Page 9 of Trainer

“Your driver,” she whispered in my ear. “Not in front of him.”

Cock-blocked by Jeremy, I thought. Should have got a limo with the divider.

But Cady was right; we didn’t need an audience. Not for this.

“We almost there, Jeremy?” I asked.

“Almost, boss,” he replied.

“Almost there?” Cady asked, confused. “We’re not even out of Manhattan. Long Island is a long drive from here.”

“That’s fine,” I smiled. “We’re not going to Long Island. We’re going to my penthouse.”

Cady looked at me, still confused, then a knowing smile crossed her lips and she slapped me on the shoulder.

“You jerk!” she laughed. “This was your plan all along!”

“It might have been,” I smiled. She opened her mouth to say something else but I silenced her with a deep kiss. Her lips were plump, firm, moist, and making me lust for what she was hiding between her legs—barely hiding beneath her skirt.

I could barely keep myself from tearing her clothes off for the rest of the ride to the apartment, and by the time Jeremy had the car parked, I was ready to bust in my pants. Cady was a goddess and I was dead sure I wasn’t going to be able to last when I finally got inside her.

I raised myself up off of her and stared into her gorgeous blue eyes. I could see the innocence hiding behind them. This wasn’t a girl who’d been around the block; this was a girl who’d barely even stepped out onto the pavement. And I was going to show her ever

ything.

“Come on,” I whispered, taking her hand. “I’ll see ya, Jeremy.”

“See ya, boss.”

I could hear the sly tone in his voice and knew I’d have to give him a talking to later. He assumed this was just me taking home a girl who’d caught my eye, but he had no idea.

The truth of the matter was that I was completely possessed by Cady. It was like she had a gravitational pull on me that I was powerless to resist. I wanted to worship at the altar of her body, please her in every way possible, and make her come so many times she could no longer speak.

I didn’t know how many times some online or print publication had speculated about when “New York’s Most Eligible Bachelor” would find a “nice girl” and settle down, but as I stepped into the private elevator that would take me up to the penthouse, I had a feeling they were finally going to have something to write about.

“This is…fancy,” Cady said softly as I pressed the button and the doors shut and the elevator began to rise.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I grinned.

I tugged her hand and pulled her to me, crushed my lips against hers, and cupped her ass as we rode the elevator to the top floor. All it took was a quick flick of my fingertips to get her skirt up over her hips and my hands on her soft skin.

I probed deeper with my fingers and felt her wetness practically dripping out of her. She was ready, and so was I.

“Chase…” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, princess?”

“I—I don’t just want to be another girl that you do this with,” she said. “Tell them you want a tennis lesson…bring them back to your amazing apartment…”

“That’s not what this is,” I told her firmly. “I promise you, Cady. And I would never lie to you.”

“You already did,” she said with a soft smile. “When you told me we were going to play tennis today.”

She had me there.

“Okay, a white lie,” I replied. “And the only one I’ll ever tell you. I promise.”

Cady twisted her lips in thought.

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