Chapter 20
Bad decision – when you do something you shouldn’t, but you really, really want to
Lucas
C hloe bounces on my shoulder as I bound up the stairs. I keep my arm wrapped around her waist to keep her right where I want her.
This is wrong. We agreed to keep our marriage professional. I should drop Chloe in her room and lock myself away from her.
But I’m not going to. Not when my cock has been aching to be inside this woman since the first time I saw her. I’ve imagined her long legs wrapped around my waist while I plunge my cock inside her too many times to stop now.
I hurry into my room. I want Chloe’s scent on my sheets. If this is the one time I have her, I want to be able to lay in my bed at night and remember how she looked in my room in my bed while I gave her pleasure she won’t be able to forget.
I throw Chloe on the bed and she giggles as she bounces. “I thought I was supposed to be the wild one.”
“You drive me wild, wildcat.”
And she does. I usually keep a tight rein on my emotions. It’s a necessity when you’re a cop and walk in on a woman who’s been beaten bloody by her husband.
But with Chloe, I can’t help myself. She makes me crazy with desire to rip her clothes off. To touch her slight curves. To kiss her skin. To bury myself inside her.
I inhale a deep breath before I decide to hell with control and do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about in my shower with my cock in my hand since I discovered my definition of temptation lived next door.
I plant a knee on the bed and fall forward onto my fists above her. Her eyes flare and she licks her bottom lip. Stay on track, Lucas.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I growl since I’m no longer capable of normal speech.
She raises her eyebrows. “This as in sex?”
I growl. “Yes, sex.”
“Gotcha.”
I hesitate. Is she lying? In my experience, women have a hard time distinguishing between sex and love. I should probably walk out the door. I’m not going to, though.
“I’m serious, wildcat. This is sex and only sex.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I wouldn’t describe this as sex. No one’s naked. There’s no panting. I…”
I tickle her ribs before she can continue. She tries to squirm away from me, but I don’t let her go. I never want to let her go. Just sex, Lucas. Just sex.
“Stop!” She bats my hands away but she’s giggling too hard to be very effective.
I stop tickling her ribs and glide my hands up and down her sides. “Well, well, well, my wildcat is ticklish. I’m filing this information away for future use.”
“You better not tell anyone I’m ticklish.”
I freeze. “Or what?”
She wags her finger at me. “Nuh-uh. No way. I’m not revealing my bag of pranks to an officer of the law.”
I chuckle. “Bag of pranks? Is this an actual bag?”
“I’m never telling.”
I lift my hands and wiggle my fingers. “What if I tickle you more?”
“Cruel and unusual punishment, Officer Fellows.”
I glide my hand along her ribs until I reach the swell of her breast. “What if I tease you in another way?”
Her breath hitches. “What way?”
I bend over to whisper in her ear. “I don’t let you come for a long, long time.” I bite her earlobe and she shivers. I love how responsive she is to me. I can’t wait to see how long I need to tease her before she’s screaming my name in ecstasy.
Speaking of which. I sit up and grasp the hem of her t-shirt. “This okay?”
She lifts her hands above her head. “More than okay. Please feel free to do whatever you want to my body without asking again.” Her nose wrinkles. “Except no butthole stuff. It’s an exit only zone.”
I bark out a laugh. I’ve never laughed while in bed with a woman before. But I like it.
Except I don’t want Chloe to be able to speak. I want her gasping with pleasure. Begging me to let her come.
My cock presses against my zipper. It’s on board with this plan.
I whip her t-shirt off leaving Chloe in a white lace bra. Her pink nipples are visible through the lace. It’s an invitation I can’t resist. I trace my finger around her nipple and she arches her back to push her chest closer to me.
I watch as her nipple hardens for me. “Is this what you wear underneath your clothes every day?”
“Do you not approve?”
“Don’t beg for compliments.”
“Or what? Are you going to spank me? Or maybe handcuff me?”
I still. “Are you serious? You want me to handcuff you?”
She shrugs. “I’ve never been handcuffed before, but I feel safe trying it with you. You are a police officer after all.”
Warmth stabs me in the chest before spreading throughout my body. She feels safe with me? After everything her mom put her through? She feels safe. I vow she will always feel safe with me.
“Maybe next time,” I grumble.
There shouldn’t be a next time. This time shouldn’t be happening as it is. But I can’t stop myself from promising this woman everything she wants. She’s my wildcat. She’s mine to protect. To pleasure.
Speaking of pleasure…
“The bra can stay on but the rest of your clothes have got to go.” She reaches for her pants but I stop her. “My job.”
She lifts her hands to grab the headboard. “You won’t hear me complaining.”
