Fake It ‘Til You Sleigh It

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Ethan

My brain’s saying, ABORT mission! while my dick’s all, You’re cleared for launch!

This is a terrible idea, man.

Don’t lean in. Don’t kiss her. Don’t breathe in her scent.

And stop undressing her with your eyes. The problem is, my body is only hearing the last half of every sentence.

Her gaze never breaks from mine. It’s steady, focused, like she’s communicating directly through her stare. Her pink tongue sweeps across her lips, leaving a glistening trail—the allure of her mouth is offering promises I can’t resist.

My heart’s pounding, compelling me to act. Chase bites her lower lip, a tempting invitation. My thumb patiently traces the seam of her lush mouth. Finally, I hear it.

“Kiss me.”

The authority in her voice obliterates my defenses. I’m powerless. I claim her mouth with a ferocity that steals her gasp, our kiss turning wild and consuming. Everything she’s doing with those skillful lips and that sinful tongue has my senses spinning out of control.

“I want you naked,” I growl. My hands move with purpose, pulling down the neckline of Chase’s shirt to expose the creamy surface of her skin. I plant hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone as my hand slips beneath the fabric, palming her breast with a possessive touch. She’s soft and warm, her nipple hardening against my palm.

“Stop, wait. Wait!” she cries out, her breath catching in her throat.

I freeze, uncertainty flooding my features. “God, sorry. I uh, thought you wanted to—”

“No. I mean yes,” Chase clarifies, her eyes darkened with desire. “But not here. Your parents could see us.”

“Bedroom. Copy that.”

In one fluid motion, I scoop her up, my large hands cupping the lush curves of her ass. Her lips find my neck, and the way she nibbles on my earlobe ignites my insides. Her tongue continues to tease before she sensually plunges it into my ear.

“Fuck!” I nearly drop her. A waterfall of sensations ripples through me. My grip on Chase’s thighs falters as pure molten lust floods my system. Her breathy moan unearths something in me, the sound so insistent and needy.

Her legs—those sinful, mile-long legs—hug my waist like a vise, grinding her heat against me. The friction ignites sparks behind my eyelids. My cock strains painfully against her core, demanding attention.

“Sweetheart,” I mutter. “If you keep that up, we’re not making it to the bed.”

“You get me to that bedroom now!” she commands.

Stumbling into my room, I grab the doorknob and carefully ease the door shut behind us, jamming a chair under the handle.

In the three and a half years I’ve known Chase, never once did I think I wanted this. We’ve butted heads more times than I can count, and there’s the obvious reason she’s off-limits: she’s my boss.

But holding her now, in my arms, with passion pulsing through my veins, she’s all I want. I’ve never craved anything more in my entire goddamn life.

“Bed. Now.”

“With fucking pleasure,” I growl devilishly. That bossy tone—the one that’s always grated on me—feels different here.

I am so fucked.

The second Chase’s ass hits the sheets, her hands are tugging at my shirt. I need to feel her skin against me. I reach behind, grab the collar, and rip it clean off.

“Oh my God, your body is fucking perfect,” she breathes, her fingers trailing down my chiseled pecs and across my abs, leaving goosebumps of hunger with each touch.

“I showed you mine. Now show me yours.”

She raises her arms above her head, signaling me to pull off her silk pajama top. I waste no time. Her exposed breasts—beautiful and full—perfectly match my greedy gaze.

“Jesus fuck, you’re sexy,” I groan, my eager hands already cupping her soft mounds. My thumbs graze over her hardened nipples. Chase’s back arches, pushing her breasts toward me and intensifying my touch—a silent plea for more. I oblige, squeezing harder, reveling in the way her mouth falls open with a breathy moan.

I dip my head, my tongue darting out and lapping up her sweet flesh. I want to worship every inch of her body. “I could spend days sucking on these perky, rosy nipples,” I murmur.

“Less talking, more orgasms,” Chase demands.

“Okay, listen,” I sigh, exasperated. “You gotta let me lead here. Equal partners, remember?”

“Ethan, if you want to be inside me when I come, you better get a condom on right now.”

“You’re the boss,” I concede, grinning until—

Realization hits me. “Oh shit, do you have one?”

Chase’s eyes widen. “No! Sex was not on my itinerary, especially with you.”

Son of a bitch! My mind races as my body yearns to be sheathed deep inside her, pulsating and engorged so tightly I might black out and—

“Seriously, Ethan? Not a single condom in your room?

“Give me a second to think. My blood isn’t exactly flowing to my brain right now.”

My eyes scan the room, desperate for a solution. SpongeBob’s eyes seem to mock me, saying, Better luck next time.

