Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Sebastian
I took the glasses from her and set them on the table. Taking a seat across from her parents, I gave them a small, embarrassed smile.
“So, what kind of work do you do?” her dad asked.
“I run my own company called Bennett Industries. I buy and sell real estate and failing businesses, turn them around, and sell them.”
“Interesting. Chloe didn’t tell us you were a corporate man,” my dad spoke.
“That’s because she didn’t know. We just ran into each other last night for the first time since London and haven’t really had a chance to talk.”
“Ah, that’s right. The two of you only had sex.” Her dad nodded his head.
“Larry, you’ve embarrassed the poor man. Let’s not bring that up again,” my mom spoke.
I looked over at Chloe as she sat there with a smile on her face.
“There’s no need for him to be embarrassed. Sex is a very open topic in our family.” Her dad grinned at me.
“Can we eat now and stop talking about sex?” Chloe asked. “Sorry.” She looked over at me.
“It’s fine.” I sighed.
“You look awful young to own a corporation. How old are you?” her mother asked.
It was a fair enough question. I wanted to put their minds at ease that I wasn’t a pervy old man who sought out young women.
“I’m thirty. I started my company when I was twenty-one years old with the help of a friend of mine.”
After we finished eating, Chloe’s mother decided it was time for them to go, which pleased me. I couldn’t escape their company fast enough. They were different but nice. Still, knowing that they knew we had sex in London without even knowing each other bothered me.
“Your father and I have to get going.”
“Mom, you don’t have to leave already,” Chloe spoke.
“We do. Thank you for dinner, sweetheart. We’ll talk soon.” She kissed her goodbye. “It was nice meeting you, Sebastian.”
“Likewise.” I smiled.
“Behave yourself.” Her father winked at me. “Or don’t.” He held up his fist for a fist bump.
Shaking her head, Chloe closed the door and looked at me.
“And that was Ophelia and Larry. The people I call my parents.” She lowered her head.
The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was take her to the bedroom, rip off all her clothes, and bury my cock deep inside her. The ache to feel her again was unbearable.
“They’re a little odd but nice.” I smiled as I grabbed hold of her hand.
She lifted her head, and her green eyes stared into mine. She pulled her hand away.
“I’m sure you’re busy tonight, so you don’t have to stay.” She walked into the kitchen.
“You’re right. I should get going. Can I use your bathroom before I leave?”
“Of course. It’s the first door on the left.”
Once I finished using the bathroom, I walked to the kitchen, where she was standing over the sink, washing a pan. Placing my hands on hers in the soapy water, I whispered in her ear, “Thank you for dinner. I enjoyed it.”
I felt her tremble, and my cock immediately started to get hard.
“You’re welcome,” she spoke as her hands stilled in the water.
“Are you sure you want me to leave?” My lips kissed her ear.
“Yes,” she spoke in a mere whisper.
“I don’t want to.” My lips traveled down the side of her neck.
“You have to.” She tilted her head to the side.
“But I don’t.”
Lifting my hands out of the water, I slid them up her shirt and grabbed hold of her breasts. She moaned as I pulled the cups of her bra down, and my fingers played with her nipples.
“I bet your sweet pussy is dripping wet right now.”
“No. It’s not,” she moaned as my hands kneaded her breasts and my tongue slid across her shoulder.
“I guess I’ll have to see for myself.”
Removing one hand from her breast, I slid it down the front of the black leggings she was wearing until I reached her wet opening.
“Ah. I was right,” I whispered in her ear as I dipped my finger inside her, and she threw her head back with a light moan. “I want to fuck you, Chloe Kane. Right here, right now. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she panted as my finger explored her.
I turned her around. Our lips met, and our tongues were reunited. Taking down her leggings and panties, I broke our kiss and lifted off her shirt so she stood there in nothing but her bra. Sliding my tongue down her chest to her taut torso, I lowered myself to my knees and slowly devoured her. Her fingers tangled through my hair as she thrust her hips forward, moaning in ecstasy. Her legs started to shake as her body gave way to her first orgasm of the night.
“Oh. My. God,” she panted.
Licking my way up her, I smashed my mouth against hers as I picked her up and set her on the edge of the counter.
“I’m fucking you right here first.” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a condom.
“Okay,” she spoke with bated breath as she lifted off my shirt.
