56. Chloe
56
CHLOE
I bit my lip as I considered Sean’s crazy question.
It was crazy.
Moving in together when we’d only known each other for six months.
But it was a wicked, sending-tingles-up-my-body kind of crazy.
The heart-stoppingly-mad-adrenaline-rush crazy.
And it was with Sean.
He knew me. He understood not to exclude Henry.
I turned to him, and he was watching me with those earnest, intense eyes.
The kind of gaze that left me breathless.
I wanted him. I wanted him with me for every day of the year.
Life was glorious when I was with him, whether it was in this penthouse or in my shabby apartment.
And this place definitely had enough room for us.
Unlike my apartment.
Here, the elevator opened into a large, airy living room that was furnished in an off-white and cream palette.
The entire wall overlooking the street below was made of glass, and a lot of natural light flooded in, making the place seem welcoming.
A couple of cloud couches occupied the living area, and a giant TV was fixed to the wall across from it.
The ceiling was so high up; it was as though someone had combined two floors of apartments to make this one.
I felt small and trivial until Sean’s hand came to my side protectively.
“Why don’t we have dinner while you think about it?” he asked, leading me to the kitchen, where I noticed bags of takeout on the expansive kitchen island.
I nodded as I followed him to the sleek kitchen with dark granite countertops.
The kitchen was magnificent.
A large island occupied the center, and a sparkling counter swept around the lengths of the kitchen wall.
The fridge was stainless steel, but had a monitor and an LCD screen.
The oak wood cabinets that occupied the wall above the counters were classy, and the cabinet handles gleamed.
“Our first meal in what I hope is our new home,” he said, stopping by the island.
Our home. I’d never dared to dream of that.
But that was the thing with Sean.
He gave life to all my impossible dreams.
“Though I’d probably be afraid of eating here and making a mess,” I blurted out as I looked around.
“Everything looks so shiny and pristine.”
Sean laughed and pulled out a pizza from one of the takeout boxes.
“Go ahead. Toss one at the wall if that’ll make you feel better. This is your home now, Chloe.”
Laughing, I put it away and reached for the bag myself.
When I looked at the contents, I turned back to him in surprise.
“Did you just order everything on the menu?”
He grinned.
“You can tell I’m trying my best to get you to say yes.”
“Well, right now, it’s a very tempting proposition,” I admitted, just as Sean pulled open a bag of beignets, sending a splattering of powdered sugar on my face.
I gasped, stunned. I dipped my hand in the bag of beignets as Sean protested, and then I chased after him through the penthouse, determined to get some on him and his polished suit.
I succeeded. Very well, I might add.
The next hour and a half were spent deliciously getting our bellies filled with the amazing food.
And the crazy part?
We didn’t even finish our meal.
We forgot about our dinner midway when I discovered the desserts he’d ordered.
That was when kissing became more important than eating.
Straddling him, I licked whipped cream off of Sean’s nose, and he slowly fed me grapes.
Soon, Sean was pushing my dress up to my waist, and I shifted until I could feel his cock straining against his pants.
He pulled the straps of my dress down my shoulders.
“Oof,” he muttered hopelessly when he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I love this kind of surprise,” he groaned, taking in the sight of me sitting topless on him.
He traced the swell of my breasts with his fingers, desire etched over his beautiful features.
“Did you plan to fuck me tonight, Chloe?” he asked before he bent forward and took a nipple in his mouth.
I arched my back and moaned while the city of New York twinkled through the glass windows beyond us.
Darkness had set in, and even in a city of millions, it felt like it was just him and me in this world.
“I might have had some plans of that kind,” I gasped as he sucked on my hard nipple.
I ran my hands through his hair, soon begging him for more.
In minutes, Sean took his pants off, and I slid over his erection, moaning as he claimed me inch by inch.
He stretched me out like no one else had.
I rocked up and down on him while he held my butt, pulling me closer and deeper into him.
Almost immediately, I came apart with a loud cry, my head thrown back while I dug my fingers into his back.
Sean followed soon after, pumping his cum into me.
Laughing and spent, we fell into bed, naked, soon after, delaying the inevitable shower while we snuggled.
Our laughter was interrupted by a call, and I sat up, running for the phone.
In a minute, I went back to the bedroom, feeling conflicted.
“Henry wants me back home,” I said, sounding dejected.
“Hell no. I’m not going to let you go this time,” he said, sitting up.
“We will not have a repeat of our previous date night if I can help it.”
I stared at my phone, wondering if I had it in me to turn down Henry’s request.
“No, Chloe,” Sean said even more firmly.
“You’re not leaving tonight. I need you. I want you here. Ignore Henry’s calls for one night. For tonight, I want you to be mine and only mine.”
I fought with my first instinct.
I fought against the urge to go back to Henry.
I had never felt this torn before.
I wanted Sean, but I also wanted my brother to trust me.
To know that I’d come back.
“Do you want to be here?” he asked while I considered all the possibilities.
I debated his question and finally nodded.
“That does it,” he said, settling back down and holding his arms out for me to join him.
“Set your phone aside and go back home tomorrow. Henry isn’t hurt, is he?”
I shook my head.
“Not hurt. He just doesn’t want to be alone.”
“After he stays alone for one night, he’ll realize it isn’t as scary as he thinks it is. He’ll be fine.”