Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHLOE
E yes still closed to the morning light, I stretch an arm out, palm flat, and find nothing but cool sheets.
I roll over and scan the room to make sure, but the stillness confirms what I already know—he’s not here.
I throw my arm over my eyes, memories of last night flashing through my head. His body moving over mine, his words, his touch, the way he felt inside me…
Heat flares over my skin and my nipples tighten, sensitive against the silky sheets.
Last night exceeded all my expectations. Though I haven’t had many sexual partners, I’ve had enough to know good sex from bad. And sex with Roman wasn’t just good. It was mind blowing.
On my side once more, I curl into a ball. How am I going to sit in the same office with him day after day and not imagine all the things he’s done to me and the way he made me feel?
I don’t have the first clue, but I have to. That was the agreement. And as hard as I’ve made things for myself, I can’t bring myself to regret last night.
Maybe I should. Maybe I should be chastising myself for being so reckless, especially when my decisions affect Dad as well as me. But I trust Roman when he says he won’t let what happened between us affect my job.
I just have to make sure the same is true for me.
With a sigh, I get up and stretch, enjoying the almost pleasant soreness of my muscles. We don’t have to leave for another two hours, so I take my time luxuriating under the hot spray of the shower. As I soap myself up, my fingers brush over a sensitive spot on my inner thigh. I look down, my mind flashing back to the moment when Roman left his mark on me.
With a shiver, I trace my fingers over it again. What was going through his head when he did this to me?
I can’t dwell on that question. I need to put my professional mask back on and prove that I can move past last night and not make things weird. Even though I’m suddenly doubting my ability to do so.
After I’ve dried off, I order breakfast from room service and sit out on the balcony in the sun to eat delicious pastries and sip on my coffee.
It’s unbelievable still, that I’m here, in Paris, surrounded by so much history and beauty. It feels like a dream.
One I’ll have to wake up from all too soon.
When Roman’s knock finally comes, I’m packed and ready to go, even if I’m not ready to face him. My heart hammers as I carry my small suitcase to the door.
It throws in an extra beat, just for fun, when I tug on the door’s handle and see him standing there. He’s in a suit, of course. I’m not sure he wears anything else. But god he wears it well.
His hair is slightly damp, as if he hasn’t been out of the shower long. Did he sleep in after our long night? Or did he go straight back to work when he left my room?
My chest tightens at the memory of the admission he shared with me between orgasms. Is his father the reason he drives himself so hard?
“Good morning.” His voice is a touch rougher than normal, and he examines me in a way that definitely doesn’t scream professional . “Did you get much sleep?”
My cheeks heat, but I ignore the sensation. “A couple of hours. How about you?”
One corner of his mouth tugs up. “One or two.”
Throat suddenly dry, I wet my lips, and his gaze instantly drops to my mouth, sharp and focused.
My pulse leaps. Maybe it won’t be easy for him to go back to the way things were either.
He reaches for my suitcase, and I let him take it, even though I’m more than capable of carrying it myself. He handles it as well as his with ease as we walk down the hallway and take the elevator down.
The air surrounding us is thick with unsaid words, and my body is taut with the need to stand closer to him; to run my hand over his chest and press it to the spot above his heart so I can feel the solid thump of its beat. But I resist. I had one night to explore him; to pretend there were no obstacles keeping us apart, and now that’s over.
In the car on the way to the airport, I look out the window, and beside me, Roman loses himself in work on his phone. Honestly, I’m grateful to have a little more time before I have to act as if he’s merely my boss.
I take in the buildings we pass, soaking it all in. One day, I hope I can bring Dad here. I’ll show him what I was lucky enough to see on this trip and discover everything else I haven’t had a chance to yet.
It’s a comfort, imagining that rather than dwelling on the knowledge that I’ll never again experience Roman the way I did last night.
Once we board the King jet, we settle into the seats we sat in previously, facing each other. I deliberately avoid looking at him, instead studying every facet of the cabin, hiding behind a flimsy pretense of normality.
The idea that he can probably tell I’m flustered makes me feel more vulnerable than I like.
And quickly, I realize I’m not hiding anything. When the plane levels out at cruising altitude, I can’t withstand his scrutiny any longer.
As our eyes meet, my stomach drops. The tightness in his expression is like a physical blow. It’s one I’ve never seen before.
“It’s so strange,” I babble. “The time we land in New York will be just after the time we left France. It will be like the next seven hours didn’t happen.”
For a moment, his brows draw together, then his expression softens. “Come here.”
My heart lurches at the command. “What? Why?” I let out a nervous laugh.
God, this is nothing like me. I’m supposed to be mature. I’m supposed to be the kind of woman who can have the most incredible night of her life with her boss and then act as if it never happened.
Roman lowers his voice. “I said come here.”
