46. Chloe
46
CHLOE
W e got out of the car twenty minutes later, outside a piercingly tall steel-and-glass skyscraper.
It was now vacant, except for a security guard, who waved us in.
“Special access?” I asked while we crossed the dimly lit lobby to the elevator.
Sean grinned back at me as we waited for the elevator.
Once in, he pulled me to him as we rode up.
In an instant, our lips were pressed against each other, yielding to the desire burning inside us.
His lips made feathery brushes over mine.
Once, twice before he ramped up the intensity.
The elevator doors must have opened again, but Sean had me pressed against the back wall, his kisses intense, because the next thing we knew, we were heading back down.
I burst out laughing while Sean broke off, breathing heavily and staring at the numbers on the control panel as they counted down.
“How the hell did we miss getting out?” he asked, turning to me after he pressed the button for the rooftop again.
When the elevator rose and finally stopped at the rooftop, he took my hand as he led me out.
In two seconds, my jaw dropped.
We were standing at a beautiful rooftop botanical garden.
The garden was lush and vibrant, filled with a variety of flowers in every shade imaginable—deep crimson roses, delicate white orchids, and vibrant purple lavenders.
The air was fragrant with the scent of jasmine and gardenias.
It was beyond romantic.
Pathways wound through the garden, lined with soft, velvety moss and sprinkled with petals.
Small, discreet lanterns and fairy lights were draped across the trees and shrubs, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated the flowers and created a magical ambiance.
Twinkling lights were also woven into the vines that climbed the trellises.
It was like being in a secret, secluded garden.
Off to one side, there was a sheltered seating area with plush, comfortable chairs and a low table, set with crystal glasses and a bottle of champagne.
Nearby, a small, trickling fountain added a soothing sound to the background.
Above, the night sky was clear, and the skyline of the city stretched out in the distance.
But up here, it was just the two of us in the beauty and tranquility of the garden.
I took a step forward, my jaw dropping as I surveyed the scene.
“What is this place?” I breathed out, turning to Sean.
He was drinking me in.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“I wasn’t sure if you were a flowers-and-gardens kind of woman, but I took a chance.”
I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face to his chest, my voice wrecked with emotion.
“I love it,” I said, my voice shaking.
No one had ever done anything this special for me before.
He took me close to the southern edge of the balcony, wrapping his hands around my waist as he stood behind me.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice deep and low.
We stayed silent for a while.
Then, he pointed to a building in the distance.
“Down there, you’ll see the Kennedy Center. I gave my first piano concert there when I was twelve.”
“Let me guess,” I said, turning around.
“Going by your quest for perfection, you received a standing ovation?”
He chuckled and pressed a delightful kiss to the side of my neck.
“The hall was almost empty, and the four people who were there left midway. And they were friends of the family.”
“Oh, dear God. How rude,” I said, indignant that someone would treat kid Sean like that.
He trailed more kisses down my neck, pulling the sleeve of my dress down my shoulder.
I shivered in anticipation.
How would tonight end?
“Sean,” I began when his kisses got steamier, his hand on my waist before trailing up slowly to cup my breast.
My head was thrown back, and he was kissing my neck.
His hand curved around my back, holding me in place, and he looked very much like he’d soon rip my dress off.
He stopped, and looking at me, he said, “Come here.”
He led me by the hand and took me around the side of the balcony, to the northern edge.
“Look,” he said, and I turned to see him point to a spot on the rooftop to my right.
My jaw dropped.
In ten feet was a beautiful, pristine white bed with a lacy canopy around the edges.
A string of fairy lights encircled the top, and the bed was surrounded by roses.
My hand flew to my mouth, and I turned to him for an explanation.
He smiled. “I had this set up just in case our date went spectacularly well.” He broke off and kissed the back of my hand.
“Which it has for me at least.”
A warm, fluttery feeling swelled up in me.
“It’s been spectacular for me too,” I muttered in a daze.
