over. “That’s the kind of father you’ll be, isn’t it?” I rest one finger against his chest and drag it down feeling his muscles flex and contract under my touch.
“Thinking about that already?” His bland expression halts my exploration and I withdraw.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist to stop me from pulling away and brushes his lips against my knuckles. “I want that with you, Mallory,” he says so low, the words almost disappear in the noise around us. “But not yet.”
Mildly offended, I try to tug my hand free. “I didn’t mean I wanted you to put a baby in my belly right now, Chaser.”
He bursts out laughing. “Well, when you put it like that. Fuck.” He presses my hand against his erection straining the metal of his zipper. Under my touch, his body jerks.
“Someone wants attention.” I lean into him, cupping him through his jeans and gently squeezing. He groans against my neck.
“Hard proof how much I want you.” The deep rasp of his voice melts me like butter. He tilts his head and presses his lips to my throat. “Not here.”
He slides off the stool, slowly pressing our bodies together, then lifts me. Bold, possessive hands remain on my butt as he spins us away from the bar.
I loop my arms around his shoulders.
Cheers and whistles follow us out of the room. Too wrapped up in Chaser, I’m not sure if the comments are directed at us or not.
He turns the corner into the hallway that leads to his room and I open my eyes. Here, we’re alone. It’s dark. Shadowy. Dim overhead lights lead the way. Muted noise from the main room lingers in the air.
My back thumps against his door.
“Fuck, forgot I locked it tonight.” He sets me down and I wobble in my heels for a second while he searches his pockets for the key.
“I can’t wait.” I reach up and kiss his neck, while my fingers dive for his belt, working it loose. “No one will see us.”
His eyes close and his breath hitches.
“Can’t…work…your zipper with your giant cock in my way.”
His eyes pop open. “All your fault.”
Finally, I work it loose without nicking him in the process. His cock kicks and jerks, begging for attention. I wrap my fingers around him, slowly stroking.
“Fuck.” He pins me against the door with his body and cups my face, claiming a kiss. His tongue strokes mine in a slow, seductive dance. He caresses and explores, sliding his hands down my hips, over my thighs, then reverses direction, slipping under my dress and hiking it up.
I continue stroking him with both hands. Gentle but firm. His breath quickens, his need as strong as mine. Tingles race up my legs. His hips shift. He slips a hand under my thigh, lifting, lining us up.
“I like you in heels,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Please, hurry.”
“And so desperate for my cock, you don’t care that someone from the party could walk down here and catch us at any minute.”
“No.” My head rolls from side to side.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I flex against him, encouraging him to hurry. He groans as our eyes meet and he thrusts, hard. We shudder together and I dig my nails into his shoulders, hanging on and trying to pull him closer. Merge our bodies together. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the thrill of possibly being caught but my heart pounds. He rotates his hips, slowly pushing deep inside, allowing a few seconds to adjust.
He slaps his palm against the door, next to my face, bracing himself and pulls my lower body closer with his other arm. “Hold on. Wrap your legs around me.”
My heels clatter to the floor as I cross my ankles at the base of his spine and drop my forehead to his shoulder.
His body shakes with need, ruthlessly driving into me over and over. I’m overwhelmed by so many sensations. The roughness of the wood scraping against my back. The slick glide of our skin. The rasp of his stubble against my neck. His teeth nipping my earlobe. The rippling muscles in his back, straining to keep us upright.
Tingling pleasure spreads over my skin like wildfire. A sharp moan tears out of my throat with the sudden shock of my orgasm.
“Good girl,” Chaser encourages. “Be as loud as you want.”
I come hard and long, grinding against him, hanging on for dear life. “Ohmygod. That’s so good.”
He rolls his bottom lip, biting down, holding off until he’s sure I’m satisfied. Our