“I love it when you get bossy with me.” He’s out of his pants and pushing my thighs wide open. When I look at his beautiful face, it practically knocks me off my axis. He strokes himself as he stares down at me, wanting me to beg.
“Give me what I want or I’ll just finish myself—”
He plunges into me, robbing me of my next breath. “Ask and you shall receive, my little sugar Angel.” He grabs at my wrists, pulling them above my head. His face is tight. Determined. He pulls his hips back and powers in, fucking me with an intensity that rocks my entire being. As much as I fight to make it last, my body trembles with my pending orgasm, and a hoarse moan travels up my throat as my body falls apart. “Say it, Angel. Say my fucking name.”
His name is like ecstasy falling off my tongue as every nerve-ending in my body detonates. He groans, and his cock jerks inside me as he lets out a grunt then falls next to me.
“Jesus Christ, I will never look at a donut the same,” Chase pants, trying to catch his breath.
I sprawl myself over his chest. “I won’t tell you what I did with the ice cream cone I had for dessert tonight then.”
Chase flips me onto my back, his naked chest in full view as he hovers over me. “First off, do not tell me. At least wait about three more minutes. And why are you eating ice cream cones with your boss?”
His jealous scowl makes me laugh. “I wasn’t eating ice cream with just him. Anna was there.”
“I don’t care. As boyfriend and owner of this delectable body, I revoke your eating privileges around anyone—especially sweets.”
I can’t help but snicker. “That sounds a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
“Have you ever actually watched yourself eat an ice cream cone? If it’s anything like how you claim to eat a donut, I most certainly am. Shit, I bet you looked super-hot. Was it dripping? Did you stroke the cone and lick up the side—ouch! Okay, too far.”
I lose the battle pretending I’m annoyed at his crude comment and burst out into a fit of giggles. “Has anyone ever told you how ridiculous you are?”
“A time or two. But the girl who keeps telling me is just as crazy—crazy into her boyfriend—so it doesn’t matter.”
I stare back, happiness in my gaze. I relax under his hold until he lays back down next to me. “Chase, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, I’ll roleplay hot baker and naughty customer any day.”
I smack him on his chest. “I’m serious. Why do you think this—us—why do you think we’re a good idea? I mean, I get why, but why now? You said the same thing, a relationship wasn’t for you. You were hurt and never wanted to put yourself in that vulnerable situation ever again. What makes you think I won’t hurt you?”
He turns on his side, props his elbow on the bed, and cups my face. “For starters, you’re nothing like the one who did.”
“We’ve only known each other a few weeks. You don’t know I won’t.”
“Let me tell you a little secret. I wasn’t always like this.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Amazing. Perfect. A ladies’ man—ow, okay. I wasn’t always so cocky. Jaded. Once upon a time, I was just like my friends. The gentleman who held doors open, paid for dinners, and sent flowers.”
“And now you’re not? Thanks for the warning.”
“You know what I mean. I was naive about the fact that love wasn’t messy. I found a girl who took my breath away. We were young, but age doesn’t matter when you’re in love. I thought she was everything my life needed. We got along. Had similar likes. She stole my heart, and I let her.” He takes a deep breath and falls onto his back, raising his arms up and behind his head. “I was so caught up in her bullshit, I didn’t see the signs. They were small at first, and then grew. How can anyone who loves you do something to ever hurt you? I always thought that when I’d question her. Ignored the pit in my gut when it told me she was lying. But I trusted her. Because I loved her. I let her run my life. Make choices for me I wouldn’t normally make myself. She ran me so ragged emotionally and physically, I wasn’t sure what was up or down. But again, what did I know? It was the first time I’d been in love, and I thought my last. I tried putting a ring on it. It had been four years. We were in our sophomore year at school. I was living off school loans and ramen. Thank God for Ben and his parents. They kept us stocked with real food. I may have died of sodium poisoning otherwise.”