The Chase, Volume 2
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Authors: Jessica Wood
The Chase
Volume Two
Jessica Wood
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 by Jessica Wood
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ISBN- 13 978-1-940285-06-1
First Edition: June 2014
Cover Designer: Louisa
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Table of Contents
PROL
OGUE
“Dean, sometimes the most important things in life will happen when you least expect it. So who knows, maybe someday you’ll meet the most important person in your life on some seemingly ordinary day without even knowing it.”
That was one of the last things the Blonde Bitch from my past had said to me the moment she’d ripped out my heart. And that was one of the few things I couldn’t seem to erase from my memories of her, regardless of how many nameless women I’d fucked since then.
That is complete bullshit.
I had thought that then, and I still thought that now.
Those were the statements made by the same type of people who believed that Valentine’s Day was an actual holiday, and not some commercialized bullshit of a day created by Hallmark to make their billions. Those were the statements made by the same type of people who believed in love. Those were the statements made by the same type of people who thought it was possible to forgive and forget. Those were the
statements made by the weak person I once was when I still had a heart, when I had allowed another person to dictate my life.
But now, I’d changed for the better. I wasn’t one of those fools who believed in such nonsense. I had learned my lesson the hard way. The only thing I wanted now was to live a long and commitment-free life.
But ten years after the Blonde Bitch’s words, it had happened.
It was on an idle Wednesday evening when I had met Blair Parker
—
the brunette with the infinity tattoo on her wrist.
I had stopped by the grocery store on my way home from work to pick up my weekly supply of Trojan condoms—something I went through almost as frequently as my morning coffee. The second I had spotted
her, I knew she’d be my next target. As I had eyed her from head to toe, I thought I was ready for this chase and went in for the kill.
But I was wrong. I hadn’t been ready for this chase. Not by a long shot.
She was the wicked curve ball I’d never expected. She was the first woman to talk back to me, the first woman to resist me the way she had, the first woman to taunt me and take control of our cat and mouse game. She was the one woman I had to break my one and only rule to chase down. And when I finally conquered her as my 736th notch on my proverbial belt, I thought I’d finally won. I thought I could move on.
But I was once again wrong.
The second I had felt myself inside of her, I knew something was different this time around. Somehow without knowing it was happening, she had planted an insatiable need inside of me, a thirst for more of everything she had to offer. She was like a drug, and one taste of her had taken me on an indescribable high I didn’t want to come down from. I was hooked and I
needed
more.
But then life threw me another curve ball.
I was offered an opportunity of a lifetime. It was an opportunity to achieve the success I’d worked so hard for. It was an opportunity anyone in my position would kill for. It was an opportunity that I’d be crazy to say no to.
But there was a catch. There was a price to pay. There was something I needed to do in exchange for this opportunity.
To become the youngest partner at the most prestigious international law firm William & Sutter LLP, I had to make Blair the casualty of my success.
Chapt
er One
Blair
A hushed male voice in the other room woke me. I couldn’t make out what the man was saying, but something about that voice caused every nerve in my body to come alive with need.
I moaned as I shifted in the bed, slowly awakening from my heavy sleep. It took me another second to realize that I was naked under a layer of white satin sheets in a hotel room. Then, as if someone had opened the
floodgates to my memories, everything that had happened last night with Dean came rushing into my consciousness.
“Shit,” I groaned under my breath as I searched the room for my clothes. I got out
of the bed, wrapping the sheet around my body. I could still hear Dean’s voice from the bathroom. It sounded like he was on a call. “Fuck, I need to get out of here.” Panic coursed through me as I cringed at the memories of everything we’d done last night. How did I let things get this far? How did I let myself lose control like that?
In less than a minute, I was back in my Cleopatra outfit and heading toward the door, bracing myself for the walk of shame down to the underground garage of the hotel where my car was parked.
“Where are you going?” His sudden voice behind me jolted me to a halt.
My body stiffened as I felt his eyes burn onto my back. I took a deep breath before turning around to face him. “I’m leaving.”
“That’s it?”
“What are you talking about?” I finally met his eyes as I tried to figure out the meaning behind his question.
“Were you just going to leave like that without saying a word?”
His
tone was cold but I saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
“What’s there to say.
” I kept my voice flat as I held his gaze without showing my emotions. “I have a meeting this morning, so I need to leave.”
“On a
Saturday
morning?” He cocked an eyebrow skeptically.
“Yes,” I lied. “On a Saturday morning.” I was relieved that my voice hadn’t betrayed me and gave away my lie.
“Well…” He paused and I saw his face soften as he looked at me. “I thought that after last night, we could go grab some breakfast and talk, or something.” He watched me for a second and his lips twisted into a crooked smile. “Or we can just enjoy some strong
coffee
together.”
My stomach flipped at his invitation. There was a part of me that wanted to say yes. There was a part of me that wanted to be anyone but Blair Parker at that moment so that I could freely explore whatever it was that I was feeling with this man.
But reality was a bitch, and that wasn’t my fate. After everything that’d happened, after everything I’d given up, I’d worked too hard to have a wrong relationship ruin it all. Even if I were to overlook our professional relationship, I knew the type of guy Dean was. He was certainly in the “wrong relationship” category.
“Look, you’re my lawyer, and I’m your client. I think that’s all there is to it.” I turned my back to him as I tried to keep my personal feelings at bay. “Let’s just pretend last night didn’t happen. I think that’ll be the best thing for both of us.” I reached for the door and opened it.