I unbuckle my seat belt and take a small step. That’s all it takes to be practically standing between his legs. I look down at him, heart pounding and knees shaking. Not from fear, but from the memory of just how hard he made me come last night.
His eyes spark, as if he’s remembering too, and his hands curl into fists on his thighs. “We promised each other one night.”
Too embarrassed to listen to any more, I hold up my hand. “Don’t. I know what we agreed to and I’m fully onboard. I won’t make things weird. I’ll be exactly the professional assistant you?—”
“Chloe.”
The low growl stops me and sends my pulse racing.
Trembling, I whisper, “Yes?”
He looks down, uncurling his fingers and flexing them. Then he focuses on me again. “The next seven hours will be like they never happened.”
I blink, my skin heating. “I know how time zones work. I was just saying it’s a weird feeling.”
His chuckle is low, vibrating over me in the most intimate way, like the way he groaned against my skin.
In response to the memory, a shiver courses through me, and my nipples harden to points, straining against my shirt.
His focus lands on them, his nostrils flaring. “Seven hours that will only belong to us.”
My stomach flips at the gravel in his voice—at the implication of his words. Is he suggesting an extension to our agreement?
“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. We can leave things the way we said we would. Or we can spend the next few hours doing the things we didn’t get a chance to do last night.”
My heart thrashes against my ribcage, even as an ache settles deep in my belly. The responsible thing to do would be to sit back down and tell him we should leave things the way they are. But just being in Roman’s proximity rips apart my sensible persona. And how could I not want to enjoy the moment rather than worry about the future?
Surely indulging in a few more orgasms won’t make things any worse?
He regards me, head back, legs spread, hands fisted on his thighs again. His knuckles are white, as if he’s restraining himself from touching me.
Tendrils of need tighten into a knot inside me. A few more hours to touch, to taste—to pretend…
Once again, I throw caution to the wind, and I give him my answer by dropping to my knees between his.
He groans. “Fuck, Chloe.”
“The flight attendant won’t come out, will she?”
He stabs a button on the arm of his chair. “We’re working out here, so no interruptions. I’ll call if I need you.”
Mostly reassured that I won’t be seen kneeling in front of my boss, I grasp the buckle of his belt.
He wraps his hands around mine, searching my face. “You don’t have to do this.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “I want to.”
His eyes sear into me, but he cradles my jaw, feathering his thumbs over my cheekbones with a tenderness that makes my eyes sting. “You want to know what I taste like when I come, sweetheart?”
The sting is replaced by a rush of desire throughout my entire body. I press my thighs together, my voice coming out breathy when I say, “It’s only fair.”
A muscle leaps in his jaw, and he unbuckles his belt. “Take me out.”
I reach, almost too eagerly, for his zipper and undo it. He lifts his hips so I can pull the tops of his pants and his boxer briefs down.
He’s already mouthwateringly hard. And when he grips himself and strokes upward, a pearlescent bead of pre-cum forms at the head, then trickles down the underside of his shaft. It’s incredibly erotic, watching him, this man who is usually so reserved, so in control, sit here fully dressed in his tailored suit with his beautiful dick in his hand.
“Unbutton your blouse.” His gritty tone sends sparks shooting up my spine.
Obediently, I work the buttons free with shaky fingers, then let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor behind me, leaving me in my skirt and white satin bra. Each breath I take causes my hard, sensitive nipples to rub against the fabric, sending a little shiver through me.
His irises turn stormy as he drinks me in. “Fucking gorgeous.” With his free hand, he drags both cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts.
He rolls one peak, then the other, between his fingers, teasing them until they’re tight and achy. Then he slips the pad of his thumb between my teeth and tugs my jaw open.
Angling his cock toward me, he pauses. “Is this what you want?”
Casting my eyes up to his, I nod. The move is small, considering he’s holding my mouth open.
His expression, eyes half-lidded, arousal heavy in his glittering stare, is seared into my memory, where it will stay for eternity.
Need burns low in my belly as he feeds his thick crown between my lips, and when he lets me go, I hum around his shaft and sink down as far as I can.
Hips jerking, Roman hisses between his teeth and buries his hands in my hair, holding me still as he breathes heavily through his nose. “So beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
After a moment, he relaxes his grip, still cupping my head, but not hard enough to restrict my movement.
I read that as my cue to take control and, eyes closed, I pull back, swirling my tongue around him, enjoying his salty, masculine taste before taking even more of him into my mouth.
He groans, low and deep, the sound alone enough to have arousal soaking my panties. When I focus on his face, I find him watching me, mouth slightly parted, eyes hungry and fixed on where my lips are stretched around him.
There’s no way I can fit all of him in, but I do my best, circling my fingers around where my mouth can’t reach and squeezing. With my other hand, I gently massage his balls, relishing the way his lids hood and his head drops back against the chair.
