Being Chased (26 page)

"I promise, it is. You're the only one I want." The Kid never knew if he should take the lead in a situation like this or let the Boss guide the way. As it was, the Boss took charge, putting her hand on his crotch.

"I'd better be the only one
,” she purred in his ear. “And now, Josh, I want you to fuck me like your life depends on it... because it does."

"Oh, yes, God, Josh, your tongue feels so good. I think I might have it cut out, bronzed and made into a trophy."

Josh
paused for a second, picturing the tongue trophy as a real possibility considering who he was dealing with. He shuddered involuntarily.

"Why are you stopping? Do I need to get
Brady in here to turn that idea into a reality?"

The Boss was bent over her desk face down, legs spread.
Josh knelt behind her between her high-heel clad feet that were on the floor, straddling either side of him, grabbing her ass hard just like she liked it. He ran his tongue over her softest parts, sucking, licking, tasting all of her, wanting to vomit. Yes, she was gorgeous. She was sexy. Powerful. But being forced to eat someone out didn't really sit well with his stomach. Now, if he'd 
seduced
 her, getting her wet and ready for him on 
his 
terms, that he could handle. This? This was impotence just waiting to happen, his nerves making it tough to get primed for her. And God forbid if he couldn't perform. He could only imagine what other body part of his she'd have bronzed and sitting in her trophy case if that happened.

"Right there. Oh, do that again! Yes!
Oh, God! Oh, God! OH, GOD!" Holy shit, she was loud. The two goons outside might hear her and think he was hurting her. He pictured one of them breaking the door down then beating the shit out of him.

Also
, performing cunnilingus on this woman wasn't something that made Josh proud as it usually did with any other woman. If he could make a woman fidget and scream like this, he'd usually be the cockiest son of a bitch this side of the Mississippi. In the Boss's case, he just felt lucky and relieved that he could get her off. He didn't want to find out what would happen if he didn't succeed.

The Boss turned around
to lean against her desk, looking hungrily at him, her forehead laced in sweat, her face flushed. "C'mere, Daddy."

T
hat was another thing that totally grossed him out. She was old enough to be his mother, yet she was calling
him
"Daddy."

God, what had he done to deserve this? That would be plenty, he guessed.

"Give me that big cock of yours, Daddy." She reached out to unbuckle his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans pulling them and his boxers down. She grabbed his length, tugging him toward her. Um. Ouch. "Fuck me. Hard. I want you to make me come again."

Usually, this would be highly erotic, being told what to do by a woman.
But this? This was just horrifying. Josh felt like his life depended on how many times he could make her climax.         She sat on the desk and he entered her as her legs wrapped around his waist, and he began to pound the shit out of her. It seemed the harder he went, the more she liked it, so he drilled more rigorously and deeper making her cry out enthusiastically. He grabbed hold of her hair with one hand, which made her moan even louder. Shoving her down onto the desk, he placed a hand around her neck practically choking her and she screamed out a "Yes!" surprising the hell out of him. Who was this chick? She obviously liked it fucking rough. Or rough fucking, so the case may be. His anger at the situation took over then as he penetrated her brutally, viciously clamping his hand around her throat tighter. Just as he was about to come, he realized, with no small amount of disgust, what he'd been doing and removed his hand from her neck, then thrust forcefully as he orgasmed inside her.

"
Ungh!" she hollered, and climaxed intensely around him. "Oh, God, you're the best!"

Josh
removed himself from inside her, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door, turning around to throw up into the toilet as quietly as he could. Didn't want to piss off the Boss by letting her hear him retching. He hated being her "love slave" or whatever the hell he was. For the umpteenth time he cursed silently, remonstrating himself for his gambling woes. He thought about how he could get out of the whole situation. Maybe he could run away and change his identity. Yeah, that'd be a great life to lead, always looking over his shoulder to see if he'd been found. Maybe he could go to the cops and turn everyone in, getting immunity for his good deed. Right, then he'd wake up dead the next morning because these people had all sorts of connections he probably didn't know about. He wasn't sure what to do. He guessed the only thing he 
could
 do was to stick it out and try to make it out of this gig alive. He could do that. He'd just hang in there hoping he'd be breathing when it was all over. Once he felt a little better, he splashed water on his messed-up face, checking out the bruising and swelling of his nose then adjusted his clothes and walked back into the office.

"Now, what theater was the girl at?" the Boss asked as she zipped up her black leather pants, looking in the mirror, fixing her hair, and telling him the plans for the evening.

****

Staring at herself in the mirror,
Julia had to shake her head. Yep, still a dumbass.

Are you happy now, stupid? Yeah, you.
You've pushed him away and for what?

Hello? Uh, for his life.

But wasn't that what he'd been hired for in the first place? To save 
your
 life... keep 
you 
safe... not the other way around. And it's not like he's incapable of taking care of you. You've seen him fight. He can more than handle himself.

Upon leaving the restroom, she froze when she saw
Chase leaning against the wall a few feet down the hallway, his arms folded across his chest, looking at her. He had the same fierce look on his face that he'd had when he'd come into the apartment earlier. Wow.

"Couldn't handle it?" he asked with a smirk. He knew she'd left because the sex scene had been pretty intense, and, well, yeah, it hadn't been easy for him to watch either.

"Handle what?" she asked quietly.

"You don't fool me,
Julia." His eyes penetrated hers making her breathing speed up. How did he have this much control over her?

She couldn't talk. She wanted to tell him she was sorry. Tell him that she loved him. Tell him that she was only trying to protect him.
But her throat locked up and nothing would come out. She took a deep breath, resolving to stick to "the plan," and walked past him.