“Wait. My Pokémon cards!”

I spring up, my hand shooting under the bed to grab a yellow binder sporting a bright Pikachu emblem. With swift, precise movements, I riffle through the crystal-clear plastic sleeves, each card meticulously arranged by type, rarity, and personal significance. It’s a collection that would make any enthusiast drool.

“Ethan, what the hell are you doing?”

“I stashed condoms in here. It’s the only place I figured my mom wouldn’t check,” I say with unwavering concentration as I flip card after card. “Whenever I would explain stuff, like how to use the evolutionary stone to level up my Charmander, my mom would zone out. She couldn’t stand these things—”

“I can see why.”

Shut up, man! Stop talking about your mom.

And for fuck’s sake, hurry! Between your SpongeBob sheets and Pokémon card collection, she’s gonna change her mind.

But then Chase’s fingers tug at my boxers, dipping beneath the waistband and brushing against my tip.

And I’m focused up—now that’s what I call directing.

As I continue searching for a condom, her smooth hand starts exploring me. Her delicate fingers glide up and down my shaft, and then she gives my cock a firm squeeze.

My pulse skyrockets.

My dick throbs in her hand.

My brain’s dizzy.

“Found one!” I exclaim, hastily pulling the condom from its sleeve, tearing the page out of the binder in my urgency.

Chase snatches the wrapper from my grip and smiles. She rips it open with her teeth— what a savage! Her eyes fix on mine as she slides the condom over my length with a confident, seductive motion.

God, I’m about to blow.

“My turn,” I growl, shoving her back onto the bed firmly. My body hovers above hers as my hands and lips trailblaze a path down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still. I’m enjoying every sigh and moan; obsessed with bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.

She spreads her legs, a welcome invitation. My mouth crashes onto hers once more, our tongues tangling in a heated dance as I position myself at her entrance. With agonizing slowness, I push in, feeling her walls stretch around me, her breath hitching against my lips.

“You all right?” I whisper.

“Fuck yes,” she breathes. “Thank Poseidon, you don’t have a limp fish dick.”

“Sweetheart, I have a full-blown sea monster.”

I smirk until she rocks her hips, encouraging me. I push deeper, inch by delicious inch, pumping in and out slowly and savoring every sensation.

She’s so snug.

So hot.

So drenched.

It’s a goddamn paradise.

“Oh my God, Ethan. You feel gooood,” she says, moaning like an animal. I’ve never heard her make sounds like this. Breathy and low. Primal and raw. So… erotic.

I force myself to stay controlled. I’m able to prolong the moment by using steady rhythms, but Chase has other plans. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in to the hilt with one swift motion. When she inhales sharply, her wispy gasp triggers a pulse throb all the way to the tip of my cock.

Fuck, I’m not going to last. I freeze. One more thrust, and I’ll surrender to my climax.

“Why’d you stop?” she pants.

“Don’t move,” I warn, my voice straining from holding back. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

I breathe deep, willing my body to calm down.

“Ethan, I’m so fucking close,” she pants. “I want you to come with me.” Her hands squeeze my ass, urging me on. “So move,” she commands.

“Fuck, you’re bossy,” I groan.

With her green light, I immerse myself, thrusting deeply, relishing in the way her body grips mine. Chase’s guttural moan fills the air, and I know we’re both close.

“Oh hell yes… Chase, you feel amazing.”

“You’re so big, Ethan,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin. “I love it. Give me more.”

She pulls my hair, bringing my lips back to hers. “Kiss me,” she demands, but I’m already there.

Our tongues enter a frenzied dance. I pick up the pace, my center snapping against hers with urgency. She arches her back, her legs tightening around me, drawing me impossibly deeper.

“Ethan, God yes, I’m nearly there,” she whimpers into my ear with breathy moans. “Don’t you fucking stop this time!”

My hips are relentless, meeting hers again and again—pushing and pushing. My old mattress springs cry out in protest.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

I can feel the pressure of my own release tightening, blissfully ready to explode. But Chase’s ragged breathing tells me she’s still on the cusp. I need to bring her over the edge first, past the pinnacles of pleasure. I want to feel her shatter around me—to watch her come undone.

Squeakkkk. Squeakkkk. Squeakkkk!

“Shit, Ethan. Stop. It’s too loud. Stop!” Chase pants, her eyes wide with concern.

“It’s fine,” I groan, my hips on a train that has long left the station.

“No, I don’t want your family to hear,” she insists, destroying our momentum.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter and stop. “You really do have to control everything, don’t you?”

