Free Taken by Chance by Chloe Cox

had made the right decision. His body was hers,
too, for however long this lasted.
    She wanted him
again. She wanted as much as she could get. She couldn’t imagine being sated.
    How? How was that
possible?
    “Chance,” she
said.
    He didn’t speak,
but pushed himself up on strong arms, impossibly thick in the dull light,
leaning back on his knees to look at her. She actually mourned a little as he
pulled out, but man, she loved watching him. The muscular planes of his torso
were slick with sweat, shining in the light of the garden. And she loved the
way he was looking at her, like he couldn’t believe what he had in front of
him, like he was thinking already of all the things he was going to do to her.
    “Beautiful,” he
said.
    He slipped an arm
under her and scooped her up just as easily as if she were weightless. A new
amazing sensation hit her: she was being carried by Chance. She buried her face
in his neck, drunk on his scent, and ran her hands over his buzzed head.
    “Where are we
going?” she asked. Her voice was almost starting to sound normal again.
    “More,” he said.
    She felt a smile
spread across her face and nuzzled deeper into his neck as he carried her to…wherever,
she didn’t even care. Knowing he wanted her as much as she’d wanted him, as she
still wanted him, was intoxicating.
    Feeling his
erection press into her again, already, was something else.
    He kicked open a
door and carried her into a dark room. It took a moment for eyes to begin to
adjust, and she realized she was thrilled at the idea of not being able to see,
not panicked. That was new.
    That, apparently,
was Chance.
    He navigated the
room in the dark, from memory—his suite? He’d mentioned a suite. Her
suspicions were confirmed when he lowered her onto cool, soft sheets, and then
dragged her back towards him, so that her bottom was balanced just on the edge
of the bed.
    “Lie back,” he
said. “Hands at your sides. Grab hold of the sheets.”
    She did as he told
her, surprised at how free she felt while following orders. It shouldn’t make
sense, but somehow…
    She felt his hands
around her ankles, and then he was lifting and spreading her legs again,
positioning himself between them. She smiled and gave a satisfied little
murmur. She was going to get expertly fucked again.
    “Stay still,
Lena,” he said, now a huge shadow that loomed over her. She was enjoying this
element of the unknown so much that she almost didn’t want her eyes to
adjust—except that she was missing out on seeing that beautiful man.
“Whatever I do, you keep your hands where they are, you understand?”
    A small shiver
raced down her spine. His voice was different. Fuller. Deeper. It didn’t even
occur to her to argue or disagree.
    “Yes,” she said. “Sir.”
    She was rewarded
for that with a little growl, and a hand on her breast, fondling her nipple.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, Lena. I’m gonna be at this for a while.”
    “I have no problem
with that,” she breathed.
    “You might,
later,” he said, leaning over her. God, she loved the feel of him on top of
her. “I have an appetite for you like you wouldn’t believe.”
    Oh, she would. She
could see herself becoming a Chance addict. Just one time, and…
    Her
thoughts were interrupted by his finger sliding inside her, curling around to
coax a moan from her .
    “That’s better,”
he said, much closer to her now, hovering right over her. His finger kept
dipping in and out, lightly caressing her inside and out. Teasing her.
    “Please,” she
said, and her hips said the rest.
    She heard him
laugh. “You think that’s begging?” he said.
    She might have
come back with some smart ass remark—and part of her lingered on what he
might have done about that , his words
“mine to punish” still fresh in her mind—but he covered her lips with
his. The kiss started gently, though his finger never let up, keeping the
pressure inside her building steadily. He