Free The Unexpected Crush, Book Three (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Page A

tried to move away, more than a little aware of my morning breath, but Chase just pressed closer. He shifted his body until it was once again leaning down on mine, pushing me into the bed. I could feel the evidence of his growing excitement hardening against my leg.
    “Oh no, nuh-uh,” I chided, pulling away. “I don’t think we have time for that this morning.” In truth, we probably did have time for a quick morning romp, but I was no longer feeling sexy. It was all I could do to remain calm so that Chase wouldn’t realize something was wrong.
    Chase grumbled as I pushed myself up and out of bed. Despite my anxiety, I didn’t have to fake my smile at how adorable he looked, with sleep in his eyes and stubble on his chin, muttering angrily into the spot I’d just vacated.
    “I thought we didn’t need to be up until six,” he grumbled, with a slight whine in his voice.
    As if in answer to his question, my alarm began to chirp loudly, as did his. With another groan, Chase followed my lead and pulled himself up and out of bed.
    My eyes followed the rise and fall of his large muscles as he shifted and stretched. I lingered over his tight abs and bulging pecks before making its way up to his smirking face. I’d been caught admiring his body.
    “You sure you don’t want to join me in the shower?” he asked with a leer, bending down to rid himself of his box briefs, his large cock still half-hard from grinding against my thigh earlier. Before I could answer, he turned and headed towards the en suite, moving slowly in order to give me a perfect view of his shapely backside. It was enough to snap me out of my funk — at least for a few moments.
    “I guess,” I said, pretending to pout, though I was feeling anything but at the moment. My eyes never left Chase’s ass as I followed him into bathroom, stumbling over my clothes I had hastily removed last night, before stepping into the shower as Chase messed with a control pad that I assumed regulated the water pressure and temperature.
    I shouldn’t have been surprised, given the size of Chase’s house — and his bank account — that his shower would be equally as extravagant, but I still couldn’t help but feel amazing. It could probably fit four people, with a shower-head on each wall.
    “This is so cool,” I called over my shoulder towards Chase.
    “It also has a sauna feature,” he replied.
    “That may come in handy at some point,” I said, images of Chase, dripping with sweat as he fucked me against the steam, coming to mind.
    After he’d pressed a few buttons, each shower-head began to spray deliciously warm water.
    Too caught up in examining the fancy features, I didn’t realize that Chase had joined me in the shower until I was being pressed against the tile wall. His scruffy face rubbed and kissed at my neck as he rocked his growing erection against my ass. His hands slid across my belly at a deliciously slow speed, leaving my skin on fire in their wake. One moved up until it settled on my breast, tweaking and massaging my nipple. The other slid down to explore my folds, which were rapidly growing wetter — and not because of the shower.
    All too soon, Chase withdrew his hands and stepped back. I whined in protest but was quickly calmed by the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. Then, Chase was pressing back up against me, spreading my legs as he buried himself in my body.
    I sighed in pleasure, pressing back against him as he entered me slowly. I knew we didn’t have time for such a leisurely pace, but I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment. Pulling one of his hands back down towards my clit, I allowed him to take away the last of my worries, at least for a little while.

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    U nfortunately , sex could only relieve my worries for so long — no matter how good it happened to be. By the time I arrived at work that morning — slightly later than I’d wanted to be — I was back in my anxious state of mind. I still had a few days