18. DOUBT
brYCE
I had a goddamned erection ever since Chloe sent me that text. How was I supposed to concentrate on the board meeting?
But it was crucial that I pay attention.
Regina Hernandez was talking about making me the official CEO of Windsor Enterprises.
I was now the interim, but the board was losing confidence in my father.
They seemed just as concerned that he would get out of jail as they were about him being convicted.
There was a lot of loyalty to my father, but the times were changing.
Even the board members who had served under Gene the longest were talking about changing the company’s direction.
My father had shaken the foundation of Windsor Enterprises. Those of us who were left had a new perspective. They said they wanted me to lead.
This was my moment.
When my father heard that they planned to take it to a vote, he was going to lose his mind. I was a little afraid, actually. What would he do to try to retain control of his empire?
The meeting lasted until the early hours of the morning.
I found Chloe fast asleep when I got to the townhouse after two a.m. Good girl that she was, she still had on that red lace bra.
I peeked under the covers and caught sight of the matching thong.
My erection raged, but I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up.
She looked so peaceful. I slid into bed beside her, and she murmured as she snuggled up against my chest.
This did nothing to ease my raging hard-on, but I ignored it. I hadn’t slept well in days, and damn if the bed didn’t feel great. It felt even better because Chloe was here.
I held her close, thinking about how much my life had changed since I’d met her.
I’d spent many nights alone in Boston. Sometimes I had women at the house, but they never slept over, and I never had them in my bedroom.
I wanted no one close to me, especially after what happened with Felicia.
Sex was a need, but there was no intimacy. They came, I came, and they went.
Lying there with my wife in my arms, I could see that my life had been pretty empty.
Everything was different now. I was on the cusp of actually taking power at Windsor Enterprises. There was a real chance my father would spend the rest of his life in jail. Even if he was cleared of the charges, the board wanted me to lead. I could finally make a difference.
Not only that, but I was married to the woman of my dreams. I hadn’t known I needed Chloe—I thought I was fine on my own. But once I’d opened my heart to her, she’d shown me just how incredible my life could be.
Even though things had been difficult, I couldn’t underestimate the happiness my marriage had brought me. Feeling secure in my relationship brought my confidence to a new level. My father had been wrong about so many things, but perhaps he was right about that: marriage made you a man.
Chloe’s brow furrowed in sleep, like maybe she was having a bad dream. “It’s okay, babe. I’ve got you,” I whispered and held her close.
We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s arms.
* * *
I woke up before her. I glanced at the clock: five a.m. I would have to go to the office again soon.
But first, I was going to wake Chloe up. I needed her.
“Babe.” I nuzzled my face against hers, and she shivered against me. “I have to get up for work in a minute.”
“No, don’t.” She buried her face against my chest and stretched out against me. I was already rock-hard against her. She knew it, too—she wriggled against me, her belly pressing against the tip of my cock. She kissed my chest, trailing up higher to my neck, then kissed my jawline.
She pulled back and squinted up at me. “Good morning, Handsome.”
“Good morning, Gorgeous. Do you have a minute for me before I have to go?”
She nodded, grinning, and my heart did a somersault. To me, Chloe was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she smiled at me, it was like the sun coming out.
She pressed herself against my cock again, and the familiar, insistent heat built up between us.
“We don’t have that long, unfortunately. But I’ll get out early tonight, so I can treat my wife right.”
Her pupils dilated as she looked up at me expectantly.
“I told you about that shower bench. I intend to use it, but that’s for later, babe.” I kissed her neck, and she arched against me, her smooth, cool skin making mine ignite with sparks.
I unclasped her bra, freeing her spectacular breasts, and greedily palmed them. Her nipples hardened, and I pinched them, taking one in my mouth as we writhed against each other.
Chloe raked her hands over my chest, palming the muscles.
She ran her hands down my pectoral muscles worshipfully, and it made me hard, so hard, as did seeing her naked tits bounce beneath me.
I rolled on top of her, skimming my hand down her sides and in between her legs.
