This is a deleted scene from an early draft of Dirty Chase: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance. I've tried to remove any spoilers that might give away plot points from the published novel.
But there is one spoiler I can't help but reveal: Chase and Elle have sex! So, please read only if you are 18 years of age or older.
Elle is a teacher. I'd originally written that after the kids left for summer break, she has to work another week to clean out her classroom and attend meetings. Then I fact-checked this with my actual teacher friends and found out that—oops!—when it's the last day of class, it's their last day of work, too! So this scene was cut…too bad. I loved some of the dialogue in it.
…as well as a few other things. Enjoy.
"I'm going to work. I don't care what you say."
I moan and press my forehead against the shower wall. Chase's hard body is behind me, one strong arm wrapped around my waist, the other between my legs. His fingers work their wicked, wet magic and I come with a surprising intensity—especially given how many times we've made love all weekend.
"I can't just quit my job." I'm still trembling from my orgasm. "Especially without notice." I think back to Principal Barnes' conversation from Friday. What an odd job offer. But then again, the man had always been odd—and always seemed to have a bit of a creepy crush on me.
I shake my head, not wanting to think about him. Not wanting to think about any man except the one right behind me.
"Princess, it's not safe. I want you right here—" He grabs my hips, pulling me back and adjusting my stance, before slowly pressing his thick length inside me. "Where you're—" He pulls out and thrusts back in, hard. "Safe."
Chase begins to fuck me, steady, hard, without mercy.
"You fight dirty," I gasp.
"I do everything dirty, Princess."
As if to emphasize his point, Chase grabs my ass while he slams into me, massaging my curves roughly. And then he trails his thumb between each cheek, just circling my…asshole?! I gasp and start to stiffen, but he just keeps rubbing in firm circles, fucking me so hard and steady—I can feel another orgasm building.
"Just relax, darlin.'" Chase leans down over my body, pressing onto my rosebud as he talks. "I won't take you here…until you beg me to."
Then he rights himself and begins moving even faster. How is that even physically possible? Our bodies are slick, so he has to grab my hips, hard, just to get a firm grip. I think he'll leave fingerprint-shaped bruises on me, and I must be messed-up in the head because the thought of that—of him marking me in that way—turns me on even more.
I push my hips back, meeting each of his thrusts, urging him on with my body. Chase breathes harder, grunting in pleasure and then slapping my ass as we slam together. He's moving faster and faster, like a freight train. I'm already buzzed from my first orgasm, and if he keeps moving like this I'm going to go off the rails.
"So you'll call in sick," he says. He doesn't ask—it sounds like an order.
"Fuck no," I moan, though it comes out sounding like I'm agreeing with him. Because I'm right on the cusp, and he knows it.
"Princess," Chase growls.
I jerk my body forward, away from him, and turn around to see him looking shocked, aroused, and big-as-hell. His cock is long, thick, gorgeous. Water from the shower hits it, trailing down the thick veins.
"I can play dirty, too, Chase," I say, dropping to my knees. He looks like he's about to argue, when I grab his rock-hard thighs and slowly lick from the base of his shaft all the way up, up, up to his thick, plum-shaped head.
"Jesus fuck," Chase growls. "I don't what's hotter: how you feel or how you look right now."
I get wet—okay, wetter—just from his words. And from the way he's looking down at me. Like he wants my body, my mouth, sure. But also—he cups my cheek, so tenderly I have to pull away.
"Your knees okay, Princess?"
I don't answer, just lean forward and lick him again. He's so tall I actually have to get up off my knees, just to reach the top of his cock. Suddenly Chase pulls me up and into his arms.
"You want to explore, baby?" he growls, before kissing me fiercely. He shuts the water off with one hand, then he carries me, soaking wet, out of the shower and into his bedroom. And then we're tumbling onto the bed, soaking the sheets, and then he lays back—his perfect, golden skin and wet, dark hair vivid against the all-white bedding.
"You could be a model," I say.
"Too boring." Chase grins.
"Hmm, you'd get a lot of girls." I run my hands over his thighs, and he shivers. There's something crazy-hot about that fact that little old me can make a man like him, a sex god, shiver. Just from my touch.
"I'm only interested in one." Chase's voice is low, rough. He grabs my hand and tugs me toward him.
I resist, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. "Uh-huh. I know you. Even your 'quickies' take like thirty minutes, and I have to go to work."
