Free Chance on Love by Vristen Pierce

then teased her by lightly running those fingers back and forth between the wet lips of her pussy.
    Stephanie rocked her hips against his hand, all the while stroking his thick, throbbing shaft. “Mm,” she murmured, “yes.”
    He rubbed a finger over her clit again and again, applying more pressure as he continued. She pumped him harder in response.
    He groaned. “Fuck yes, just like that, Love.” He started to finger-fuck her again, rougher this time.
    Her hips rocked wildly now as she moved her hand from her breasts to her clit. As he penetrated her, she rubbed the pulsing, tender bud of flesh. Harder and faster, they moved to get one another off. And she didn’t know about him, but she was there in a flash.
    Stephanie pushed her head back against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. Chance’s fingers kept up a steady pace, and they, along with his husky sounds of pleasure, had her pussy soaking wet now. She rubbed her clit harder. “Oh, shit,” she yelled as the orgasm began to shake her body. “Oh my God,” she cried.
    He was right there with her. “Yeah, harder, harder,” he ordered, and she obliged. He tensed, jerking against her. “Fuck,” he shouted. His grunts and groans were music to her ears as his hot, sticky release shot onto her stomach.
    She rubbed some over her nipples, still stiff and in need of more attention, while she watched to see his reaction.
    Chance’s gaze heated once more. “Shit,” he said, chest heaving. “Round two?”
    She almost giggled like a vapid bimbo, but caught herself just in time. “Uh, hell yes.”
    “Quite an appetizer.” Smiling, he picked her up as if she were a feather and threw her on the bed before kissing his way up her leg. “I think I’m ready for the meal,” he murmured against the bare skin of her inner thigh.
    She ran her hands over her breasts. “I think I’m ready to feed you.”
    “Is this an ‘all you can eat’ kind of thing?” he asked, glancing up at her.
    She lifted the corner of her mouth just a bit. “ More than you can eat.”
    Chance gave her a lopsided grin, exposing one dimple. “Don’t count on it.”
    A small laugh escaped her lips and she shook her head. “We’ll see.”
    The cordless phone on the nightstand began to ring.
    She ignored it, burying her fingers in his hair instead while he licked and nipped at the sensitive inside of her upper thigh.
    After a few more rings, the answering machine clicked on. Amber’s perky voice filled the room. “Stephie Baby! You never called. Did you decide to go through with using—”
    Her hand shot out to turn off the machine. Chance may know about her desire to have him accompany her to the Valentine’s thing, but he definitely didn’t know she planned to use him for a promotion.
    The thought made her stomach turn. Only for a second, however. Then she brushed the nausea aside. Even selling herself out like this, she was still on a different level than the likes of Carlene. Wasn’t she? A small wave of guilt rocked her stomach once more.
    Chance frowned and sat up. “What was that about?”
    She waved his question away. “Something work-related.” That was actually true enough. She sat up to lean against her pillows before crossing her legs. Draping an arm across her breasts, she suddenly felt more naked than she ever had before.
    He stared at her intently before looking away. “Maybe I should go.”
    She hated the surge of disappointment that coursed through her. “Round two?”
    He walked over to the heap of fallen clothes. “Rain check,” he said, slipping his underwear on and hiding that delicious cock from view.
    “Rain check?” Stephanie narrowed her eyes. “Who the hell takes a rain check for sex?”
    Smiling, Chance put his pants back on. “Think of it this way—it gives us something to look forward to.” He finished dressing in silence.
    Stephanie wanted to scream. He wasn’t exactly stupid, schmuck or not. If Amber had given her away, she would have to choke