Was this really happening to me?
“And in that case, well, I knew we couldn’t go back to either of our places tonight, and I wasn’t ready to take you to just any hotel room?—”
I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him to me as I hugged him tight.
This scene, being with him out here in the gentle breeze, the wine—it already seemed like the best night I’d had in ages.
Knowing that Sean had put so much thought into this just brought tears of happiness to my eyes.
I swallowed hard. “Do we keep this … this relationship only between us? What happens to our jobs if anyone finds out?”
He looked like he hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“It isn’t completely against the rules for us to date each other.” His eyes were reading me intently as he spoke.
“Just frowned upon?” I asked.
He nodded.
I considered that, wondering how I felt about it.
“Does it make you uncomfortable, others knowing about us?” he asked.
I nodded.
“If it makes you feel better, we could keep it just between us for now.”
I closed my eyes for a moment.
“It doesn’t necessarily make me feel better. But it’s the only solution I can see for the present. And I want to talk about it with you now, before it’s too late.”
“Regret and you shouldn’t have anything to do with each other,” he said, taking my hand in his.
“But I’ll be honest with you, Chloe,” he promised.
“I’m not looking for a serious relationship, and I’m not sure what this is. But I also know this: I can’t resist you. This feels real. More real than anything I’ve had in a long time, and I’m ready to give it a chance.”
“I can’t resist you either,” I said, clasping my hands around his neck.
“But we’re going to have to be careful about it. I don’t want to be branded as the person sleeping around to get ahead at work.”
“You’re right; if the news of us seeing each other ever got out, it would unfairly be worse for you than me.” His voice was heavy.
When my eyes drifted upward, Sean was looking at me plainly.
His face was so rugged in its handsomeness that I felt a tingling in my stomach.
I’d never been with such a man before.
“And I still want you, Sean,” I said as my legs trembled.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I answered him with a kiss.
As the kiss deepened, Sean’s fingers rose to my shoulders, tugging my dress down.
The elastic band of the sleeves gave in to him far too easily.
The dress lowered to my waist. Cool air rushed over my bra, and Sean paused, stopping to devour me with his eyes.
His expression was feral, and I knew the dominating man in him had woken up.
“I want all your clothes off,” he commanded, a new edge to his voice.
I bit my lip as I considered resisting.
It was useless. Tonight, I was going to relish giving up control.
I let my dress fall to the floor.
His eyes tracked my lingerie and my belly while I ran my hands over my lace push-up bra.
I touched my breasts tantalizingly, inviting him to touch me.
He came closer and hungrily took in my bra and thong.
His fingers traced the underside of my bra.
The underwire was tight and had been digging painfully into my skin all night long.
“Does this hurt?” he asked, feeling it, and I bit my lip as I nodded.
He reached behind me—to take it off, I assumed—but for an instant, he tightened the clasp, pushing my breasts further up.
I gasped at the sudden pain, and he immediately crushed his lips against mine with a ferocity I had never felt before.
“Sean,” I pleaded as he drew the moment out.
Tears pricked the edges of my eyes before he undid the clasp of my bra completely.
The pain subsided, and the skimpy garment fell to the floor.
In a swift move, he tore off my flimsy thong.
It gave way in his hands without a fight.
I stood, completely naked in front of him, as he stepped back and surveyed me.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and I did, feeling the intensity of his gaze on my ass.
I spun around to face him, and I noticed he had unzipped his pants.
His pants and briefs fell to the floor, and his cock was out.
It was huge, and he was stroking it while looking at me.
Just seeing him like this made my core ache as a warm spot came to life between my legs.
Also, he had a mad, possessive look in his eyes as he gazed at me, and I knew for sure that tonight would not be enough for us to be satiated with each other.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, and I ran my hands over my breasts, my fingers circling the nipples.
His cock was achingly hard now, and I longed to feel it, to take it in my mouth.