I could feel the thin lace of the thong already soaking wet.
I ripped it off and spread her legs apart, her sex glistening below me.
“You’re already wet for me.”
“Of course I am, Bryce. I was home all night waiting for you, alone in this bed.” She ran her hands down her own body to her sex, mesmerizing me. “I was thinking about you all night.”
My breathing became ragged as her fingers trailed down to her sex. She moaned as she touched herself. My cock was so hard it was about to burst.
“What were you thinking?”
“About being with you. Like this.” She ran her fingers down herself one more time and then moved to me, swirling the wetness at my tip.
Then she started to milk me. “I was thinking about doing this.”
“Of fuck.” Her grip tightened and it felt so, so good. I kissed her again, my cock searing fiercely between us. “Babe. I need a time out with that.” I had to stop her before she made me come!
She reluctantly released me, and I took a steadying breath. Not yet. My lips trailed down her neck, over her breasts, along her belly to her sex. Fuck, she tasted so good. I ran my tongue along her slit and she cried out, making me crazy.
I was going to bring her to the edge and leave her there. I wanted to make her lose control, to give herself to me, to show her that I was the only one who could ever give her what she wanted.
She threw her arms around me, and hot pride bloomed inside my chest. Mine.
Mine. MINE. Something about the fact that I’d been Chloe’s first, that I’d claimed her, unleashed a primal instinct in me.
I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to give her all of me and take all of her .
I was her only lover, and she was mine forever.
My tongue lashed against her clit, her muscles spasming. Chloe arched her back as I sucked her hard, increasing the pressure with my tongue. I put two fingers inside her, penetrating her as my tongue massaged her sex.
“Bryce—oh fuck !” She came, hard, shattering around my fingers. Her body was still bucking against me as I notched myself at her entrance. Her tight little body was still spasming as I entered her. Slowly at first, until I’d entered her fully.
“Bryce, oh my God—”
Her name on my lips pushed me over the edge—I began fucking her hard .
Yes. Fuck, yes. Her pussy spasmed around me, gripping me, making my world go white.
She grazed her nails down my back, but I grabbed both her hands and pinned them over her head.
I drove hard, deep; Chloe met me stroke for stroke, grinding herself against my shaft.
Holy fuck. The pressure built, the intensity built, as we both drove for home.
Her body quivered—she was on the edge, and I was right there with her.
I increased my thrusts, ass pumping as she shattered beneath me again.
The orgasm built inside me, eclipsing everything.
“Oh, oh fuck !” My balls tightened, and I came hard, my orgasm chasing hers.
I shot myself inside her, emptying myself, our bodies inexorably becoming one.
She cried out again as the aftershocks of her orgasm mingled with mine. Tears streamed down her face.
“Babe, hey, it’s okay.” I cradled her in my arms as she started to cry. “What’s the matter?”
“N-Nothing.” But she clung to my chest as the tears fell. “That was just intense.”
I laughed. “It was for me, too. Pass the tissues,” I joked.
But I stopped laughing as we pulled apart and saw the puffiness surrounding Chloe’s eyes. She’d looked peaceful as she’d slept, but now she seemed uneasy.
“What’s the matter?” I asked more seriously.
She wiped her eyes, then gazed up at me. “Nothing. I just missed you. Is everything okay at the office?”
“Everything’s great.” I kissed the top of her head and hugged her to me. “They’re talking about doing the vote on Monday. I feel good about it, Chloe. I think everything’s working out the way it should.”
“What about your Dad?” Her voice came out muffled against my chest.
I shrugged. “He’ll be fine. Even if he’s not fine, he’ll be fine. You know?”
She nodded against my chest but didn’t say another word.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay with her—I had an early meeting. Kissing the top of her head again, I headed for the shower.
But as I left my wife in the bed where we’d just made love, I had a sinking feeling. There was a reason Chloe was crying, and it wasn’t just because of an orgasm. It couldn’t be.
So… What was my wife hiding from me?