grabbed her favorite shampoo off the shelf and gestured for her to come closer. Leaning down, she gave him a quick kiss before she knelt down in front of him. He took his time running his fingers through her hair while she grabbed the body wash.
“Does it matter?” Sloane asked as she ran her soapy hands over his chest and thighs.
“Yes,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.
“I just needed a break,” Sloane said, shrugging it off as she ran her hands back up his thighs and over his stomach, simply enjoying the feel of running her hands over him.
“Which explains why you stayed here and continued taking care of me,” Chase said dryly, gesturing for her to lean back so that he could rinse her hair.
“It’s complicated,” she admitted as she tilted her head back.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Chase murmured as he reached down and helped her to her feet.
“I also wanted to stay to help you,” Sloane said, running her hands over his arms.
“And you couldn’t do that while still collecting a paycheck?” he asked, sighing heavily as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her belly as he wrapped his arms around her.
“No,” she said, gently pushing him back so that she could climb onto his lap, “I couldn’t.”
Sighing heavily, Chase grabbed the body wash and squeezed some in his hand before placing it back down as he leaned back against the tiled wall. “How long?” he asked as he ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms.
“Six months,” she said, absently tracing her fingertips over his chest and stomach.
“So, four months left,” he murmured, sounding thoughtful as he ran his soapy hands down her breasts.
“Then I go back to doing what I do and you start leading a productive life while doing your best to stop being an asshole,” Sloane said, nodding solemnly and making his lips twitch as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “You like it when I’m an asshole.”
“I really don’t, though,” she assured him only to moan when she felt his hands cup her breasts.
“Are you sure?” Chase asked with a teasing brush of his lips against hers as she felt his fingers slowly make their way down her stomach.
“Mmmhmmm,” Sloane murmured as she reached down and wrapped her hand around him, tearing a groan from him only to gasp when she felt his hand slide between her legs and proceeded to remind her just how much she liked him.
*-*-*-*
“Shit!” Chase said, laying there trying to figure out what he should do.
He’d never had a fuck buddy before and there was no doubt in his mind that was all Sloane was looking for, which was absolutely fucking perfect because he was done with everything else. Once upon a time, all he ever wanted was a family of his own, a wife that he fucking adored and children that he could spoil, but now that was the last goddamn thing that he wanted.
The only thing that he wanted was what Sloane was giving him, a reprieve from his fucked-up life. He didn’t want to have to jump through fucking hoops or any of the bullshit that came from being in a relationship ever again. Sloane was leaving in less than four months and he planned on spending every fucking second enjoying that incredible body of hers.
Speaking of which…
“Ah, fuck it,” Chase said, deciding that he’d wasted enough time.
After transitioning himself to his chair, he made his way to his patio door, wondering why he was so fucking nervous after last night. They’d fooled around in the shower this morning and made out every chance they got until her mother called. That’s when she’d headed to her room and he’d decided to call it a night, hoping that she’d join him when she was done.
As Chase let himself in her room, he glanced over at the bed and was just able to make her out, thanks to the soft moonlight spilling into her room. She was curled up on her side with her back to him. What if she’d only been interested in making this a one-time thing, he wondered, debating turning around and going back to his room before heď€
“Took you long enough,” came the softly mumbled welcome that had him closing the door behind him and making his way over to her bed. He’d barely had a chance to set the brakes on his wheelchair when she was climbing onto his lap and tearing