“We can lie to ourselves for a bit longer,” he murmurs against my hair.

  “What about you getting yours?”

  “You know me. I’ve always been satisfied by just you getting yours,” he reminds me.

  “I know, but still…” I look up at him. “You deserve to be pleased after those orgasms.”

  He smirks at my words. His fingers trace along the length of my arm.

  “I’m happy as long as you’re happy. I promise,” he smiles.

  I know he means what he says; however, I’m not going to be fully satisfied until he comes. Plus, it will be a nice distraction from the emotions racing through my mind.

  I grab his dick, which is semi-hard. It jolts to life from my touch as though I hit the on switch. Chance groans and takes a deep breath.

  So sexy.

  Slowly, I stroke from his shaft all the way up to the tip and back down. I do it over and over again. With each stroke, I grip him harder and jerk him faster. Chance’s fingertips are digging into my hip. Moans, groans, and curses of pleasure slip past his lips.

  “Baby, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he warns.

  “Now, you know you aren’t allowed to come unless it’s inside me.”

  His cock throbs in my hand.

  “Fuuuuck,” he growls. “Let me fill you.”

  My pussy throbs, and I suck in a sharp breath.

  “Come take what’s yours,” I say without thought.

  I don’t have to tell him twice. Within seconds, I’m on my back, and he has my legs up on his chest. The tip of his cock is pressing into my wetness. He’s looking down at me with lust-filled eyes.

  “I’ll do my best to be gentle,” he whispers. I nod and open my legs. “Fuuuck. Wrap those beautiful legs around me.”

  I do as instructed, and he slowly slides inside me. Everything stretches to fit his size. Even if I had sex with someone after we broke up, it wouldn’t matter. Chance is big and will always stretch me. Always.

  “Chance,” I whimper, grabbing at the sheets beneath me.

  “Sorry, Baby. Let me ease in you.”

  He thrusts the tip in and out, and each time works his way deeper inside me. Pain and pleasure are flowing through me. As though he can read my mind, he teases my clit with his fingers. The pleasure soon outweighs the pain, and he’s all the way inside me. He stills and looks down at me.

  “You okay?” he asks, still rubbing my clit.

  “Yes. Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please. Don’t stop.”

  He grins cockily and then slides all the way out to the tip.

  “Chance,” I complain. “I said don’t–”

  He slams balls deep inside me.

  “Chance!” I scream as my pussy throbs, my tits bounce, and my body floods with pleasure.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Baby,” he moans, looking down at me. “I’m going to try to last.”

  “Fill me!” I order. I don’t care if it’s five seconds; I desperately need his cum.

  “Naughty ass,” he growls, ramming in and out of me. One of his hands holds my shoulder, keeping me from moving on the bed. “I’m going to fuck this pretty, tight pussy multiple times. Fuck you over and over again. Have you come all over me. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  His hand playing with my clit moves, and he slaps the side of my ass.

  “Yes, Sir!” I correct.

  “Good girl,” he smirks and rubs my ass gently where he had struck. “Damn… I missed this.”

  “Me too.” It’s all I can say between the hard pounding he’s giving me.

  His hand goes back to taunting my clit. An orgasm is already building inside me. I’m ready to explode all over him.

  “Chance,” I whimper.

  “Feel good, Baby?”

  “Yes,” I reply, earning me a look from him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re so sexy. I don’t think I’m going to last. I’ll make it up to you,” he moans, moving my legs back to his chest. “I want to go deeper when I fill you.”

  Those words are all my body needs to release. An orgasm strikes me fast and hard. I dig my nails into the covers to keep from scratching Chance to pieces.

  “Fuck. Ashlynn. I’m…”

  “Fill me. Now!” I cry out as another orgasm shatters me.

  “Mine,” he roars as he rams deep inside me and holds still.

  I can feel his come exploding inside me. It only adds to my orgasm. My hips lift off the bed, and I push him deeper inside me.

  “Fuck,” he groans, biting my ankle and sending what feels like electricity through me.

