Perfectly Lonely - Jessica Marin Page 0,67

at the sensation of a little bit of pain mixed with so much pleasure and move my hands over his chest as he continues to thrust faster into me. My hands find his nipples and when I squeeze them, his moans get louder. I can see he’s fighting against his release to make sure I come as well. I reach down and start rubbing my clit in order to help. He watches our bodies become one and when he sees me start to play with myself, he tightens his hold on me and increases his speed. Between the friction of his cock inside of me and my finger rubbing against my clit, the dam holding back my orgasm completely bursts. My walls squeeze tightly around him as my screams of release fill the air. As I buck wildly against him, Chase’s own release follows with an animalistic roar.

He falls against me, his body shuddering from the intensity of his release. Our chests are heaving as we gulp for air and I feel like I’m floating from the incredible high he just brought me to. As tears of happiness silently slide down my cheeks, I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding onto him as tightly as I can. I close my eyes and memorize this moment as I never want to forget what he’s making me feel.

He makes me feel alive again.

He makes my stomach do somersaults with just one glance.

He makes my heart pound in my chest with just one touch.

He lights me up from the inside with just one kiss.

He makes me forget about the pain of my past.

He gives me hope for my future.

Hope that I have found a home again with him.

27

Chase

I wasn’t expecting the ache I felt after dropping Layla off at the house this morning, but something shifted between us last night and the gravity of our situation weighs on me. If it was torturous leaving her today, I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it will be tomorrow when she goes back to Chicago. I worshipped her body until the early hours of the morning, sleep only coming when our bodies finally gave out from exhaustion. We continued where we left off when we woke up, exploring each other in the shower before I took her to my favorite breakfast dive to satisfy our hunger pains.

I turn my phone back on, having turned it off so we wouldn’t be disturbed last night. I’m not surprised to see that I have missed messages from Rhys. I send him a short text saying I’m on my way into the office and head in that direction. My mind wanders back to Layla, the vision of her last night when we finally made love forever engraved in my brain. I know she loves me - I felt and saw it in her eyes. I recall how she looked at breakfast this morning with her hair unruly from my hands and her lips swollen from my kisses. She looked even more gorgeous than normal, her face glowing with happiness. I want to make her that happy every day for the rest of my life. I almost told her I loved her, but held back as I’m unsure if she’s even ready to hear it as I don’t want to scare her away.

“Damn it!” I yell as I hit the steering wheel in frustration at the uncertainty of our future. I go over scenarios in my head on how to try to make a long distance relationship work with her. Would she be willing to move to Vancouver? Can I move permanently to Chicago and still do my job? But with the amount of time, energy, and traveling Wilson Enterprises is going to demand of me, I would barely see her whether she was here or me in Chicago. I can’t negate my promise to my mother and brother on getting Wilson Enterprises back on its feet. I have to figure out a way to make this work because I’m not going to lose her. By the time I arrive at the office, my mood has blackened and I have to shake off the bitterness toward my father that rears its ugly head at the situation he has put me in.

“You’re late for your final fitting.” Rhys arrives in my office no more than a minute after I cross the threshold. His handsome face is pinched tightly in irritation at my absence and his attitude toward me