"I thought we already discussed this? Besides, isn't it summer break? What the hell do you have to do?"
"You discussed it. And I have to clean out my classroom, attend very boring meetings, and close up shop for the year. How about this?" I say, kneeling at his side and trailing my fingers up and down the veins on his cock. "I'll make you very, very, very happy right now. And then you'll make me very, very, very happy when you shut the hell up while I leave for work."
He watches my fingers, then those heavy-lidded, blue eyes glance up at me. "You do play dirty, Elle."
"Maybe that's why we get along so well." I lean forward, getting comfortable. One of his large, rough hands grabs my ass as I bend over. The head of his cock is leaking pre-cum and I swallow, reflexively. I slowly kiss him there. It's so soft yet hard; smooth and warm.
He tastes salty but good. I lick my lips and look up at Chase. His cheeks are bronzed, reddened. I realize he's clenching his fists, the muscles in his arms tight.
"Are you okay?" I whisper.
"It's hard—"
I run my hand up his straining cock. "I know."
Chase laughs, a strained sound. "It is hard. It's also hard for me to…let someone else take control."
"You've never had a blowjob before?" I'm shocked.
Chase flexes his fingers and takes a deep breath. "I have, but I'm usually the one…leading the action."
I lean back down and kiss his cock again. It jerks under my touch. I open my lips, just a little, suckling and pulling just the tip into my mouth. Chase groans. I work just his head inside me, sucking and moaning at the clean, salty taste. Chase's thighs tense, and his abs are tight and hot under his hard-on.
God, I could get lost doing this. And I'm not normally a blowjob girl.
I pull back but keep my lips hovering over him. "So you normally just fuck a girl's mouth?"
Chase grimaces but nods. "I guess you could say that."
I wink at him and then repeat his words from the shower. "Well, just relax darlin', I won't let you do that to me…until you beg me to."
Chase laughs until I open my mouth and take him inside me—as much as I can. And then he lets out a long, low, sexy breath. I can feel him fighting, both to give me control, and to not come.
Yet.
I wrap my right hand around the base of his cock, because there is no way I'm getting all of him inside my mouth. He's just too big, too long. He's also warm, and slicks, I can't believe how much I'm getting off on sucking him off.
I move up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue, sucking harder and harder, moving my hand. I can feel his cock pulsing, feel the energy in the room building. I close my eyes and pull back to just suck on his head, the thick, smooth surface like a salty-sweet treat.
And then I feel a rough, calloused hand cup my ass, then move between my legs. Chase finds my clit, begins slowly teasing me until my hips are moving as I work him over. And then his hips begin to move, thrusting up into my mouth, pushing against my tight fist.
"God, fuck, Elle," Chase groans. "I'm gonna come, sweetheart. You may want to—"
I just grip his cock harder, move my fist and my mouth faster. I will him to come, to let go, to explode. I moan, even with him inside my mouth. I can't help it. His fingers know just what to do, and now I'm about to come, too. I wriggle and thrust against his hand, and he's growing—if possible—bigger and harder inside me. Then he slips a finger inside me, finger-fucking me while I try to take him as deep into my throat as I can.
I thought I would be taking control, but somehow Chase still takes me over. He's between my legs, inside me, between my lips. I smell him, feel him, hear him roaring—
And then he comes, a thick rush deep down my throat. He's pulsing and pulsing inside me, and I begin to come, sobbing in pleasure even as I swallow everything he's giving me.
After a moment, I fall back onto the bed, and Chase snakes his hand down to grab mine. We just lay there, breathing hard, holding hands.
"I'm gonna be late," I finally say.
"Fuck." Chase releases my hand and rubs his palms over his eyes. "I can't control you, babes. But I'm sending one of my men with you."
"A bodyguard?" I want to argue, but I don't. We don't really know what's going on, and if it will make him feel better—who am I kidding? It will make me feel safe.
"Nice compromise," I say, giving him a high-five. Chase laughs and rolls over to kiss me.
"I like tasting me on your lips," he whispers. He touches my cheek oh-so-gently. I feel a corresponding tug in my chest. In my heart.
"Right back at ya, bud," I say.
But inside I'm reeling, because even though Chase says he can't control me—with one touch, with one look, he does.
And I don't know how to stop this freefall.
I'm falling for the most dangerous man in the world. Not because he's a killer—but because I think if I take even one more breath, I'll be head-over-heels in love. And that lack of control scares me more than anything in the world.