Pulling back again, I let my lips rub over the satin-smooth skin of his tip, then slowly glide back down until it nudges my throat.
Another low rumble works its way out of him, and his shaft pulses against my tongue. Encouraged by his reaction, I pick up my pace, drawing him as deep as I can and sucking, then pulling almost all the way off him.
His body tenses under my hand, and a fine tremor vibrates through my fingertips as I drive him toward the edge. The thought that he’s already close to coming has my pulse quickening as I continue working him with my mouth and hands.
I let him fall from my lips so I can stroke the hard length of him, lapping at the sensitive slit in his crown as I do.
“Sweetheart.” His tone is ragged, tortured.
I repeat the move, licking up the pre-cum spilling from him until he tugs on my hair and yanks my head back.
“Open,” he growls.
Chest rising and falling, body alive and pulsing, I follow his direction.
His whole body draws tight as he feeds himself back into my mouth, and as I take him down again, so deep that my throat convulses around him, his eyes slam shut.
“Fuck, that feels….” He tightens his grip, holding me still, and rocks his hips up as if he can’t control himself.
He’s on the edge. Witnessing him lose control has my entire body going molten. As lust coils in my core, sparking in my clit, I squirm, rolling my hips, desperate for friction.
He tilts my head back until I’m staring shamelessly into his eyes, mouth still full of him. “Pull your skirt up and touch yourself.”
I immediately let him go so I can tug up the hem of my skirt. The moment I slide my hand into my panties, I find my already swollen and sensitive clit, and stroke over it, sending waves of heat pulsating through my body.
His gaze roves from my mouth to my eyes to where my fingers are moving. His body tenses, muscles pulling tight, and he throbs against my tongue.
I force my attention to his face, desperate to give him whatever it is he needs. His eyes are slitted as he watches me sucking him. Letting go of my hair, he cradles the back of my head with one hand and guides me up and down.
“More,” he pants, all control gone.
And I love it.
Seemingly impossibly, he swells even thicker between my lips. The reaction makes me dizzy with desperation. With the knowledge of what I’m doing to him.
“Look at me.”
I shiver at the low pitch of his voice, staring up at him, but not slowing the movement of my fingers on my clit.
As I sink down onto him, the tip of his cock pushing into my throat again, he flexes his fingers in my hair. “You’re so damn sweet, on your knees for me.”
I suck harder, and his body coils tight, his grip on me tightening.
“That’s it,” he growls. “You want to taste me?”
Nodding, I hum.
“Let me see you come, and I’ll give you what you want.”
His words combined with the way he presses further in, holding himself deep in my mouth, send me plummeting over the edge.
As my release hits me, all my nerve endings fire off at once, and I jerk, clenching my eyes shut and moaning around him.
“So damn sexy.” He tugs my head back so I’m forced to release him, then untangles a hand from my hair and wraps it around his shaft. “Open that pretty mouth.”
Lifting my gaze, I keep it fixed on his as I open my mouth, desperate to watch him fall apart.
He gives himself three vicious strokes, then lets out a harsh groan as he comes, hot spurts streaking across my lips and landing on my tongue. Still coming, he slides the head of his cock into my mouth again so the last few pulses hit the back of my throat.
The muscles of his thigh twitch under my hand as he spasms against my tongue.When the pulsing finally stops, he’s breathing fast, his pupils blown wide.
He brackets my throat with his big hand, applying the slightest pressure. “Show me what a good girl you are and swallow for me.”
I do, my throat working against his palm as I drink him down.
“All of it.”
His demand comes out as a low, dark rumble, sending an aftershock rippling through my core. I lick my lips, eager for every drop of him.
Swearing under his breath, he sweeps his thumb beneath my lower lip, then slides it into my mouth, feeding me what I missed.
When I pull my hand from my panties, he captures my wrist and raises my fingers to his mouth, sliding them inside. As he runs his tongue along each one, scraping the pads with his teeth, his eyes burning into mine, my arousal spikes.
Oh my god.
I just came, but I swear I could come again without much provocation.
Still hard, he stands and draws me up with him, taking my mouth in a hungry kiss, apparently unbothered by the taste of himself.
When we break apart, I sway on my feet.
“We’re not finished,” he says, voice still rough. “Unless you say no, I’m going to take you back into the bedroom and eat your perfect little pussy until you’re dripping all over my face. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard neither of us will remember who we are. For the next few hours, you’re going to give me all of this sweet, hot body and every orgasm I can take from it.” He tugs my head back, staring down at me with such intensity I can barely breathe. “And when you think you have nothing left to give, I’ll prove just how wrong you are.”
The sensible part of me, the one that’s been in control for so long, is screaming that this will only make things worse. But I silence it without a second thought. I’m going to enjoy Roman and everything he’s offering right now, and I’ll deal with the fallout later.
I go up on my toes, press my lips to his, and whisper, “Yes.”