With the edge of the condom wrapper in my mouth, I hurried and took down my pants, undid her bra, and threw it across the kitchen. Ripping open the wrapper, I removed the condom and slid it over my throbbing cock. Grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to the edge, I thrust inside her while her legs wrapped themselves tightly around my waist. Seizing her mouth with my lips, I kissed her hard, almost as hard as my cock was thrusting in and out of her. High-pitched moans escaped both of us as she reached down and placed both her hands firmly on my ass, pushing me in deeper until my entire length was buried inside her.
“Fuck, Chloe,” I breathlessly spoke.
I lifted her from the counter, still buried inside her, and carried her over to the couch.
“Turn around and get on your knees,” I commanded as I pulled out of her.
She did and grasped the back of the couch as I took her from behind, moving in and out of her with swift, long strokes.
“Do you like it this way?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Very much.”
“How about when I do this?” I reached in front of her and pressed my fingers against her clit.
“YES,” she squealed.
Grabbing hold of her hair, I pulled her head back.
“Give me those beautiful lips of yours.”
She turned her head and our mouths met. When I nipped at her bottom lip, her moans became louder.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Good, because I’m ready to come with you.”
I could feel her pussy swell around my cock as she was about to come. The pleasure was pure and raw, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Sebastian,” she yelled out.
One last deep thrust, and I exploded. She lowered her head as she tried to regain her breath, and I held tightly onto her hips as I pressed my lips against her back. Pulling out of her, I disposed of the condom, picked up the blanket she had sitting in the corner, and wrapped it around us as I sat down next to her, pulling her into me.
“That was some reunion.”
“It sure was,” she spoke as her finger ran across my chest.
“Tell me more about you.”
“What do you want to know?” She looked up at me.
“Everything. How are you going to tell the guy you’re seeing that you fucked another man?”
She laughed. “You know damn well I’m not seeing anyone.”
“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
She got up from the couch. “I’ll be right back.”
A few moments later, she returned, wearing a black satin short robe.
“I’m going to grab us some wine before I get into that story.” She smiled.
Getting up from the couch, I pulled on my underwear and my pants. When she emerged from the kitchen, she handed me a glass of wine and sat beside me.
“When I arrived in London, my boyfriend, back in California, and I had been broken up for two weeks. We had dated for nine months. He took me to a fancy restaurant, where I was sure he was going to ask me to move in with him, but instead, he told me he was gay.”
“Are you serious?” I asked in shock.
“Yep. One hundred percent. But we’re really close friends now. He’s a great guy; besides Sienna, he’s one of my best friends.”
“Well, that’s good that you remained friends with him. I didn’t know you lived in California.”
“Yeah. I actually just moved back here a couple of months ago. I worked at the other gallery that Connor and Ellery own in Los Angeles. I started out here as an intern for them, and he moved me there as an assistant curator. Then, he moved me back here when he offered me the managing job at the new gallery.”
“Remind me to thank him the next time I see him.”
“How about you? Your parents must be very proud of your accomplishments.”
I took in a sharp breath. Discussing my past wasn’t an option. Not even with her.
“Of course they are. Listen, I better get going. I have to fly out to Minneapolis tomorrow for a meeting.”
“On a Sunday?” she asked, looking up at me.
Reaching down, my lips gently brushed against hers.
“Yes, on a Sunday. Unfortunately, my work is seven days a week.”
She sat up and took a sip of her wine as I got up from the couch and finished getting dressed.
“Can I have your phone number?” I asked with a smile.
“Sure.” She grinned as she rattled it off to me. “Can I have yours?” She stood up.
Running the back of my hand down her cheek, I spoke, “You’ll have it when I either call you or text you.”
“Oh, okay.” She frowned.
After I kissed her lips one last time, she walked me to the door.
“Have a safe trip to Minneapolis.”
“I will. I’ll see you soon.”
Climbing into the limo, I shut the door and stared at the brownstone as Eli drove away.
“How did it go?” he asked as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.
“It went good, really good.” I continued to stare out the window.
Meeting her parents was the last thing I wanted to do. I’d never met a woman’s parents before. That was totally unexpected, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I could sense trouble where Chloe Kane was concerned; trouble for me. I could tell she was very family-oriented, and that didn’t sit well with me.