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Chase runs his fingers along rowls “Hold on, and don’t let go” Positioning hirips roans deep and low in the back of his throat The sensation is indescribable, and I release a ain, hard “Fuck, Olivia, you feel so good” Each thrust forward, he pullsmy hip, his need for me raw and carnal

“Chase,” I cry out, wi with each thrust

“That’s right, baby Feel me,” he demands, his voice raspy

I expel a low, throaty ive me

His pace quickens, shifting so he hitsasarbled version of Chase’s name As I clench around him, he thrusts two more times and releases inside me

Slowly catching his breath, Chase leans his forehead in between my shoulder blades “Jesus, Olivia I can’t control myself when I’htenswater “After you”

Both of us freshly showered, Chase hands listens off the water as it sinks below, creating a breathtaking view The evening couldn’t behis chin on my shoulder, he whispers, “As beautiful as this view is, the one I get to see every day is evenview and Chase’s words, my heart melts I don’t knohat I would do without this man

We walk out of the hotel into a waiting car ChaseInstead, he tor to love this place,” he teases

“Just tell me already,” I whine

“Nope”

After a few turns, we pull up in front of Union Oyster House I’ve seen this restaurant featured on so shows; it’s one of the oldest in Boston

Being the gentleman he is, Chase co me out of the car, he takes ether

Once seated, he orders a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and two Pellegrinos “Have you been here before?” I ask

“A few times They have the best clam chowder I’ve ever had”

“Ever bring a woman here?”