he wrapped his massive arms around me. "There's nobody but you, babe. There's never been anybody but you."

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CHASE

We spent the next several weeks making up, i.e., kissing, looking at each other with googly eyes and having sexual relations whenever I wasn't at practice. I loved the master bedroom at the new house. It had floor-to-ceiling windows and excellent lighting, all the better to see Avery without her clothes on.

The bedroom was great, but I wanted her in every room of the house. It was my favorite new hobby.

We were on my bed. She'd put her clothes back on and I wasn't too pleased about it. "I need you again," I said, trailing my fingers down her shirt.

Avery laughed. "You're nuts."

"I'm nuts about you. Speaking of my nuts…"

She laughed again and swatted me. "What about them?"

I leaned down and looked at her intently. "We still haven't christened the dining room. Don't you think it's time we did something about that?"

"You're determined to do it in every room of this house, aren't you?" She grinned up at me and my cock rose to attention, as if it were saluting her.

"Absofuckinglutely. Are you?"

Avery looked at her watch. "You have to go in for your meeting in half an hour. You really think that's enough time to worship my body in the manner to which its become accustomed?"

I grabbed her by the hips, lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder. She squealed. "Plenty of time. You're getting spoiled lately, anyway. I bet

I can make you come in five minutes or less." I proceeded to carry her down the stairs.

"What are we betting?" Avery asked me, while she hung upside down.

"Well if I lose, I'll just keep going. Does that sound okay to you, babe?"

She giggled. "I guess I can live with that…"

I smacked her on the ass as we arrived in the dining room. "You guess you can live with that? You're definitely getting spoiled." I gently placed her feet on the carpet, and started unbuttoning her plaid shirt. I loved it when she dressed like this: a button-down shirt, a pair of denim cut off shorts, no makeup, and a messy ponytail. She was so beautiful like that, just so normal and down to earth. And then when she got dressed up, she was absolutely stunning.

She was the best of both worlds. On top of that, my dick fit in her so tight, I swear to God—it was like she was made for me.

"You know I don't like to rush you," Avery said, as I took my time unbuttoning her shirt. "But you really do have to get going."

I dropped her shirt to the floor and then put my finger to my lips. "Shh. No more talking. Chase is in charge."

Avery rolled her eyes but she laughed. I undid her shorts and they dropped to the floor. I sucked in a deep breath as I looked at her, and in the middle of the dining room in a white lace bra and matching panties. "Damn, girl. It's a good thing your mine. Otherwise, I'd lock you up in this house and never let you out." I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues tangling as she ran her hands down my chest. "I might do it anyway," I growled.