Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I sucked in a breath as he pulled away and whispered, “I’ve missed the taste of your pussy in my mouth.”
I leaned forward to unbuckle his belt, but he grabbed my wrists. Hard.
“Stop,” he said. “I want to fuck you differently this time, so we can finally get and stay on the same page.”
“We are on the same page.”
“No.” He stared into my eyes as he loosened his belt. “But we’re about to be.”
Standing over me, he slid his hands under my thighs, lifting my hips off the printer—slowly positioning his hard cock against my slit.
“Look at me,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Chloe, look at me.”
I locked my eyes onto his, feeling every nerve in my body run haywire.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, sliding into me slowly, making me feel every inch of him. “Tell me you’re done playing these ghosting games and that you fucking want me.”
“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
“I want you.” I moaned once he was completely inside me, once he began fucking me slowly. “I fucking want you.”
He pressed his mouth against my neck, still controlling my body with the pace of his hips, still leaving his mark on my pussy with every stroke.
“Tylerrrr.” I said his name as he slid into me harder, as he held onto me tighter.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, making him groan as he stroked me deeper. My arms went around his neck, and I couldn’t help digging my nails into his back.
He whispered my name as his cock throbbed inside me, as waves of pleasure began rolling over my body.
There was no use in trying to hang on, in trying to savor extra seconds I couldn’t handle.
“Ahhhh…”
“Fuckkk.”
We reached our climax at the exact same time, and Tyler held onto me until I stopped shaking.
When he was certain I was okay, he pulled out of me, and I stared at him, waiting for his next move.
Our next move.
“Chloe?” he whispered.
“Yes?”
“Get down from the printer and bend over that desk…”
* * *
Sweaty and exhausted from four rounds of sex in the office, I lay back against the passenger seat of Tyler’s car as symphony music sifted from the speakers.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure you need to go home?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay.” He placed his hand on my thigh as he drove, and now and then, he took an alternate street to make sure we weren’t being followed.
When he was certain we were alone, he pulled in front of my apartment.
“Thank you for the ride.” I looked over at him as he placed the car in park. “You don’t have to come inside.”
“I insist.”
A perfect gentleman, he helped me out, holding an umbrella over my head and carrying my work bag.
I turned the lock to my unit and pushed the door open, motioning for him to step inside.
Then I hit the lights and looked around.
Shit.
The water pipes I’d reported weeks ago were still leaking into my scattered buckets, and a brand-new bottle of Instant Cement on my sill confirmed the window would remain cracked unless I fixed it.
“Thanks again, Tyler,” I said softly. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“I don’t think so.” He spun me around to face him. “You should stay with me. I think that’s what’s best for the babies, anyway.”
“I don’t.” I paused as the lights above us flickered. “Thank you for the suggestion, though.”
“Chloe March…” He pulled me close, whispering against my lips. “At this point, it’s not a suggestion.”
“My best friends have couches,” I said. “It’s fine. I don’t want to impose.”
He looked at me like I was certifiably insane.
“What are you afraid will happen if you live with me, Chloe?”
“Besides wanting to stab you if you try to run me?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “Besides that.”
“I might start to think you’re boyfriend material, and you have too much baggage to be a boyfriend.”
“What baggage?”
“Guards, press, fangirls, the works.”
“And if I said I could make things work with you, without those things?”
“I wouldn’t believe you.”
“But would you give me a chance?”
I didn’t answer.
“How about one night, then?” He cupped my face in his hands. “One night and a few extra hours. If you hate it, you don’t have to stay.”
“What’s the collateral this time?”
He laughed. “Me.”
Sleep & Suds
Chloe
Seattle, Washington
15 weeks pregnant
Half an hour later
Tyler’s “condo” was more like a collection of penthouses that an over-ambitious designer meshed together. Spread across the entire top floor of a private office building, it was listed at over twenty-thousand square feet.
With its fully furnished rooms that showcased a different theme and homage to various cities of the world, it was also the most luxurious place I’d ever seen. He offered me the master suite, a lavish blue and cream-colored space that was a picture perfect replica of his place at The Four Seasons.
“Is there anything you need before bed?” he asked.