tightened her thighs around him, it squeezed the head with the perfect amount of pressure. Nate cradled her ass in one hand and braced the other palm against the wall as he came, his hips jerking in time with every intense pulse of his cock. âAh, fuck, Chloe!â he shouted. âYou feel so good. God, that feels so good.â
As the orgasm ebbed, Nateâs thighs began to quake. He touched his forehead to Chloeâs and let his eyes drift shut. A sense of peace crested over him, a calmness that he hadnât felt in a long goddamned time. She stroked the back of his neck, the light scrape of her nails on his nape coaxing chills to the surface of his skin. Nateâs gut twisted into a knot. Heâd dragged her through the door and fucked her without even a hello. His need for her bordered on desperate and he didnât even really know Chloe. All it took to lose himself to her was a couple of sexual encounters and a single casual conversation.
Did Chloe help to fill the empty void that ached like a sucking chest wound, or had he simply traded one dysfunction for another? Itâs not like he was in any sort of mental or emotional condition to have a relationship with anyone. So far, the extent of their time together had been spent fucking. Not that he was complaining. Chloe was amazing .
When Nate felt confident that he could take a step without dropping the precious cargo in his arms, he turned and carried Chloe to the bed. She wrapped her arms around him, the soft caress of her breasts on his chest a delicious torture that did nothing to cool Nateâs lust. He set her down on the mattress as though she might break. Sort of laughable considering the fact heâd nearly pounded her right through the drywall moments ago. Chloe stared up at him, a wry smile playing on her full lips. A rush of electric heat shot through him. He wanted her again. Now. God, he was an asshole.
âIâll be right back.â He placed a quick kiss to her forehead before hiking his pants up on his hips, and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
Nate emerged in nothing but his boxer briefs. Chloe had shed her skirt and wore only the white dress shirt. Sheâd fastened the two middle buttons, leaving both the swell of her breasts and her belly button exposed to his gaze. The shirt flared out around her hips and painted an erotic portrait that stalled his breath. Her auburn hair framed her face in a tangle and when she looked up from the room service menu and smiled, Nateâs heart clenched in his chest.
Beautiful .
âI recall someone promising me room service if I showed up here tonight,â Chloe remarked.
âI did,â he said with a smile. âI guess itâs time for me to pony up.â
A shadow darkened her expression and he could have kicked himself for his choice of words. âNot that I have to pay you for anything. I meanâ¦â Way to stuff your foot in your mouth, asshole .
âI know what you mean.â Chloeâs smile brightened and again that tightening of Nateâs chest returned. âAre you hungry? I skipped lunch.â
Unfortunately, heâd been wined and dined by a handful of his fatherâs former minions who all had their heads up their asses. âI can eat.â Nate never said no to food.
Chloe looked up at him from lowered lashes. âWorked up an appetite, huh?â
Hell, she tied him into knots. âI did,â he replied. âAnd I plan on burning a hell of a lot more calories before the night is over.â
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Chloeâs cheeks flushed at the innuendo. The sight of Nate, wearing nothing more than his boxer briefs was enough to convince her that there were more important things in life than food. In any other circumstance, she would have been embarrassed at the way sheâd thrown herself at him without even a âHey, how are ya?â before sheâd let him strip off her underwear and pound
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