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She was so immersed with work over the following days that she hardly missed Chance until he cornered her one morning in her room before she left for work.
“Hey, sis,” he said. “Where are you off to?”
“Work, Chance,” she said as she slipped on her stilettos.
“May I see you later? I can’t believe I have to make an appointment to be with you,” he said.
“Maybe, but I have a dinner meeting.”
“So when, then?” he persisted.
“Chance, you’ve been ignoring me. Why do you need me all of a sudden?”
“Has it come to this?” he asked and walked to her. He backed her into a corner, and as much as Claire tried, she couldn’t get around him.
“Chance, you are going to make me late,” she said, glancing at the clock on the other side of the room.
“Better late than never,” he said with a mischievous grin.
“Chance, this is a bad time,” she said as she flattened her palms against his chest and tried to force him away.
“Just let me give you something,” he told her and kissed her.
Her voice was muffled against his lips; he clamped down on her lips swiftly. She used what little energy she had against him, but she was no match for a tame Chance, much less an aroused Chance. Eventually she stopped wriggling and relaxed into his kisses. Claire could tell he was determined to take her. Something about the way he displayed forceful aggression always turned Claire on, and this time was no exception. She was ravaged with need.
She shoved him on the bed. She straddled him, yanked his sweat pants below his waist, and let his cock out. She gripped it in her right hand, hoisted her body, and drove him deep inside her. Chance’s eyes rolled back as Claire sank down on him. He gripped her hips and hoisted his, and in that position he penetrated her warm pussy slowly at first, then faster and with more urgency and need. Claire pressed down hard on his chest and gyrated as he pressed further and further into her, and just as quickly as they had started, she could feel her juices building like a tidal wave. She flooded him with her orgasm. He groaned and muttered something inaudible before she felt him sink his fingers into her hips as he came into her.
She didn’t linger afterwards. She quickly got up and straightened her skirt. “Look what you did to my makeup,” she smiled.
“Claire, are you ready?” she heard Willow call from the hall.
Claire’s eyes widened as she looked at a half-naked Chance lying on her bed. “Quick! Get up!” she urged. He yanked his pants to his waist and rushed around looking for somewhere to hide, but before he could, Willow walked in.
“Hey, Chance.” She looked suspiciously from one to the other.
“Hi, Willow,” Chance said.
“Mom,” Claire said. “Do you need me?”
“I haven’t seen you in a while. Came to see if you wanted to ride into town with me.”
“Oh, sure,” Claire said.
“Well, good luck with your new job,” Chance said to Claire and turned to Willow. “I had to stop by and wish her luck. I haven’t seen her in ages.”
“I haven’t seen much of her lately either, and that was before this job,” Willow smiled.
“Well, I better go now,” he said. When he was behind Willow, he blew Claire a kiss and disappeared into the hallway.
“That was nice of him,” Willow said. With a hint of concern in her voice, she added, “Are you okay, baby?”
“Sure.”
“You and Chance…” Her mom’s voice trailed.
“You know it’s over, Mom,” Claire said rather quickly. She hated lying to her mother, but the situation left her no choice. “Don’t worry about it.”
Willow didn’t press it. “Ready to go?”
“Yes, give me a few more minutes and I’ll be down.”
Claire breathed a sigh of relief when she closed the door behind her, grateful Willow hadn’t caught them. They had to be more careful!
CHAPTER 15
Things were more or less the same for Claire and Chance over the next few days. They snuck around and shared stolen moments every chance they got, despite the many close calls.
However, Bryan was busy entertaining more guests so he could introduce his new family to his friends, which forced Claire and Chance into uncomfortable social gatherings.
“Oh, another one of Dad’s holiday gatherings,” Chance said as they sat through yet another party “Boring.”
“It’s not so bad,” Claire shrugged. “I could get used to this.”
“No. This is one too many for me,” he said, setting his glass down on the counter. “I have an idea.”
“I don’t think I want to hear it.”
“I bet you do. Let’s go do something fun.”
“Not now, Chance,” Claire said, turning her head so Willow couldn’t read her lips. “My mother has been looking at us for a solid minute. “
“I don’t think we can fool her no matter how we try,” Chance said, smiling.