I’d never enjoyed the idea of giving a blow job, but tonight, it was different.
Tonight, I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth and run my tongue over his hard length.
I swiped my tongue over my lip as I approached him.
The intense look on his face was now mixed with longing.
Longing for me.
It was my lips he wanted on his hard length.
Without another word, I fell to my knees and guided his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he groaned as my lips touched his smooth skin.
He gripped my hair as I took him in my mouth, gently licking and teasing the tip of his length before I took all of him in, inch by inch.
He was so big; I was close to gagging.
I wrapped my fingers around his base, stroking him as I sucked.
It was chill, and I was naked, on my knees, for a man who I’d once thought was an arrogant prick.
How far I’d come.
I swirled my tongue around his cock while I worked my hands, stroking him.
I slowly picked up the pace, and I noticed his balls tightening.
“You’re mine, Chloe,” he gasped as I licked and sucked him to delirium, pushing him to the edge.
My arousal was not far behind as Sean took charge.
He was now fucking my mouth, his hips moving while I sucked.
“Tell me you’re all mine.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on him as pressure built in my mouth.
I couldn’t possibly open my mouth any wider, and it was just barely enough to hold all of him in.
I sucked him deeper, loving the groans that fell from his lips.
He was desperate for me, and he pumped harder, faster.
Until finally, with a guttural groan, he came undone.
He threw his head back, his grip still firm on my hair as he held me in place, and I swallowed.
Filling my belly with him as his tense body softened.
“Good girl,” he breathed out and looked at me, dazed.
“You were beyond good. You were … fantastic.” He stepped out of his briefs and pants, leaving them on the floor, and lifted me up.
Carrying me over to the bed, he set me on it and looked at me deeply, like he could see into the very depths of my soul.
“How did it take me so long to find you?” he asked, settling in on the bed next to me.
I lifted a finger and traced his cheek.
“I’m not sure. Looking back, it feels like forever since you were such a dick to me at the café until I saw you again at Tassater.”
He chuckled, and slowly, not breaking eye contact with me, he took his jacket off.
“I always act like a dick when I’m attracted to someone,” he admitted after a moment.
“Because you hate that you admire someone besides yourself?” I asked in a wry tone.
He threw his head back and laughed.
“Touché,” he said as he propped his head up on his hand.
“But I haven’t seen anyone as beautiful as you,” he said, his voice husky as he kissed the side of my neck hungrily.
“And I likely never will again,” he confessed.
“I need to be inside you, Chloe. Now.”
His chest was flat against mine, and his fingers found their way down my stomach.
My thighs fell apart quite naturally, and Sean’s fingers worked my clit, pressing it in gentle circles.
His kisses slid down the front of my neck, slowing down near my chest. He drew one exposed, hardened nipple into his mouth, and I moaned, reaching for his hair.
“Oh, Sean,” I muttered, running my fingers through his soft hair, feeling delirious as he circled the pointed peak with his wet tongue.
Waves of pleasure rode down my back and legs with rising intensity.
I felt free and alive in ways no other man had ever done to me before.
A warm pool of wetness grew between my thighs.
Sean’s other hand reached down to stroke my thigh up and down tantalizingly, eliciting a low moan of desire from me.
I closed my eyes with a sigh of pleasure, yielding to him completely.
The night air, the quiet sounds of traffic, and the stars above—none of them compared to this moment.
He could ask anything of me, and I would give it to him.
I felt like I was floating on air.
“Do you like this?” he asked, increasing his pressure in his fingers and flicking his tongue over my pointed nipple in circles.
Once, twice.
I clutched his hair, pushing his head closer to my breast, wanting to feel more.
In response, he bit down gently on my nipple, making me cry out his name with the jolt of pain before he ran his wet tongue over it again, soothing the ache with his gentle flicks.
It had never been this good with Bruce, and Sean wasn’t even in me yet.
My climax wasn’t too far away, and I clung tight to him.
