Page 10 of Degrees of Control
“If you two have everything planned down to the very detail, instead of making me wonder about this stuff, why didn’t you just tell us? My mom thinks she is going to our engagement party and she’s excited, Chase. She’s even going out to buy a new dress,” I say.
“Katarina, the plans are coming together nicely, but not everything is finalized. I thought you were okay with this last night,” he says, nuzzling my forehead with his nose.
“I was, I mean, I am… but, I guess I just want to know the details. I can’t help thinking that this could turn out very badly. I’m scared, Chase.” He pushes the hair out of my eyes and captures my lips with an intense and feral need, parting them, invading my mouth with his tongue. My body responds shamelessly, all thought of argument tossed aside as desire sparks deep inside of me.
“Baby, I will keep you safe and protected. It frustrates me greatly that you don’t understand that,” he says, rubbing his thumb across my lower lip. I am entranced and capture his thumb in my mouth, sucking it, licking it with my tongue and then nipping it with my teeth, hard. The sexual tension between us is palpable. His eyes darken, molten and hot as he scoops me up and carries me to the elevator that opens into our master suite. My body is pressed tightly against his, my legs wrapped around his waist as we enter the bathroom. When he lets me down, it is slow and deliberate, like a well-choreographed dance step. I slide along the length of him and he holds me close, letting me down easy while pressing my body against the evidence of his arousal. My mouth is dry, and I feel myself moisten under the intensity of his gaze. The passion in his eyes is riveting as he pushes the robe from my shoulder and slips the white lacy nightgown over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the vanity. I am standing nude before him, left without panties after last night’s tryst. He kisses me roughly, finding my tongue, exploring deeply while rubbing the sensitive and erect tips of my nipples.
“Baby, stand right where you are. I love looking at you,” he says, as he undresses. His body is a mass of lean and sinewy muscle. When he moves his thighs flex, and the muscles in his abdomen ripple as he bends down to start the whirlpool. He pours my favorite chamomile scented bath oil into the bubbling waters, gets in and dips below the water, rinsing off before taking my hand to steady and guide me into the swirling bath. He pulls me into his lap, straddling his body, my legs on either side of his powerful thighs. I take him in my hands, just below the water and stroke his hardness, relishing in the rigidity and girth, feeling his growing need, along with my own.
“Baby, I want to be deep inside of you,” he says, guiding my body up and over his cock. He lowers me and I slowly engulf his length, gasping, as he slides deeper inside of me until he is firmly rooted. He brushes the tips of my nipples and then takes one into his mouth, warming me and then sucking harder. I can feel it deep in my core and moan softly, attempting to rise and shift against him, but he keeps me held firmly.
“Slow, Baby, just let yourself feel this,” he says as his finger grazes my clit, just lightly underneath the water, teasing me gently before beginning to stroke her. He is unhurried, watching me intently as he takes turns suckling both nipples while caressing me. I can feel the throbbing and fullness of his cock deep inside of me and yearn to move my body against him.
“I’m right there,” I murmur, unable to suppress the building need any longer.
“Baby, this is going to be over much sooner than I wanted. God, I want you,” he says, moving me up slowly, allowing me to feel his entire length before sliding me down hard on his cock, deep and fast, over and over as we climb out of control and are left holding each other breathless and spent. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his rapidly beating heart. He pulls me close and kisses the top of my head, before turning the faucet to warm the water around us.
“Lean back and relax for a few minutes. I’ll pour us both a cup of coffee,” Chase says, getting out of the whirlpool. He wipes the beads of water running down his torso, buttocks and down the back of his thighs with a towel before securing it around his waist. My eyes are riveted on his masculinity, and when I look up, his mouth is turned up in a quirk and his eyebrows are raised.
“It’ll keep until later,” I murmur, attempting to keep the embarrassment from my voice at being caught checking him out so intently. I slide deeper into the aromatic water relishing in the feel of the bubbling jets around me and can’t help but smile.
He returns with two mugs of coffee. The bold Columbian aroma and hazelnut extract he has put into mine wafts through the air as he places both cups on the ledge and slides into the whirlpool behind me. He pulls me against his body and maneuvers his legs on top of mine, pulling them apart under the bubbling silky water.
“There, now let yourself relax while we talk about Saturday night. I want to make sure every question you have is answered and that your fears are put to rest for good. I hate that you’re so upset,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“You will see an article written by Nate about the engagement party in the newspaper on Thursday. We didn’t want to give Alfreita’s men too much lead, but enough so he can get organized. They will know we have security in position, and more than likely, will be watching and listening from a distance with multiple broadband communication devices and drones. You will unexpectedly take ill and be unable to attend. Your mother will need to stay with you, and as you know, she is not yet aware of this.”
“Is that why you didn’t want me to go shopping with her?” I ask, leaning back against the strength of his chest.
“No, it’s because I don’t want you in public with Carlos until this dies down and I knew he would want to go with her.”
“I don’t understand. Why don’t you want me out with my father?” I ask, taking a sip of the coffee.
“Katarina, Carlos is the head of the largest crime syndicate in the United States. While he may no longer be active in the transfer of the supply, your family very much is, and his demise would undoubtedly make things a lot easier for Alfreita and his men right now,” he says.
I sigh. “I wasn’t thinking along those lines. I take it Dad has adequate security,” I say.
“He does, but I’m not willing to take any chances with you and your mother. Carlos and I will attend the celebration. We’ll make our apologies for the evening and let everyone know that another gathering will be arranged when you are feeling better.”
“Did you invite, Nate?” I ask
“I did. In fact, I’ll be meeting with him soon to go over some of the press release highlights,” he says.
“So you intend to handle things down to the smallest of detail? That doesn’t surprise me in the least,” I say.
“Carlos is flying all of your family in for the event because it has to look real. He and I will have a quiet conversation, which if I were a betting man, will undoubtedly be picked up on their telecommunication devices. Once they confirm what we leak about the shipment is true, they are going to want to learn more. In fact, Alfreita will demand it. This will allow us to draw him out, track and find him. Right now he has gone off the grid, and our teams can’t locate him. That’s all that is going to happen on Saturday, Katarina. The real work begins once they take the bait. The shipment will lure him out, but he’ll be careful, and our intel teams will need to monitor the waves twenty-four hours a day to find him. Jay’s working to get the units in place and setting up the communications teams and logistics as we speak. Once we know they are interested in the shipment and we can track them…” He shrugs. “Then, the rest is easy,” he says.
“The rest of what is easy?” I ask.
He nuzzles the back of my neck and pushes my legs farther apart with his own. The scent of chamomile drifts through the air as the bubbling water stirs. His hand covers my mound under the water, and his fingers begin to explore. “Baby, I think you’ve had enough story time for one day,” he whispers in my ear.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day is a whirlwindof activity. I sign onto the video conference, and after a few moments, Jenny appears on the screen. “Sorry I’m late, Kate. You’re never going to believe this, but it looks like we are going to be neighbors sooner than we thought. Apparently, Chase put some pressure on the company remodeling the Torzial floor of Prestian Corp. Sounds like it will be move-in ready in about two weeks.”
“That’s great, Jenny.”
“We’ll move into the Chicago facility first, and as we hire, we’ll expand into the New York City offices,” she says.
