He chuckled. “It’s sort of over.” My growl of frustration prompted him to continue. “Dash and Ember are getting married a week from Saturday. You’re invited to her bachelorette party this weekend, and she wants you to be a bridesmaid.”
I squealed with excitement. “That means I will have to come to Croftridge two weekends in a row!”
“Does that mean I can tell her you accepted both of her invitations?”
“Yes!” I yelled into the phone.
***
Color me surprised when Hilarie asked me at dinner the following day if I had plans for the weekend. My inner bitch wanted to ask if the guy she had been wrapped up in finally got sick of her, but I didn’t. Keeping my irritation at bay, I replied, “I do. My friend, Ember, is getting married next weekend and her bachelorette party is this weekend.”
Hilarie scrunched her nose. “So, you’ll be in Croftridge two weekends in a row? What am I supposed to do?”
I wanted to slap her but managed to refrain. “I would assume whatever you’ve been doing for the last few weekends. My activities, or lack thereof, weren’t a concern to you then, so they shouldn’t be now.”
Her eyebrows rose. “My man has to work this weekend, so I won’t get to see him. Where’s your guard dog been?”
“Assuming you are referring to Carbon, he’s been in Croftridge.”
Her countenance changed into what I could only describe as fake sympathy. She reached across the table to pat my hand. “Aw, sweetie. Did you guys break up?”
I jerked my hand back. “No, we didn’t break up. I told you we weren’t a couple. You have to be a couple to break up.” That wasn’t a lie. I did tell her we weren’t a couple; I just never told her we had become a couple. I sighed, “Can we talk about something other than Carbon?”
“Of course,” she smiled and changed the subject.
The rest of dinner was uncomfortable, at least it was for me. She more or less admitted that she wanted to do something with me only because her man was busy. That just pissed me off. I cooled off on the drive home and decided that I would deal with Hilarie next week. Nothing was going to put a damper on my weekend with my man.
Hilarie avoided me the next two days at work, and I had no complaints about it. I didn’t want to act like nothing was wrong, and I didn’t want to discuss my issues with her either. As soon as the center closed on Friday, Titan and I drove straight to Croftridge. Chase told me to let myself in when I arrived because he wouldn’t be home until after 7:00 pm. I was slightly disappointed at that news but figured I could use the time to freshen up and maybe put on something cute for him.
Titan did his perimeter check of the condo while I headed upstairs to Chase’s bedroom. I dropped my bags beside the bed and turned to go to the bathroom. My mouth was covered by a large hand before a scream could escape me. “It’s me, baby,” Chase whispered in my ear before trailing his lips down my neck.
I tried to turn around so I could wrap my arms around him, but he held me firmly in place. He kept one hand over my mouth while he tangled the other in my hair. “Strip,” he ordered. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he wanted to play. That was fine with me. I’d missed his dominating ass.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled against his hand and promptly began removing every stitch of clothing from my body. This was rather easy given my previous profession as well as the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. A tug on one string had my wrap around dress opening and sliding down my body to pool at my feet.
Chase’s groan turned into a growl while his hand tightened in my hair. “Naughty, naughty little minx.”
The hand covering my mouth slowly moved down to cup my breast before he captured my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He used his hold on me to guide me to the bed and bend me over the end of it.
“When did you take your panties off?” he asked while smoothing his large palm over my bare backside.
Shit. He wasn’t going to like my answer, but he would know if I didn’t tell him the truth. “I didn’t put any on when I got dressed this morning.”
He squeezed my left butt cheek. “You’re telling me my pussy has been uncovered under this flimsy excuse for a dress all fucking day?”
“Yes, sir.”
He chuckled darkly and slid his hand down to slip two fingers inside of me, finding me wet and ready. He moved them in and out twice and paused, seeming to get himself under control. “Did you do that knowing it would rile me up? Is that what you wanted, Harper?”
He called me by my name. I knew that was his way of asking if I was ready for what he wanted to give me. He wanted to play rough and wanted to be sure I was right there with him. “Yes, sir.”
The fingers inside of me started pumping again, causing me to push back against him in a fruitless attempt to find the friction I needed. Suddenly, the fingers were gone and a loud smack resonated in the otherwise quiet room before heat bloomed across my ass. Smack after smack was delivered until I was begging for him to stop spanking and start fucking. After the last smack, he demanded, “On the bed. Hands and knees.”
I quickly obliged, proudly sticking my reddened ass into the air. It had been so long since I’d been with him and I was more than ready for anything he wanted to give me.
Chase climbed onto the bed behind me and instructed me to spread my legs wider. The moment I did, he slid into me to the hilt and pumped twice before he pulled out completely. “Naughty pussies don’t get rewarded,” he growled while he pressed the tip of his dick to my rear entrance.
I tensed for a brief moment, but it didn’t go unnoticed. It wasn’t the first time for us, but we didn’t do it often, and it had been a while since the last time. I definitely wasn’t expecting it. He paused and gave my hips a gentle squeeze. “I’m good,” I said softly.