33. Sean
33
SEAN
C hloe kissed me back, urgently tugging me closer as we fell into bed together.
Her mouth was soft, and her lips parted easily, deepening the kiss.
Tendrils of her hair escaped from her updo and framed her beautiful face.
My desire for her overwhelmed me.
Her and her alone. No other woman came close.
I felt heady with lust as my hands encircled her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible.
Her chest was flush against mine, sending sparks through my body.
With her, I’d felt more alive in the past month than I’d felt since my teenage years.
I put my arms under her butt and lifted her on top of me.
“There is no way I could feel nothing for you, Sean,” she said, cradling my face in her hands.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her expression was vulnerable, like she thought I could hurt her with this knowledge.
I kissed her in response—fervent kisses.
I’d been wounded more than I’d expected when she said, back in the car, that she felt nothing.
I had told myself that it didn’t matter—it couldn’t matter—but it had hurt.
The woman who was part of my erotic dreams every night was not affected by me?
Her admission now soothed a tormented emotion that had started in the car.
“Especially when you stood up for me so gallantly after Will bailed,” she said between kisses.
“Stop saying his name,” I shot back.
I bit her lip in punishment.
Unfortunately, she liked it a little too much, going by how she pressed up against me.
I didn’t want that blasted man’s name crossing her lips ever again, so I pulled her till she was sitting on my cock, trapped in my boxers.
She smelled amazing, and I couldn’t wait to have my hungry mouth on her soft skin.
I could feel her warmth through the layers of clothes and moved gently until she closed her eyes at the sudden pleasure.
I had found the right spot.
“Uff,” she murmured, her voice tender as she ground my cock over my boxers.
I sat up, pressing my lips to her neck, biting down gently while she threw her head back.
“It was killing me all day to think about you going out with Will. I couldn’t bear to consider how easy it was for him to do what I’d wanted to do all along,” I muttered against her skin, my fingers rubbing up and down the sides of her legs.
She arched her back as my lips trailed down her neck to her cleavage to the delicious dip underneath her blouse.
“Like asking you out,” I said, my breath hot and heavy against her skin.
Her eyes were misty and gentle, and her hands were working through my hair, weakening me.
“You’ve been wanting to ask me out?” she asked softly.
A small creak sounded as the bed moved underneath her, and the two of us froze before I remembered that her brother wasn’t here.
“Henry’s going to kill me if he finds out I’m doing this with my boss,” Chloe said, her eyes widening as she considered the consequences.
“Hey,” I said, pulling her face toward me and pressing a kiss on her forehead and her nose and her cheeks.
“There’s going to be no bad consequences for whatever happens tonight—do you hear me?”
Her expression was tender as she gazed back at me, and then she pulled me to her.
My erection was hard and ready, straining against my boxers.
“I’d been waiting for a sight of you all day today,” she whispered into my ear while she ground against me eagerly.
I closed my eyes, stifling a groan, while I palmed her stomach.
Her skin was smooth, like satin.
Just this fleeting touch sent shivers down my back.
I’d been aching to reach up to her breasts all through dinner.
“And you denied me what I desperately wanted,” she said.
My breath was ragged against her cheek as I looked at her fiercely, remembering why I’d stayed away.
“I don’t want you to go out with Will ever again,” I growled back, my fingers slipping under her blouse while her breath was on my shoulder, kissing me blindly.
“I won’t,” she murmured against my chest, and my heart swelled at those words.
Under her blouse, I found the cup of her bra and slipped my fingers under it.
She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut while I thumbed her pointed nipple.
Her skin was warm, and her tit was hard.
“Will was just a distraction to get over you,” she gasped, throwing her head back.
“I can’t think of any other man but you all day long, and it’s fucking frustrating.”
I used both hands to open the buttons of her blouse, and my gaze was on her cleavage.
I was rock hard by the time I reached the last button and leisurely parted the sides of her blouse, revealing a deep beige lace bra that barely concealed much.
“Fuck, Chloe,” I muttered, a heady feeling shooting through me.
I was a goner.
She was well endowed, her curves barely contained in that slim fabric.
I made a low sound of approval before I turned away, hit by a sudden ache.
The fancy underwear meant she’d been hoping for something to happen with Will tonight.
Chloe must have known what was going through my mind because she put her hands on my cheeks and forced me to look into her eyes.
“Hey. Will meant nothing to me.” She sat up straight and kissed my lower lip seductively.
“A distraction to take my mind off you.” She kissed my cheeks and my forehead.
“I failed at that, obviously.”
Chloe should be free to date whoever she wanted.
Especially since I was too busy and overwhelmed to have the emotions required for a relationship.
I took my hand and placed my fingers on her barely covered breasts.
Her nipples responded to my touch as I ran my fingers over her bra.
I swiped my tongue over my lips as I said, “I’m going to suggest you stop trying to get over me.”
“So, we give in, just this once?”
“And get it out of our systems,” I said, my voice husky.
“And after tonight, we’ll never do this again,” she said as she tugged my boxers off and released my cock.
God, when I’d heard her unravel at the restaurant, I knew I wanted to hear her come again and again.
If tonight was our only night together, I’d better make it memorable.
She ran her hands over my length, feeling the smooth skin, and sighed.
She made me feel so good; it was more than I could handle.
I pushed her back down on the mattress, and dipping my head, I traced her nipple through her bra.
Her bra was damp in a minute while she tried to keep her grip on my cock and failed.
“We have to get rid of this,” I said, reaching for the straps of her lace bra and pulling them down.
Her plump breasts slid free.
My tongue swirled around one of her nipples, gently nipping her rosy tit while she groaned with pleasure.
