Chase tried.<br/><br/>At least, that was what the very small portion of his brain that was inclined to do the right thing was telling him as his eyes landed on that glorious real estate between Kat’s boobs.  As she swayed past him, her hips rolling and her heels clicking against the tile, all thoughts of breaking up with her, now anyway, flew from Chase’s mind.  Instead his brain was filled with quick thoughts of getting her out of that dress before the blood abandoned his head completely.<br/><br/>Closing the door behind her, Chase threw the three locks there shut, before turning around and stalking after her.   Watching as her heels flew off, too bad as sometimes he liked when she wore them to bed and he tried to fuck them right off her waving legs, Chase could feel himself already hardened and eager for a taste.  And more.   Stepping behind her, Chase gathered her hair into his fist, giving it a quick tug before brushing it to one side to reveal the full back of her dress.<br/><br/>“I think unzipping…” He replied in a growl, lowering her zipper as he spoke until it bottomed out just above the curve of her perfect ass.  “I wouldn’t want to send you home in just a robe.   Again.”<br/><br/>With the dress all but falling off her, Chase ran his hands up Kat’s back and across her shoulders, pushing the black garment off the rest of the way to pool on the floor around her.  “Fuck…” Chase muttered, wondering for a moment if he was making a mistake, especially as he used the hands on her shoulders to turn her to face him again, bringing those tits into view once more.<br/><br/>Having nothing to say after that exclamation and prediction, Chase applied careful and clear downward pressure to Kat’s shoulders, encouraging her to kneel down on top of her recently discarded dress.  Releasing her shoulders, his hands went to take off his jacket, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his shirt as he watched her.