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My body began to shake as he pumped harder, faster, deeper.

“Come, Reese.”

His voice was so strained and gruff, it was enough to push me over the edge. Just as I began to cry out his name, he smothered my sound with a kiss. By the time the last quake had wracked through my body, I felt as if he’d swallowed my orgasm whole…swallowed me whole.

Eventually, my pants became breaths, and the rise and fall of Chase’s chest, plastered to my back, slowed in unison. He kissed my lips gently before going to his en suite bathroom to clean up and bring me a warm washcloth. I breathed out a sigh of contentment, feeling sated and relaxed.

But all that changed when a knock came at the door.

Chapter 24

REESE

My cheeks were flushed, my hair was a disheveled mess, and I looked exactly what I was. Fucked. I’d scurried into the bathroom so Chase could answer the door to his office. Looking in the mirror now, there was no doubt I’d made the right choice. I was even more certain of that when I heard Samantha’s voice. Great, the VP of human resources had just walked into Chase’s office, and it probably still reeked of sex.

The serenity I’d felt not three minutes ago was long gone—replaced by its evil friend, paranoia.

Were we loud?

Was I loud?

Did the whole office hear?

What was I doing? I’d set ground rules and promptly broken them the first time Chase pushed a little. Had I learned nothing from my mistakes?

Feeling vulnerable, I tiptoed to the door and pressed my ear against it.

“What were you doing in here?” Samantha asked.

“I was on the phone.”

Her voice sounded suspicious. I pictured her squinting her eyes as she spoke. “With whom?”

“A supplier. Not that it’s any of your business. What do you need, Sam?”

Her voice became more distant, and I had to strain to hear. She must have walked to the windows or the seating area on the other side of the room. “Detective Balsamo called me this morning. She said she’s been trying to reach you.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“That’s why I’m here asking the question. It’s not like you to blow off anything related to Peyton. There was a time when they couldn’t get you out of the police station, you were so involved.”

“That was the same time when I blew off my work and spent most nights drunk. Not sure I want to go back to those days.”

“I get that. I do. But I wanted to make sure nothing else was going on. You seem…different lately.”

“Different? How?”

“I don’t know. More jovial, I suppose.”

“Jovial? What am I? A jolly old fat guy who rides around in a sleigh?”

“Something’s going on with you. I can tell. Are you seeing someone new?”

The room went quiet for a minute, and I wondered how he was going to respond. A part of me wanted him to say he was seeing someone, just to hear him declare it out loud to one of his closest friends. Then again, he was talking to the vice president of human resources at my place of employment—probably not the best person to make that declaration to.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am seeing someone.”

“Someone you’ve gone out with more than once?”