I reach my arm under her back. “Hold on tight.”

Chase’s arms and legs cinch around me. “Where are we—”

In a single, fluid movement, I pull us to the floor.

We land on the rug with a soft thud, still connected, our bodies molded together. My ass takes the brunt of the fall, a pain that quickly fades when I look up to Chase straddling me.

Exactly what I wanted.

I gently touch her cheek. “You’re in charge. I don’t come till you do.”

A surprised look of satisfaction flickers across her face, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in power. She silently takes my hand and places it on her breast, gently squeezing her fingers over mine.

Chase begins to sway—slowly and deliberately. I watch, transfixed, as she moves.

Her body. Her eyes. Her breasts. Her rolling hips. Sweet Jesus , she’s beautiful.

She tilts her head back, exhaling deeply, lost in the sensation of our bodies slowly moving as one. I ground myself, providing a steady foundation so she can use me as she pleases.

Her soul-baring stare… Fuck me, that stare. I’ve been on the receiving end of Chase’s glances more times than I can count. I’ve seen her expression blaze with anger, roll with exasperation, even twinkle with hidden amusement. But this? This is something else. This is… everything.

I want to witness every flicker of emotion.

Every spark of desire.

I want to drown in the depths of her gaze.

She slides up my length, clenching me tightly, then slowly lowers down, releasing until she presses against my pubic bone. Each squeeze is more intense than the last, each movement more sensual and torturous as my cock begs for release. She has me vibrating with need, aching to give her so much more.

I breathe out the tension building within me. I gotta hold back, to let her guide us to the threshold of bliss.

“Pinch my nipples,” she orders, and I obey, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips.

With both of my hands on her chest, I feel her heartbeat—its rhythm matching my own. Our bodies are in perfect sync.

Oh my God, do I want this. I want her to own me for her pleasure.

Chase’s hair cascades around me as she leans down, overwhelming me with a searing kiss.

I’ve never had sex like this. Hot and heavy, yes, but slow and sensual? Never.

Her lips break from mine with a soft, lingering moan as she sits up tall, guiding my hands to her ass. She presses her palms to my stomach, and I swear her touch brands my skin. Her motions are precise and unhurried, rolling against me, her grip as tight as a glove.

Is this what it’s like when two people who have a history come together, not just to fuck, but to make love? Because this is intimate as hell, intense on a whole other level.

It’s not a territory I’m all that familiar with. My relationships, if you can even call them that, have always been pretty shallow. A few laughs, a good time, maybe a shared breakfast before we go our separate ways.

Chase and I working together is technically my longest relationship.

This isn’t just about sex. She’s exposing herself, letting me glimpse the real her. Behind the director’s chair, beneath her tough exterior and razor-sharp wit.

And what I see? It’s fucking beautiful.

I’m not just hungry for her body now; I’m starving for her trust, her openness, her vulnerability. I want every little detail that makes her who she is—the fierce, incredible woman who’s finally letting me in, letting me see her true self.

Her eyes bore into mine, an unspoken connection sparking between us. She’s staring at me… through me… into my soul.

What does she see?

Without a word, Chase tugs on the back of my head, guiding my lips to her tits. My mouth glides across her until I meet her pert nipple. My hand savors her right breast, and then I pull her left into my mouth, sucking hard and eliciting a breathy whisper.

“Yes. Harder.”

She’s got one hand buried in my hair, guiding me. As I feast on her, she plants her other hand on the floor and quickens her pace. She lifts herself until my dripping cock is almost entirely out of her, then slams back down in a dance of tortured exhilaration. My hard shaft is repeatedly pushed out, then teased back in by her slick, powerful pussy—over and over and over.

I submit fully to the exquisite new thrill she’s orchestrating.

She tightens around me, her orgasm surging. Her body is buzzing as it edges, aching through the prolonged stimulation. It’s the most fucking erotic thing ever, experiencing her waves of pleasure grip and let go.

“Oh, fuck, Ethan, yes, Ethan, Ethan!” she moans in my ear.

I hear my name from her lips, and I’m gone. My balls tighten and my orgasm explodes. My whole body bursts free in a blinding rush of euphoria. A wild, desperate groan escapes me. Overwhelming sensations course through my body, and I ride them out one by one, feeling like I’ve lost my damn mind.

Finally, the throttle releases. The throbbing up and down in my spine weakens, and I savor the last few ripples of ecstasy as she collapses on top of me. Our bodies stay locked in a fierce hold, unwilling to release each other.

I have no clue what Chase is thinking, but that… That was the most mind-blowing sex of my whole fucking life.