My fingers dig into Chase’s broad shoulders as he finds out what I’ve been hiding from him. It’s shameful. I shouldn’t be getting off the way I am, but there’s no controlling it. When he’d pulled out his wallet and offered me more money to kiss me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. The truth is I would have done it without being paid. Now all I can think about is his mouth on other parts of me.
“Yes,” I admit. “I’m sorry. This is supposed to be about you, but I can’t stop it.” I try to get up from his lap, but he stops me.
“Don’t move,” he grits out between his teeth, clearly angry. “You always get worked up this way?” I shake my head instantly. Some of the tightness in his shoulders releases under my fingers.
“This has never happened before, I swear.” His eyes
