No Strings Attached

Chase carried Sasha home, tossing her onto the bed in a swift motion. He undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt - all in one fluid motion.

Just as he was about to unbuckle his belt, Sasha suddenly kicked him in the stomach. A flurry of punches and kicks followed. "If you touch me today, Chase, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Chase advanced, pinning her flailing form beneath him. A roguish smile played on his lips. "There are many ways to die. Let me choose one for you. How about me loving you to death." He captured Sasha's lips in a fierce and dominating kiss.

Women often find herself at a disadvantage in the battle of wills between a man and a woman. Despite Sasha's struggles, she was ultimately subdued by Chase.

As he kissed her, his voice, both seductive and teasing, filled the air. "Sasha, I want you. Is that okay?"

Sasha, gasping for breath, eyes reddening, stared at him. "Chase, if you can't hold yourself back, go find someone else. Don't bother me."

I only want you. You took my first time. You can't start something and not

knows you're always out

something precious from me. You owe me." After saying that, he kissed her again. Sasha, already dazed by the kisses, widened her eyes in disbelief. This man claimed he was

her soft body. Sasha

your 'unbelievable,' with a stamina you can't help

What followed was inevitable between consenting adults. Soon, the floor was littered

to him. Exhausted, she lay on the bed, devoid of strength.

scolded with annoyance, "Chase, can't you show a little

there later. How about we take a

out of bed. Allowing him to take her to the shower