Chapter 27
THE CEO
DANTE
Hours later, Chloe sighed against my chest in my rooftop hot tub.
After devouring her in my kitchen, fucking her against my windows, and gripping her hips while she rode me in the hallway, I’d lost track of how many times we’d had sex tonight.
Every moan, every kiss, everything about this woman was getting under my skin in ways I didn’t understand. And I didn’t want to go another day without experiencing all of it.
“Hmmm…” She suddenly moaned.
“Are you okay?” I brushed hair off her forehead.
“No.”
“Oh…” I gently lifted her chin with my fingertips. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to rest before we have sex again.” Her cheeks tinged pink. “I can’t feel my legs right now.”
“Okay.” I held back a laugh, looking into her eyes. “I need to ask you something.”
“Can it wait until after I nap?”
“No,” I said. “How long were you really sneaking into my places?”
“Promise you won’t get mad at me first.”
“That depends on your answer.”
“Two months.” She blatantly lied. “Maybe three.”
“Okay, I promise not to get mad at you.”
“Two and a half years.”
“Years?” I stilled. “How much longer were you planning to get away with it?”
“I honestly don’t know,” she whispered. “I never planned on getting caught.”
“Obviously.” I gently let her down onto my chest. “I’ll never admit this again, but I’m glad you did get caught.”
Her soft snores were the only sound between us for the next several hours.