  I flail beneath him with a need for something. More? Less? The emotions are intense and overwhelming. I’ve missed how good Chance can make me feel. Missed the closeness. Missed his touch. Everything.

  When my orgasm finally dies down, I let out a breath of exhaustion. Chance chuckles and kisses both of my ankles.

  “Feel better, Baby?” he asks.

  “Much, much better,” I admit sleepily.

  “Guess you aren’t up for a round two?” he smirks.

  “I’m always up for a round two,” I reply, making him laugh.

  “Good. Because I still want to bend you over and watch that perfect ass bounce.”

  Ask, and you shall receive because that’s exactly what happened next. There wasn’t a single place left untouched in my bedroom. Chance pleased me throughout the night, leaving me with very little sleep; however, I didn’t have a single complaint. I got to feel his arms around me as I drifted off to sleep. The perfect ending to a perfect night.

  Chapter Seven

  CHANCE

  When the alarm on my phone went off, it had taken everything in me to leave Ashlynn’s bed. I wanted to stay right there and never leave. But Ashylnn wasn’t having that. She harped about how important it was to show up to work on time and told me that if I went on time, I could come over tonight.

  So here I am at this shitty ass job, baking in the sun and miserable. I keep reminding myself that I’m doing this to prove to Ashlynn that I can be a good worker and not because I’ll go back to prison. Honestly, they’re both good reasons to keep my nose clean.

  I didn’t think I’d be given a second chance with Ashylnn in any form. I know I’m thinking ahead of myself by thinking about us getting back together; however, I can’t help it. It’s what I want more than anything in this world. To rebuild what we had.

  “Hey, Daydreamer! You going to work today?” Oscar Loretto, one of my asshole coworkers, yells.

  He’s been on my case since day one. He thinks he knows everything and tries to boss everyone around when the real bosses aren’t looking. I’ve bitten my tongue so far, but I know it won’t be long until I lose it on him.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” I mutter.

  “How about you go direct traffic for a while?”

  “What? Why the fuck would I want to do that boring ass job,” I growl.

  My supervisor, Mike, hears us and walks over. He has a clipboard in his hand, and he looks annoyed.

  “What’s going on now with you two?” Mike asks.

  “I’m good,” I reply.

  “He’s slacking off again. I told him to go direct traffic since he has nothing better to do,” Oscar says, pointing towards the road with bumper-to-bumper traffic.

  “Chill out, Loretto. I’m not in the mood today,” Mike replies, catching us both off guard. Usually, he takes Oscar’s side.

  “But–” Oscar retorts.

  “Do you even know who you are messing with?” Mike points at me. “You have no clue who he is, do you?”

  Mike’s words have gained the attention of several of the other guys. They’re now looking at us.

  “He’s just some kid who got into some trouble, and now we have to hold his hand for the next six months,” Oscar replies.

  “I’m telling you now, you want to watch how you talk to him,” Mike pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Is there a particular job you want to do, DeLuca? Name it, and it’s yours.”

  We all look at Mike as though he’s lost his damn mind. What the hell has gotten into him? He’s always treated me like the other guys. There’s been no special treatment, so why now. Unless…

  “Did you get a phone call?” I groan.

  “I’m not at liberty to say. I just need to make sure you’re taken care of.” He looks me in the eyes. There’s fear in them.

  “Don’t worry about that call. I’ll take care of it.”

  “What call? What’s going on, Boss? You being threatened?” Oscar asks.

  Those nearby walk over to see what the problem is. I can’t blame them. They all respect Mike, so it’s only natural they want to protect him; however, they have no idea who they’re up against.

  “I’m fine. Just don’t mess with DeLuca anymore. If he tells you to leave him alone, leave him the hell alone. No exceptions,” Mike replies.

  “I don’t need any special treatment. I’m here as a laborer, and that’s what I’m going to do,” I growl. I don’t need anyone babying me. I can work just as hard as any of these guys out here. “Don’t you guys have a road to build? I’m going to go pick up the scraps.”

