Submission: Guilty Pleasures #3 (BBW Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

afternoon, laden with cat food and treats for
the Big Guy to try to quell the guilt I felt for ignoring the cat, to find a
message from Chase on my answering machine. He wanted to know how I was...and, as
usual, where I was...and would I call him.
    I thought about it for a long
time. My skin still tingled from being with Jake, the memory of his body
against mine. My body’s response.
    But there were things I needed to
know from Chase, questions I wanted answered. I felt like I was going into
battle. And I didn’t like that feeling.
    The phone rang several times
before a breathless Chase answered.
    “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
    “Hell no, you could never catch me
at a bad time. Just got out of the shower. I’m naked, dripping water all over
the bedroom floor.”
    In spite of myself, I pictured
Chase sans clothes, his skin glistening, hair damp. I closed my eyes, took a
deep breath and tried unsuccessfully to banish the image from my mind.
    “I got your message.”  My
voice sounded breathy.
    “I want to see you, but I wasn’t
sure if you wanted to see me. I’m trying to give you space here.” His voice was
low, that honeyed voice that did things to me.
    “But I miss you, Abby. I miss you
very much.”
    “I know.”
    There was a pause and when Chase
spoke his voice had a different tone. There was an edge to it...the one that I’d
come to realize meant that he was angry.
    “Stacy said you and she had a
little meeting. She wouldn’t tell me what you talked about, said she wasn’t
playing middle man in my affairs.” He made a sound that could have been a laugh
or sound of disgust.
    “I’d like to know what you talked
about, if it concerns you and me.” His voice was tense.
    “I want to see you, Chase. When?”
My voice was choked with emotion. I missed Chase, his warm smile, his arms
around me. I closed my eyes again, overcome with longing, and the confusion
that seemed a perpetual part of my life now.
     “You can come to the condo
right now. Stacy can handle the club tonight. You’re more important to me at
this point. You know that.”
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    O n the drive to Chase’s condo I
tried to get my emotions under control. I knew, if he touched me, all I’d want
to do would be to fall into that abyss with him, to try to forget the confusion
in my head and the pain in my heart by the sheer physical intensity of sex with
Chase.
    Spending the night with Jake may
have been a mistake. I lost all objectivity, again, my emotions
tangled...cloudy...when sex got involved. It was so easy to forget one when I was
with the other. Each of them drew me, each in such vastly different ways, both
with a force I found hard to resist.
    But I’m not cut out for this kind
of emotional tug of war. And neither man was willing to share me. Something had
to change; I had to make a decision.
    Because deep down I knew neither
would wait forever for me to make my choice.
    But I needed to see Chase, if for
no other reason than to see him one last time. I owed him that much.
    Chase met me at the door, dressed
in jeans and a black t-shirt, his hair still damp. I longed to run my fingers
through his hair, feel his arms around me. He reached for me, but I moved away.
    “No, Chase. Not yet.”
    “Why? Can’t I even kiss you?” He
frowned at me.
    “What the hell, Abby? Am I suddenly
a pariah?” He turned away, running his hands through his hair. He strode across
the living room, pacing in front of the windows, the lights of the city spread
out behind him.
    I followed him hesitantly, aching
for his touch. Instead, I sat on one of the big cream sofas.
    “Chase, please. Sit with me. I
want to talk.”
    He stood for a moment, facing the
windows before sitting down next to me. He blew out a breath, turning to face
me.
    “So it’s like this now? We’re
going to have a civilized conversation, you’re going to tell me we’re through
but we can still be friends?”
    “Yes...I mean, no. Yes, we’re going
to have a