Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Oh god,” she gasps. “It’s so much . . . so full . . .”
I hold still, giving her time to adjust. “You’re doing so well, baby,” I praise her. “You feel amazing.”
When she relaxes around me, I start to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Chloe’s moans grow louder with each thrust, her hands fisting in the sheets.
“Harder,” she demands. “Please, I can take it.”
I increase my pace, my hands gripping her hips tightly. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our mingled moans of pleasure.
“You’re mine,” I growl, lost in the sensation of claiming her. “All mine.”
“Yes,” Chloe cries out. “Yours, only yours.”
My orgasm builds, a tightening in my lower abdomen. I reach around to rub Chloe’s clit, determined to make her come first.
Chloe’s body shudders under my touch, her moans growing more frantic. I can feel her tightening around me as she nears her peak.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage her, my fingers working her clit in tight circles. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
With a cry that’s almost a scream, Chloe comes undone. Her body convulses, clenching around me so tightly it nearly pushes me over the edge. I slow my thrusts, letting her ride out her orgasm.
As her tremors subside, I resume my pace. The sight of Chloe, flushed and satiated beneath me, is the most powerful control a woman could hold over me.
“Where do you want me to come?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“In my ass,” Chloe gasps. “I want to feel you. I want you to claim what’s yours and will only be yours.”
Her words are my undoing. With a few more powerful thrusts, I bury myself deep inside her and let go, my orgasm washing over me in intense waves. Chloe moans softly as she feels me pulsing inside her.
For a moment, we stay connected, both of us catching our breath. Then, carefully, I withdraw and collapse onto the bed beside her. Chloe turns to face me, her eyes bright and a satisfied smile on her lips.
“That was . . .” she trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Yeah,” I agree, pulling her close. “It was.”
We lie there in comfortable silence, our bodies intertwined. I run my fingers through Chloe’s hair, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me.
“I think I’m falling for you,” Chloe whispers suddenly, her voice barely audible.
My heart swells at her words. I’ve waited so long to hear them, dreamed of this moment countless times. But the reality is so much sweeter than any fantasy.
“I’m already fallen,” I admit, tightening my arms around her.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chloe
Sloane: We need to meet.
Me: Oh my god we do! I have so much to tell you. Are you back from your trip yet?
Sloane: Yes. Tonic in an hour? Can you meet me there?
Drinks sounds perfect. I can’t wait to tell Sloane about my Christmas Eve and Christmas with Jack.
Me: See you soon.
I arrive at Tonic a few minutes early, eager to see Sloane and share my news. The bar is quiet for a weeknight, with a few patrons scattered at tables. I spot Sloane in our usual spot at the bar, her copper hair gleaming under the dim lights. As I approach, I notice her brow is furrowed, and she’s fidgeting with her phone.
“Hey, you!” I slide onto the stool next to her. “How was the trip?”
Sloane looks up, her green eyes clouded with worry. “It was . . . fine. Listen, I need to tell you something important.”
My excitement deflates a bit. “Is everything okay?”
She takes a deep breath. “I just got back from the office.”
My heart skips a beat. This can’t be good. Oh god is she about to tell me my contract isn’t going to get renewed at the beginning of the year? I need this job. I really really need this job. There is no way I can afford to keep my parent’s home and pay my bills for even a month without it. I try to keep my voice steady as I ask, “What’s going on at work?”
Sloane leans in closer, lowering her voice. “I fucked up. I fucked up bad.”
My stomach drops.
“Before I left for my trip, I logged onto Dark Secrets from work. I wasn’t thinking about the ramifications of using a company computer and—” She runs her fingers through her hair. “You told me you had a secret identity on there, and I was curious. I wanted to find you.”
The blood must have drained from my face. My heart races as I process Sloane’s words.
“And,” I ask, my voice raising an octave. “Did you find me?”
She looks away, unable to meet my eyes. “I did. And frankly, you were beautiful and sexy and I didn’t think much of it. But,” she takes a deep breath, “Tyler came into my office today. He was checking in after the holiday and . . .”