  “Don’t. I’ll find you something else to do,” Mike shakes his head. “You can help Pete in the office with making copies or something.”

  “What? Why the hell would I do that? That’s not what I’m here to do.”

  “DeLuca, just stay–”

  “No. I’m going to go pick up the scraps and you guys go build the damn road so my family stops calling me, asking when you’re going to be done. At break, I’ll make the call and tell him to back off. You don’t have anything to worry about. You have my word.”

  With that, I walk off and start to do my job. Knowing my dad has zero faith in me doing this job on my own pisses me off. I know I’ve been spoiled my entire life, but I’m no wimp. I can handle my own. I’ll take care of business just like usual. And, now that Ashlynn is around, I’ll use thoughts of her to get me through whatever challenges this job throws my way.

  ***

  “Hey, Chance. How’s it going?” my dad answers perkier than usual.

  “Hey, Dad,” I reply, trying to hide my annoyance.

  It’s been a long ass day and he didn’t help it any. Now all of the guys are going out of their way to assist me, even in the littlest, dumbest stuff. I tell them no, and they insist on helping. It drove me bat shit crazy. It pissed me off more than the blazing sun.

  “What’s the matter with you?” he asks.

  “I need a favor.”

  That’s not what I really want to say. I really want to say What the hell is the matter with you? Why the hell did you call my boss and threaten him? Do you think I’m two?

  “What kind of favor?” I can tell his curiosity is peeked by the way he’s asking.

  “I need whoever called my boss to call him again and tell him he has nothing to worry about.”

  “What?” he laughs. “You want me to apologize?”

  “No. Not an apology. Just let him know he doesn’t need to worry about anything. He’s scared shitless. He’s been nice to me; however, now he’s afraid of me and keeps trying to give me bullshit ass jobs.”

  “And you don’t want these easier jobs?” He sounds completely shocked, which pisses me off. Has he always thought of me as a wuss?

  “I can handle construction. I’m not a weak ass. What man wants to be inside making copies and filing stuff? That’s not manly at all. That’s a damn insult to my manliness.”

  “I see.” I can't tell if he’s saying it in a threatening manner or actually listening to my words.

  “I appreciate you making the call, Dad. I really do. But this is something I need to take care of on my own. Ya know?”

  There is a long silent pause. It makes my stomach knot. I can only imagine what he is thinking or about to say.

  “That’s my boy,” he says proudly. “I’ll have Matteo make the call. We won’t interfere again without you asking. Suona bene?” Sound good?

  “Suona bene. Grazie.” Sounds good. Thank you.

  Chapter Eight

  ASHLYNN

  Work went by pleasantly fast. No matter what was thrown at me, I took it with a smile. My coworkers even commented on my good mood. If they only knew the truth.

  I knew I shouldn’t be in a good mood, but I couldn’t help it. I was clinging to hope. Hope that Chance and I can fix things, whether that is just friends or a true relationship. Only time will tell.

  I park my car, grab my purse, and get out. I head towards the apartment building, locking my car door behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot two black SUV’s parked across the street. The men standing next to them quickly turn their backs when I look at them.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I giggle, making my way over to them. “Long time no see, gentleman.”

  “Miss Prior,” they say, facing me and bowing their heads slightly.

  “Babysitting Chance?” I tease. A few of them chuckle, and they all shake their heads. “Not here for Chance?”

  That surprises me. They don’t shy far from him. They have been his hired muscle for years. Some of them for over half of his life.

  “Mr. DeLuca here?” I ask, looking at the building.

  “No, Mr. DeLuca isn’t here,” Warren replies. I face him.

  “Then… why are you guys parked out front?”

  None of them answer. They share glances with each other, but none of them speak.

  “Wait. Are you babysitting me?” My eyes widen. “Under whose order? Chance’s?”

  “Mr. DeLuca himself,” Warren informs me. I damn near choked on my spit. Why in the world would Chance’s dad send his guys to watch me?

