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“Watch, Baby,” he whispers, and I can hear myself softly panting, my breathing heavy, anticipating his touch. He nuzzles his nose among the soft hair, stopping to inhale my scent, before finally caressing me with his tongue. He barely touches her, but it causes me to moan softly with need.
“Slow, Katarina,” he says. He is gradual, unhurried and I squirm as my desire climbs. He holds me still, gently pulling at the long delicate chain attached to my nipples, stoking my need even further. I gasp at the intensity as he pulls the jewelry off forcing me to climax, trembling around him. He is merciless, taking my clit between his lips, drawing everything I have to give before releasing the bracelets that hold my ankles. He pulls my hips toward him and lifts my legs around his waist. His eyes are glazed with passion as he penetrates me, filling me completely. I moan at the depth and he pulls out agonizingly slow only to enter me again, deep. “Feel me inside of you, Baby,” he says, sliding into that one particular spot, teasing, in and then out, back in, dipping slowly andleisurely renewing my desire.
He has not let go of my hips and when he quickens his pace he penetrates deeply, over and over against that spot deep inside of me until I hear myself moaning aloud, as we tremble with the force of our climax. He gently releases my wrists and curls in behind me, holding me close as our breathing returns to normal.
“Now, time for a little story,” he says, turning me around so that I am resting on his chest. “The entire day was spent getting communication networks and intelligence in place for next week. It took coordination to get overseas teams onto ships in the areas we believe Alfreita may travel to. He’s been careful, so we had to create a wide net, but I think we’ve got monitoring in place for land and sea signals now,” he says.
“I’m surprised you're telling me all this,” I say.
“It’s against my better judgment. I’d much prefer to keep you sheltered, but as you so aptly pointed out you have a right to know,” Chase says, kissing my forehead. “Your father and I also discussed the conversation we will have on Saturday night. We’re certain after Alfreita hears the exchange, he’ll be communicating with members of his alliances and we’ll be able to locate him. That’s all we did today,” he says, holding me close.
“I don’t like that my dad wants to keep me in the dark. He actually had the audacity to stop the conversation. Did he think I wouldn’t notice?” I ask.
“Katarina, he cares how you feel about him and doesn’t want to give you or your mom a reason to think poorly of him. Give him a chance, Baby,” he says, brushing the hair out of my eyes.
“I guess, but it’s so annoying.”
“You’ll need to talk to him and tell him how that makes you feel once this is all over. Trust me. He’s organizing things to the best of his ability under the circumstances and doing nothing that should cause you angst,” he says, holding me close against his chest, rubbing and circling his hand on my back, relaxing me. That is the last thing I recall as I fall into a restful sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
I come in from my runthe next morning and see the Midwestern sitting on the kitchen table next to Chase’s laptop. The newspaper is bulky and has been flipped open to the social columns where anything worth knowing about the who’s who of Chicago is found. I pour myself a ceramic mug full of coffee, add a little hazelnut creamer from the fridge and sit down to read the article.
Chicago Midwestern
Chase Prestian Engaged
Nate Collins
A large celebration is planned for Chase Prestian, CEO and Owner of Prestian Corporation and his fiancée Katarina Meilers. Ms. Meilers is highly specialized in lean methodologies and has been working closely with Prestian and the Martel and Son’s Architectural firm to design what is anticipated to be the most patient-centered and cost-effective facility that health care has to offer. It is expected they will officially announce their engagement and possibly a wedding date this Saturday. The event is being held at the home of a long-time friend of the Prestian family, Carlos Larussio. Karissa Meilers, Katarina’s mother, will also be flying in for the occasion.
Chase walks into the kitchen freshly showered, dressed in denim jeans and a t-shirt with hair that is still damp. He kisses me lightly on the lips before sliding into the seat beside me.
“So, Nate published the article according to plan,” I say.
“Yes, things are coming along nicely. The announcements have been made and security is in place at your dad’s. He’ll be heading back to New York tomorrow morning since most of the family will be arriving in the next couple days. He plans to let your mom know later today that she won’t be attending the event on Saturday,” he says.
“I wonder how she’ll feel about that. They haven’t really been apart since she was kidnapped,” I say.
“He’s a little nervous. It’s a big step for him. He doesn’t want to lose Karissa again,” he says, before his cell phone rings.
“Chase here,” he says, a slight scowl crossing his handsome features. “Dig into it a little more and keep me posted. Thanks, Sid,” he says. I can’t help wondering what the conversation is about.Am I always going to feel like I need to know every little thing?
“That was Sid. They’ve got some leads and a few communications that are coming in from Spain. We need to learn a little bit more about them,” he says as if reading my mind, answering my questions before I even have a chance to ask him.
The rest of the day and Friday are a blur with Chase, Jay, my father, and Sheldon sequestered in the study with Sid. My mom is quieter than usual, reading a book in the parlor when I find her. “You okay?” I ask, slipping into one of the reading chairs across from her.
“I’m trying to be. Carlos told me they intend to entice Alfreita out of hiding with the engagement party tomorrow evening. Your father and his family are not men to cross. I’m afraid that this is not going to end well for anyone,” she says.
“Chase talked to me about it. I was more concerned before he told me that it was just intended to have people overhear a conversation and they don’t expect anything else to occur, but it’s still unnerving,” I say.
“We can only hope that it will be over soon I’m afraid,” she says. I feel like there is more she is not saying, but she’ll talk when she is ready. In the meantime, she regales me with the details of her newest marketing launch until we are both ready to turn in for the evening.
“It’s four in the morning; you’re just coming to bed?” I ask groggily as I wake to the sound of the door hours later. The room is dark, but I can discern his shadow from the light of the bedside lamp.
“Sorry I woke you, Baby,” he says, tossing his discarded clothes over the armchair before curling in beside me. He pulls me close and I relish in the warmth of his body next to mine.
“I’m worried about later and I couldn’t sleep well,” I say, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