Arching her back, she ran her hands over the back of my head and pulled me in closer, a delicious whimper escaping her.
“Sean,” she pleaded in between ragged breaths.
My fingers roamed her waist, desperate to touch more of her and finding only the soft cloth of her skirt.
“Get this damn thing off,” I demanded.
She got off the bed and stood up as she reached for the zipper on her skirt.
I sat up, watching her in the moonlight that streamed in through the windows.
In a second, her skirt and her bra were off, leaving her in her thong.
“Something’s off about this picture.” I grinned, swinging my legs off the bed, but staying seated on the edge of the mattress as I pulled her to me.
I ran my hands over her thighs, stroking her inner thigh, and getting tantalizingly closer to her core, but holding off.
“Sean, don’t tease,” she muttered, a warning note in her voice as she put her hands on my shoulders.
“Are you reprimanding your boss?” I asked, turning her to the side and spanking her gently on her bottom.
She bit her lip and looked at me, considering the spank.
I’d bet she had never had it done to her before.
“Do it again,” she demanded in a whisper.
“Hmm, bossy, are we?” I asked.
“I learned it from someone,” she added with a cheeky grin, turning around and letting me feel the smooth and soft butt cheek.
I ran my fingers around her bum, and then I brought my hand down with a sudden smack.
She gasped and stifled it as I rubbed her sore spot instantly.
“How was that?”
“I’m still trying to decide,” she muttered.
I chuckled, reaching for her panties.
I ran the tips of my fingers up and down the length of her thighs as I fought the desire to get inside her.
There will be time for that soon , I reminded myself when I reached her gentle folds underneath her panties.
Moving the underwear aside, I pushed her wet folds apart, marveling at how ready she was and mentally talking myself out of the desire to push my cock in her.
She pulled me closer, her hands around my neck.
“Henry could be back anytime. Let’s hurry.”
My gaze met hers.
“Chloe, I need to take care of you first.”
She bit her lower lip.
“Me?”
I found her instantly more attractive just then, and I pulled her down back on the bed, on top of me as I kissed her soft lips, parting them to plunge my tongue in.
“Yes,” I said in between kisses.
“Haven’t you had a guy take care of you first?” I muttered, and she shook her head ever so slightly.
I shifted, so that she was on the bed and under me before I brought my finger to her sex.
Circling her bud, I built up the kiss while her breaths came in quicker, ragged.
“With Bruce,” she gasped, “It was always missionary and nothing else.”
I shook my head.
“What a selfish asshole,” I muttered as I circled my thumb faster while she whimpered, her eyes cloudy.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Chloe,” I added, sliding a finger inside her folds.
“Your hair, your body, your smile—you look like a gorgeous queen, Chloe, and you deserve to be treated like one,” I said.
She arched her back, and I reached for her breast, her nipple now a hard peak.
I bit down on it just as I added another finger in her, driving them deeper than I ever had before.
She twisted her fingers in my hair, panting with need, and began to move on my hand.
She parted her legs even wider, and I knew she was close.
“Only when your pleasure is taken care of will I think about mine, Chloe. And when I do, I want to be inside you, to fuck you until you’re screaming my name louder than anything else, and I—only I—will be the one who gets to touch you. Not Will, not anyone else—do you understand?” I demanded.
She drew back from the fast-approaching climax to open her eyes and meet my gaze, her lips parted.
She nodded faintly.
“Go,” I muttered, pressing my thumb down on her swollen clit and driving my fingers deeper and deeper with every plunge.
“I want to feel you come, Chloe. I’ll take care of you.”
I began to suck deeper, pulling at her tit harder while she rode my hand.
Pretty soon, she was trembling, calling out my name as she became limp in my arms.
“Oh, Sean,” she muttered weakly in the silence with her eyes closed while I grinned.
Pushing a strand of hair off her face, I asked, “Yes, beautiful?”
She opened her eyes instantly at that word, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks.
She lifted a hand and cupped the side of my face.
“Yes, that’s my name for you,” I said.
“Why are we bothering with pet names if this is just a onetime thing?” she asked.
“Because you’re far too good for me to be satisfied with just one time. You’re the kind of woman a man would want again and again with the intensity of a person craving water in a desert. Until he becomes a slave to you. The kind of woman any sensible guy would stay away from.
“And luckily for you,” I continued, trailing kisses on her face, her neck, “I left my senses back at the restaurant we dined at.” I planted a kiss in the dip between her breasts.
She laughed, propping herself up on her elbow as she turned to me sideways.
“Well, we aren’t done yet,” she said as she reached for my cock.
It jerked at the touch, and I groaned.
Oh, how I’d been craving her touch.
She pushed me gently back on the bed and straddled my knees, her hand firm around my hard length.
“Let me—” she began when her expression changed.
She froze and looked out the window, where I only saw the inky-black sky.
“Did you hear that?” she asked, getting off me.
I felt frustration at the loss of her warmth on me and began shaking my head when I heard it too.
Someone was jiggling a key in the apartment’s door.
Chloe turned to me, eyes wide.
“Henry’s back.”
I helped her off the bed, and we stood up, finding our clothes scattered at various spots around the bed.
She got her panties and skirt on, and I found the bra and the blouse.
“Let me,” I said as she reached for them.
She looked surprised and nodded, turning with her back to me.
The bedroom door was closed, and I heard someone in the living room while I slipped her bra straps through her arms. Resisting the urge to fondle her heavy breasts, I clipped the hooks on the back and helped her put her blouse back on.
When she looked up, her cheeks were crimson, and her expression was flushed.
“Thank you,” she muttered, and I nodded.
An odd sound came from the kitchen, the sound of a crash, and Chloe looked surprised.
“Go,” I said. “I’ll join you in a minute.”