Page 54 of Degrees of Acceptance
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Message:Yes, ma’am…
“Kate, Jenny tells me you are responsible for the design of the Houston Medical Center complex,” Ty says as we eat.
“Well, I was the facilitator for the design group, but it was the team that really did the work. I’m excited to see what the architects will come up with,” I say.
“Chase and I were talking about the project a little before you arrived. It’ll be great for the city of Chicago if the Prestian Medical Centers do as well,” Ty says.
The waitress comes around to remove our dinner and Chase orders a round of drinks for everyone.
“If you two don’t mind, I’m going to steal my date away for a little dance before our drinks arrive,” Chase says.
“Looks like a few reporters in the corner,” he says, pulling me close and leading me to a rather slow and sultry beat. The raw sensual tension between us is almost electric. I feel his penetrating gaze and look into his smoldering deep green eyes. He pushes the hair out of my eyes, holding me close as we dance to the music.
The drinks have arrived by the time we return to our table and Jenny and I laugh at how quickly they vanish. She orders two more, and we reminisce about the first night we went out drinking together while Ty and Chase are in conversation. It vaguely reminds me how bad my head hurt the next day, and I sip this one a little slower. Chase touches my elbow as he excuses us from the table. “They always play this number close to the end, and it’s one of my favorites,” he says, wrapping me in his arms as we reach the dance floor.
He seems oblivious to the reporters and draws me close, so my head is resting on his chest. I can feel the sound of his heartbeat over the beat of the music. The sexual tension is palpable.
“Take me home,” I whisper as the band finishes the last song and they say thanks to the crowd for coming out. As he leads me back to the table, he stops to shake hands with the band members letting them know what an excellent job they did and how much we enjoyed their music. It always amazes me how much humility the man has for someone in his position. He takes out his phone and texts someone before guiding me over to the reporters’ table. He shakes hands with each of them and exchanges pleasantries until we reach Nate, who for whatever reason, seems to be Chase’s favorite.
“Good evening, Nate. I trust you were able to get the photographs you needed?” he asks.
“Yes, Mr. Prestian. I was planning to write a small story to submit to the Mid-Western column if there’s no opposition,” he explains.
“No opposition at all, Nate. You always do a superb job. Let me know if you need anything else. Oh, and get a hold of me the week after next,” he says, handing him a business card. “We can discuss some upcoming press releases if you are interested,” Chase says.
“I’m definitely interested. Thank you, Mr. Prestian. I’ll be in touch.”
Jenny hugs me tightly as we say goodnight and Ty assists her to the awaiting car. I see Jay on the driver’s side of Chase’s Jaguar XJL Ultimate. The drive home is short even in the late evening traffic. We’ve barely closed the door of our condo before Chase scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom.
“I have one thing on my mind, Baby, and that’s to find out what you have on under this dress. Your nipples have been pushing through the material, taunting me all night,” he accuses. “Hands in the air now, so I can see what you’re wearing,” he orders hoarsely. I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress over my waist and head. The intake of breath as he catches sight of my newly purchased bra and panty set makes me blush. He runs his finger over the completely see-through lace netting. “So this is why they were so pointy tonight,” he says, rubbing my erect nipples through the lacy material. He turns me, slowly. “Baby, your ass is so perfect, round and muscular; this thong looks amazing on you,” he says, cupping my ass in his hands. Bend over the bed and stay there,” he instructs as he opens the nightstand. He’s clearly positioned me so I can’t see what he’s doing, and I can already feel myself moistening from the anticipation.
“Baby, I love looking at your perfect ass,” he says. I feel completely on display and exposed.Why does that make me so hot?I feel his tongue travel along the lines of my panties, across my hips following the line of my thong. It is sensual and intimate. His finger explores the inside of my cheeks, following the thong, before slowly peeling my panties down and letting them drop to the floor.
“Step out of them and lay on the bed face up,” he instructs. I do and his finger brushes against my clit, softly beginning to stroke. I arch my hips to increase the friction, but he holds me still. His tongue travels the same pattern, finding my overly aroused clit, while his finger explores the rim of my ass making me writhe with pleasure. “Baby, I want to make you cum over and over tonight,” he says, turning me to lay face down on the bed.
“Ready?” he asks.
I am on the brink and can only nod.
“You’re going to feel a lubricant, then my fingers and then the same plug we used last week. I need you to tell me if it’s too much.”
I nod in anticipation, feeling the warm lubricant drizzled between my ass cheeks. Chase rubs it in slowly, exploring, making me needy with want before inserting a finger. I hear myself audibly moan.
“How does that feel, Baby? Is it uncomfortable?” he asks.
“No, it’s great, but I don’t think I’ll last long,” I pant.
He lets me acclimate, teasing me and gently stretching me and then begins to stroke my clit before inserting another finger.
“It feels so good, Chase,” I moan.
“Slow, Baby, I’m planning to pleasure you for a very long time. If it’s too much, tell me,” he says as he continues stroking my clit while he slowly works it in past the anal ring. It snaps into place, and he moves it slightly causing me to moan with pleasure.
“I want to feel how wet you are on the end of my cock,” he says, standing to remove his clothing before positioning me closer to the edge of the bed. His cock is rock hard, and he rubs it over my clit and all the way down before gently pushing into me. He is slow, patient, as I gasp at the feel of him moving inside of me against the anal plug. It is erotic, and I raise my hips to meet him, but he slows, holding me at the brink, intent on keeping me poised as I feel the pressure building. The fullness from the plug and the weight of his cock pushing against it are suddenly too much.
“Honey,” I moan.