She won’t be able to speak at all if it’s up to me. And it is up to me. I’m the one in this bed with her. I’m the one who’s going to make her mad for passion. Starting now. Talking time is done.
I rip her pants open and slide the zipper down to reveal a pair of white lacy panties to match her white lacy bra. Damn. I’m going to imagine her in this outfit whenever she walks around the house from now on. I thought she was torturing me before but that was before I knew about her lingerie.
I shove her pants down her legs until she can kick the material off. My wildcat is a vision in her lacy lingerie with her porcelain skin on display and her auburn hair spread out over my pillow. I’m tempted to snatch a picture.
My cock presses against my zipper to remind me this isn’t the time for picture taking. This is the time for memory making.
I whip my t-shirt over my head and she gasps. “Holy mermaids.”
“No mermaids. Just me.”
She reaches to touch me but I stop her. “Hands back on the headboard.”
If she touches me now, I won’t be able to go slow. And I want to take my time since this is the one and only time my wife will be in this bed.
I glide my hands up Chloe’s thighs and she automatically widens her legs for me. The sight of my tanned oversized hands on her alabaster skin has me fixated. The goosebumps following in the wake of my movement intrigue me.
“Are you going to torture me all night?”
“I did warn you I would tease you.”
“Two can play at this game.” She wraps her legs around my waist and rubs her panties clad core against my stomach. I can feel her wet excitement through her panties.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Are you hard for me?”
“Oh, Chloe. I’m always hard for you.”
“Same, hubby. Same.”
I scowl at her use of the word hubby. This isn’t real. We can’t get attached. As soon as Holly drops her custody suit, Chloe and I will return to being nothing more than neighbors.
I wish it could be otherwise but I can’t chance it. I already had one wife who wouldn’t stick. The wild child’s chances of sticking are even worse.
Chloe’s heels rub against my back to remind me this is not the time for contemplation. This is my chance to feel her squeeze my cock when she comes. To watch her face when ecstasy hits.
I unwind her legs from around me. “Are you ready for me?”
She widens her legs and I dive a hand into her panties. I skip her clit and go straight for her pussy. I plunge two fingers inside. I groan at how hot and wet she is.
I pump in and out a few times and Chloe moans as her walls flutter around my fingers. Not good enough. I want to feel her pussy clamp down on my cock.
I remove my fingers and she hisses. “Why did you stop? I’m nearly there.”
“Because you’re not coming until my cock is buried deep inside you.”
Her breath hitches. “Okay.”
I slide her panties off her before standing to push my jeans down. My cock juts out and points straight at Chloe. It knows what it wants.
I dive into the top drawer of my nightstand. I hope to hell I have some condoms in here. I find a box and dig one out. Once the protection is secured, I climb back into bed.
I settle between Chloe’s thighs and hitch my cock at her entrance. “Are you ready for this?”
“I’ve been re—”
I don’t let her finish before I sink inside her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She feels better than I could have ever imagined. My cock is ready to explode. I clench my jaw and inhale a breath through my nose. I will not come until Chloe has screamed my name at least once.
She wraps her legs around my waist and arches her back until her chest hits mine. The feel of her lace against my skin is incredible. But next time, I want to feel her hard nipples pressing against me.
“My wildcat is impatient,” I grumble before slowly retreating until only the tip is inside her. “You want wild? I can give you wild.”
I surge into her before beginning to pump in and out of her faster and faster until I’m practically rutting inside her.
Chloe’s hands grasp my shoulders and her fingernails dig into my skin. “Yes,” she hisses. “Harder.”
I get to my knees and throw her legs over my shoulders. “My wildcat wants harder, she gets harder.”
Her breasts bounce with my thrusts and she claws at the bedsheets as her head twists from side to side. Her walls flutter.
“Are you close?” I don’t wait for a reply before sneaking my hand between us to touch her clit. I rub it in circles until Chloe is panting.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“You say my name when you come.” I pinch her clit and she explodes.
“Lucas!”
Her walls clamp down on me and I’m helpless to stop my orgasm. It barrels down on me and I growl. “Chloe.”
I continue to thrust into her until her body is boneless. I drop her legs and roll to my side.
“W-w…” she stutters.
I chuckle. “Did I cause the wild child to become speechless?”
She slaps my stomach. “Catching my breath is all.”
I twist my head to glance at her. She has a tiny smile on her face and drops of sweat bead her forehead. She’s never looked more beautiful.
Too bad she’s not destined to be mine.
She’s a flight risk. And I can’t take risks with Natalia.
No matter how much I might want to. I’m afraid I’ve never wanted anything else in my life as much as I want Chloe.