  “Am I in trouble? Is he mad at me?” Panic floods me. The last person on this planet that I want to piss off is Mr. DeLuca.

  My chest tightens. My knees weaken, and I collapse to the ground. The guys rush to my aid.

  “Miss Prior, are you okay?” Warren asks, bending down.

  “Ashlynn!” I hear Chance call out from somewhere. My head is too foggy to look around.

  It’s taking everything in me to keep my eyes open. I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest, and I want to throw up. What did I do to cross Mr. DeLuca? I’ve always been respectful to him. We had good conversations, or so I thought. Does he hate me for making Chance choose? God. What do I do? He isn’t someone I can afford to go up against.

  “What did you do to her?” Chance growls, dropping his bag and kneeling in front of me. “Ashlynn, what’s wrong?”

  “There’s been a misunderstanding, Boss,” Carlito answers.

  “What kind of misunderstanding makes her drop to the damn sidewalk?” Chance snaps. Warren bends down and whispers something in Chance’s ear. Chance chuckles slightly. “I see.”

  I see? That’s all he has to say? And what the hell was so funny about any of this?

  “Ashylnn, my dad still adores you. The guys have been ordered to protect you,” Chance smiles. “He still considers you a daughter. He’d never harm you. Never.”

  What? His dad doesn’t hate me after all? Are the guys actually my bodyguards?

  “Breathe,” he says, rubbing my back. “Just breathe. It’s okay. Let’s get you upstairs.”

  He stands with me in his arms.

  “Grab her purse and my bag,” he orders. Carlito picks up both. “Follow us upstairs.”

  “Chance, I can walk,” I whisper.

  “Just give me this peace of mind.” He looks me in the eyes. “Please.”

  The look in his eyes makes me feel bad. He looks worried sick.

  “Okay,” I nod and lay my head on his shoulder.

  He carries me across the street over to the apartment building with the men in tow. Those we approach quickly move out of the way. I feel a bit guilty. They probably think Chance and his men are a bunch of thugs… and they aren’t too far from the truth; however, the DeLuca Family never hurt the innocent.

  The doorman opens the door, and we make our way inside. Chance walks over to the elevators. One of the guys pushes the button and we wait in silence. Awkward silence. Something about Chance carrying me and the men escorting us just feels weird. I never did get used to the bodyguards being around twenty-four-seven.

  The ride in the elevator is super quiet. I cling to Chance’s neck and keep my face buried. He chuckles softly and rubs my back.

  “Your apartment or mine?” he whispers. I look up at him, and he kisses me gently.

  “Chance,” I giggle, burying my face in his shirt again. My cheeks burn from embarrassment. Chance never had a problem with P.D.A. It was always me who was timid and worried about what others thought.

  “I’ll behave,” he chuckles and kisses me on my forehead.

  He is a man of his word and doesn’t try anything for the remainder of the elevator ride. He carries me through the hallway and to my apartment door.

  “My keys are in my purse,” I say, looking at Chance. He looks over his shoulder, and Carlito holds out my purse. I take it from him.

  “Thank you,” I smile.

  “My pleasure,” Carlito bows his head.

  I dig through my purse and pull out my keys. Chance gestures toward the door. I quickly lean over and unlock it.

  “Open it, Beautiful,” Chance instructs me. I turn the doorknob and open the door. “Leave us.”

  “Yes, Boss,” the men say. Carlito sets Chance’s bag inside my apartment. Then he and the others leave. Chance carries me inside and closes the door with his foot.

  “Chance, you can set e down now,” I laugh and try to squirm from his hold.

  “Not a chance,” he grins. “Not every day I get to carry you.”

  “I’m not a baby.”

  “You’re my baby,” he teases, kissing my cheek and still grinning like an idiot.

  For being such a macho man, he’s always had a goofy side to him. I’d have a bad day, and he’d go out of his way to cheer me up at all costs. It’s these small gestures that remind me just how incredible he is.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks, sitting on the couch with me on his lap.

  “Nothing,” I lie, smiling. “How was work?”

 

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