He reached out and grabbed her arm
, jerking her to him, his mouth at her ear. "I don't know what you think you're trying to prove, Julia." Goddamn it. If they were over, he at least wanted to give her a proper goodbye. Turning her to face him, holding her upper arms, his lips came down on hers hard, his tongue entering her mouth, and as it met hers, a low moan came from deep in her throat. He knew then that all her acting had been just that—acting.

She
pulled away, keeping her eyes down. "Chase, no. We can't do this. It's not safe for us to be togeth—"

"
Julia, just shut up." She looked up at him then glanced away, not being able to handle his eyes on hers. "Look. I'm not stupid. I know what you're up to with all this shit you're pulling."

"I'm not up to anything,
Chase," she said, her eyes cast down at his feet.

"Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me. Tell me you don't want me anymore."

Her head flew up and her eyes met his. Was he serious? She panicked, looking around at the various movie posters on the wall. She felt herself starting to sweat. Great. No way could she say that to him. She was a horrible liar. Horrible at keeping things in. Always had been. The Christmas she'd snuck into her parents' closet and had seen the Furby she'd wanted waiting to be wrapped, she could hardly hold
 that
 in. When being tucked in that night, her mother had asked what she wanted Santa to bring her and she'd blurted, "The Furby in the closet!" pretty much telling on herself. She decided to stay quiet because she knew Chase would read her like a book if she opened her damn mouth.

"I want to hear you say it,
Julia. Tell me, and I'll leave you alone for good. Say it." He still held her upper arms shaking her a bit, bending lower trying to get her to look at him.

She swallo
wed roughly, then whispered, "I- I don't want to say it."

He pulled her into a nearby storage room, shutting and locking the door. Inside the darkened room, he pressed her back against the door with his body and kissed h
er long and hard making a point to show her that she did love him. That they were meant to be together. When she kissed him back with the same passion, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him to her with all her might, he knew his point had been proven. He groaned at how fervidly she responded to him, as their tongues moved frantically against each other. He turned her to face the door, pushing her against it with his body. His hands ran down her arms, and taking her hands in his, he pulled her arms above her head then held her wrists in one hand high against the door. Pressing his hard cock against her back, he whispered in her ear, "You can't say it, Julia, because you know it's not true. I know how you feel about me. You're not fooling anyone."

She groaned. "
Chase, I don't want you to be hurt trying to watch out for..."

"
Shhh." His hand moved across her belly, going under her t-shirt, moving up under her bra so he could grasp her breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, making her gasp and buck back against him. "I know you like my hands on you, don't you? All you've got to do is tell me to stop."

"Oh, God..."

His hand moved down to unbutton and unzip her jeans, then flattening his palm against her, he slid it down inside her panties, his fingers feeling how wet she was for him. "Julia..." Still holding her hands above her, he pulled her jeans and panties down with his other hand then unbuttoned his own jeans, pulling his cock out. "Tell me you want me to stop, Julia."

"Chase
..."

He bent lower, running his hard cock between her legs. "Tell me,
Julia. I want to hear you tell me to stop." His hot breath was in her ear, giving her chills. His hand came around to the front, his fingers finding her slick wetness, pressing against her, moving in circles. "Tell me."

"I can't
." She started crying. "I don't want you to stop." The tears ran down her face. He still wanted her, and God knew she wanted him.

His lips were on
the side of her neck, sucking, licking, biting then moved back up to her ear. "Tell me what you want, Julia," he whispered.

"I want... I want you,
Chase. I want you." At that moment, he pushed his length up inside her, making her cry out.

"Is that what you want?" he asked as he moved in her, pushing up hard, making her breath catch.

She let out a moan. "Yes, it's what I want, God, yes."

Letting her wrists go, both hands went to her hips as he pulled her into him, driving his cock powerfully inside her. Her hands went flat against the door so
she was bent over, as she thrust her ass toward him.

"You like me inside you, don't you?"

"Yes... so deep... Oh, God... so big."

He leaned over her, his hand moving to her breast, his fingers working her nipple, his other hand tight on her belly. God, she felt amazing. It seemed like he'd been
without her for so long. What kind of hold did she have over him? She totally owned him, and didn't that suit him just fine.

"
Julia, I want you to come for me. Can you do that?" His hand moved down to trace circles on her again, making an erotic sound come out of her. He could feel she was literally dripping wet as he glided in and out of her.

"Oh
!" she cried out, feeling herself getting close. "Faster!" she hissed.

Hell, yeah, he could go faster.
He plunged inside her harder and faster then felt her clamping down on him as she reached her climax. "Jesus, Julia, you feel so damn good."

His own climax came soon af
ter as he thrust hard, moving until he was spent. Staying inside her, he bent, wrapping his arms around her waist. Breathing heavily, he held her close, his face resting against her back. He kissed her shoulder then stood straight, pulling her up with him as he slid out of her. He turned her to face him then kissed her almost desperately. "I love you, Julia. I don't want to be without you."

She wrapped
her arms around his neck as she started to sob like a baby. "I… thought I'd… lost you. I… love you…"

He held her tightly, closing his eyes and thanking God that she felt the same way
he did.

"I'm… so… sorry…" Her whole body was wracked with her sobs. "M
y… thoughts have been so… scrambled. I don't… know… what I was thinking. I… never want… to be without you… either. Twenty-four… hours… was enough."

He kept his arms wrapped tightly around her. "
Shhh. It's okay, baby."

This brought on another wave of tears. "You… called me… '
baby'… I… didn't think… I'd… ever… hear… that again."