“More,” I gasped, and he pressed down on my clit, sliding a finger in at the same time.
“Sean,” I cried, arching my back while he put a second finger in.
I writhed, unable to take it anymore.
I was so close.
“I need you,” I said desperately.
I ground over his hand, and he rewarded me by plunging his fingers in faster, deeper.
With an ease that only he had, he found that sensitive spot inside me, making me moan.
I was trembling, my head thrown back, and like a flash of lightning, my orgasm tore through me.
Waves upon waves of pleasure rocked my body while I fisted the sheets hard.
Sean’s hand slowly stilled, and he looked like he wanted to get up.
I wanted to hold him closer, to never let him go.
He lifted his head, and withdrawing his hand, he was on top of me, kissing me again, as though he’d been starved for my touch.
He was still in his shirt, and I wished I could feel his warm skin sliding against mine.
I wanted all of him against me, bare skin pressed to mine.
I didn’t know what was going through me, but I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him tightly.
I finally understood what I was afraid of.
That he’d go. That he’d leave me.
He was my home, I realized, and I’d never had this feeling before.
I’d crossed a boundary I shouldn’t have, and I didn’t know what to do with this knowledge.
I wanted to treasure this moment, and to grip it tight, and never let him be anyone else’s.
My hands weakened, and I looked into his beautiful eyes.
I put my face in the crook of his neck, trying to contain my trembling body.
He was handsome, lying on top of me.
I could feel the hard planes on his stomach under his shirt and ran my hands over his firm biceps as he placed them on either side of my head.
He was, quite simply, perfection from head to toe.
I wanted him to be mine and mine alone.
I wanted to worship every inch of his body, not just tonight, but forever.
He pressed his forehead against mine.
“I can’t wait any longer, Chloe,” he said, unaware of what had been going through my mind.
I focused on my breath as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
I heard the rip of foil as he slipped a condom on before he came back to bed with me.
He placed his body on mine, pinning me down, his lips deliciously close to my ear.
He breathed deeply, his lips dipping to nuzzle my cheek.
The touch sent a shiver down to my toes.
“I want you, Chloe,” he breathed out.
I’ve wanted you since I met you at the café , I thought, but I only said, “I need you, Sean.”
He guided his length to my entrance, and I spread my legs, feeling more aroused than ever.
I’d never been trembling with desire for Bruce, but I definitely was for Sean.
When Sean, hard and firm, slid in, stretching me from the inside, I bit back a strangled whimper.
He moved in slow, intense strokes, his breath ragged as he buried himself to the hilt.
“God,” he muttered now that he was fully in me, “you feel really good, Chloe.”
I lifted my legs to wrap around his back, pulling him more deeply into me, and he groaned, closing his eyes at the feeling.
I needed more, and Sean didn’t make me wait.
“You’re every bit as delicious as I imagined you to be,” he said with a thick thrust.
I closed my eyes as the sensations rolled over me.
I felt pleasure and a little pain with every hard plunge.
“You’re every bit as perfect as my dreams painted you to be,” he said, driving deeper this time.
I moaned when he moved, his angle reaching a tender spot in me.
I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a hot, fervent kiss.
“You dreamed of me?” I asked as he pumped into me.
Again and again.
Sex with Sean was way different from what I’d had with Bruce.
Sean looked me in the eye while making love to me, and I loved it.
“Every. Fucking. Night,” he grunted out, punctuating each word with a thrust. His hungry lips were on mine again.
“I’ve dreamed of making love to you more times than I could count. I’ve jerked off to you in the shower each morning more times that I cared for. Every day I came into work and hated that I was hard for you again. You drove me insane every day, and tonight …”
I lifted my hips as he sped up.
His voice was deliciously hoarse, and I writhed as I waited for him to release my pent-up passion.
With Bruce, more often than not, I’d never orgasm.
With Sean, he’d made me orgasm two times in twenty minutes.
“Now, it’s my turn to drive you insane.”