Page 14 of Degrees of Power
“Jenny!” she says, laughing.
Chase grins widely. “So it would appear we’re off to a wonderful Christmas Eve tradition,” he says, grasping my hand.
“Indeed it does,” my father says, beaming.
“Jenny, Katarina and I will be staying until after lunch and then leaving for our honeymoon. Gaby is visiting family in the area for a few days and then will fly back to Chicago. Matt can have the jet take you back whenever you want, just connect with him directly,” he says.
“Thanks, Chase. That’s very generous of you. I’ll let him know that I’d like to head back to New York shortly after you leave. These two love birds should have a little more time to themselves on their first Christmas together,” she says.
“You are welcome here as long as you’d like to stay, Jenny,” my mom says, blushing.
“I greatly appreciate the offer Karissa, but I’d like to get back home, too,” she says.
The morning is special, the first Christmas that I have ever spent with my father, my parents together, my best friend, and married to the man that I love. Lunch consists of an herb crusted prime rib that smells heavily of garlic, butter, wine, and rosemary. The potatoes are slow roasted with a side of almond flavored green beans.
My mother and I are talking in the kitchen before dessert is served when Chase walks in eyeing the variety of fruit and cream pies that adorn the countertops.
“Mom, you know the pies are not safe with Chase around,” I say, grinning at him as he eyes them with obvious delight.
“Here,” I say, taking a knife from the kitchen counter. “We can split a few different types,” I say, cutting several in half.
“I knew there was a reason I married you,” he says, grinning.
“Save room for the real dessert,” I say quietly, as my mom walks out of the room to return to the dining room.
“Oh, Baby, you need ask only once,” he says, standing behind me, pushing his growing hardness into my behind while slipping his hands under my skirt to cup my ass cheeks.
“Chase,” I say barely above a whisper, hoping no one walks back into the kitchen.
“I believe you started this. Always so ready for me, Baby. You have no idea how much I like that,” he says, rubbing the wetness along my sex and slipping a finger inside of me while kissing and suckling the sensitive skin of my earlobe and neck. His strokes are slow and long, curling into that special spot that makes my desire flame.
“Hmm, that feels so good,” I say, softly pushing back into the fingers that are making me needy with want before he slows their movement and then abruptly removes them.
I sigh, trying to regulate my breathing and to gain control of my want, knowing that I am in for a long day spent on the edge of neediness.
He turns me to face him and places his fingers between his lips, licking my desire from them. “You’re right, the real dessert is amazing, just a small taste to tide me over for a bit,” he says, parting my lips so that I can taste my own desire on his tongue. “Now quit provoking your husband and go spend some time with your family. We’ll be leaving shortly,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose.
CHAPTER FIVE
The helicopter ride tothe airport from Chappaqua is uneventful and the Gulfstream is on the private tarmac waiting for us to board. Chase guides me toward the plane and I squeal as he unexpectedly scoops me into his arms and carries me up the ramp while security hoots and hollers in the background.
“Chase!”
“It’s tradition, Baby. Behave,” he says, laughing.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” the pilot says, greeting us at the entrance and grinning from ear to ear as Chase sets me down.
“Thanks, Paul. I appreciate you making the trip with us today. I hope you were able to spend time with your family this morning,” Chase says, shaking his hand.
“Oh, yes. We had a great morning watching the kids open gifts, attended church service and even had time for lunch with the family. And, thank you for the generous bonus. I’m going to use it take the wife and kids on vacation over spring break and remodel the house a bit,” he says.
“Excellent, I’ll have my assistant connect with you when we return. Let’s talk about dates so we can ensure one of the Gulfstreams and a pilot is available. I appreciate you giving up part of your family’s holiday for us this year,” Chase says, guiding me past the security suite behind the cockpit and into the living space.
The main cabin boasts a beige leather sofa with extended chaise in front of a floor-to- ceiling stone fireplace, which is already glowing, and emitting warmth throughout the cozy room. There is a small dining table and two chairs on one side of the plane positioned in front of an oblong window, with various leather reclining chairs scattered throughout the cabin.
Chase pulls me onto the sofa with him as the captain announces an impeding take off. “You know how much I enjoy restraining you?” he asks, buckling me in for takeoff.
“As much as I like it?” I ask, kissing his lip.