“Stop.”
Something in his commanding voice caused me to obey and I stood in the middle of the opened door waiting for his next move. I wasn’t sure what it was about this man, but even from our very first interaction that night at the grocery store, I knew he had a power over me that I’d never felt before. I heard him approach me in silence. Every part of my brain screamed at me to walk out the door and leave immediately before this mistake became any bigger.
But my body wouldn’t listen as it rooted me in place.
I inhaled sharply when I felt his hands around my waist.
“What do you think you’re doing?” My question stammered out as I tried to suppress the growing need for him inside me.
“What do you think?” There was an edge of danger in his voice and I knew I had angered him. His hold was firm and forceful as he pulled me toward him.
“Dean, stop it.” I tried to push his hands off me.
“Say my name again.” He moved one hand down my side, tightening his grip as his fingers moved down on my skin.
“We can’t do this again,” I begged.
“But—“ he turned me around suddenly, forcing me to face him, and pulled me up against his naked body, his stiff manhood rubbed against the thin fabric of my Cleopatra outfit. “We
will
do this again. Because…” He held my waist with one hand as his other hand moved up to my face. His fingers traced the outlines of my face. “When I hear my name from those lips of yours…” He inserted his thumb between the opening of my lips. “I lose it, and all I can think about is the sheer pleasure of more than just my finger being inside of you.”
Against all reason, my lips molded around his thumb as it entered my mouth. His rough, callused skin was salty and hard against my tongue, and as it moved seductively between my lips, desire took a hold of me and I began to suck and lick his finger as I imagined his cock in its place.
“God, baby. You’re seriously driving me crazy.” He closed his eyes and threw his head back, and I watched with wild eyes as I saw his erection grow before me.
Suddenly he removed his thumb from my mouth and lifted me up onto the hallway console.
“We really can’t.” I squirmed in his hands as he spread my legs apart and ran his hands up along the inside of my thighs.
“Don’t play coy with me. I know you want this.” His voice was deep and hoarse as his hands disappeared under my skirt and slid behind my panties. “Now
tell
me you want this.”
I saw the fire burn in his eyes and I lost the last shred of control I’d been holding onto. Gasping for air, I spread my legs wider and nodded desperately for him to continue whatever he wanted to do with me.
“No. That’s not enough.” His commanding voice came out deep and restrained. “I want to hear you say you want this.”
“I don’t,” I managed to say in a last futile attempt to resist him. But then I felt one of his fingers move across my opening and
I became wet against his touch.
He leaned into me,
his hot breath against my neck. “Say it.”
I lost it at that moment. “I want it!” I screamed as I braced the console for support.
Instead of entering me with his fingers, he pulled down my panties and lowered his face toward my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” His eyes were wide with desire as he looked up at me from between my legs.
“Please, I want you now!” I cried out as the need for him became almost painful.
He snickered. “I love this demanding side of yours.” He held my gaze as he moved closer to my opening. I could feel the heat of his breath as he inhaled my scent and groaned in pleasure. “Ms. Parker, if you smell this fucking amazing, I cannot image how
incredibly
sweet you’re going to taste on my tongue.”
I swallowed hard at his words and tried to arch myself toward his face, desperate to close the inch of space between where his mouth was and where I wanted it to be. But I couldn’t move. His rough hands held me down, controlling my every moment, reminding me who was currently in control.
But I didn’t have to wait long before my need for him was quenched. I inhaled sharply as I felt his tongue hypnotically circle around my clit before it started to lick me up and down.
“Let me hear it again.” I heard a mixture of need and control in his voice as he waited for me to comply.
“Please,” I whimpered, desperate for what he would do next.
“Please what?”
“Please, I want this!” I cried, knowing he wouldn’t give me what I wanted if I didn’t say the exact words he wanted to hear.
Finally, I felt his wet tongue plunge inside me, causing my body to convulse against his every
thrust. As he moved faster and deeper inside me, he pushed me inch by inch toward my release.
Just as I was about to come all over his face, my phone started ringing in my purse, immediately bringing me out of my euphoric haze. It wasn’t just any call. From the special ringtone that sounded, I knew it was my brother Trent.
My body stiffened as I came back to reality.
Shit, what the fuck am I doing?
“Stop! Please stop.” With all the strength I could muster, I pushed Dean off me. “We can’t do this.” My voice was shaky but determined as my phone continued to ring, jolting me awake with each passing second.
“What the fuck.” There was a mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes when he looked up at me in confusion.
“I should go. I need to take this call.”
“That call can wait,” he insisted as he forced my legs apart again.
“No.” I got off the console. “It’s Trent. It cannot wait. I shouldn’t even be here.” I glared at him.
To my surprise, instead of challenging me and taking control of the situation, he froze and backed off. “Are you really going to take that right now?”
There was something in his voice that left me unsettled. But before I could think about it further, my phone began ringing again, demanding my immediate attention. “Yes, I need to take this.”
Before Dean had a chance to distract me again, I walked quickly to the door and walked out of the room. As soon as I got out of earshot of Dean’s hotel room, I answered the phone.
“Hi, Trent.”
“Where the hell have you been? How come it took you so long to respond?”
From his heavy breathing and booming voice, I knew he was not in a good mood. “Sorry. I—uh, I was in the shower.”
“It’s almost ten, Blair.”
“I—” I tried to explain, but he cut me off.