“I’ll be there.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll always be there for you and the baby.”
***
She’s hot. Sweat is peppering the back of her neck and her shoulder blades. I push against her, my arm wrapped around her, my fingers working furiously to get her off.
She moves with precision, keeping the pressure just where she wants it. Her clit is swollen and ripe. I circle it slowly knowing that it’s driving her mad.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” Her voice is tempered with need and raw desire. “You’re clean. I know you are.”
My cock hardens even more. I haven’t asked for a bare fuck but I’ll take if she’s offering. I’ve never felt the sensation before of a woman’s warm wet pussy surrounding my hot flesh.
I pull her leg over my thigh so she’s open. She adjusts her hips, pushing back against me. I run my fingers over the fleshy cheek of her ass. I grip it, kneading the softness in my fist before I slide my hand to my cock.
I bring it to her pussy, and glide it along the smooth silken skin.
She tries to push back onto my dick, but I want to savor this. I want to implant every sensation in my mind.
“Don’t rush,” I tell her with my lips to her ear. “Take it slow.”
She whimpers but slows her pace. She lets me take over and I use the tip of my dick on her clit. I circle it pressing hard enough to give her what she wants but tender enough that it only prolongs the sweet, painful agony for me.
Her body squirms against me as she nears her release. The sheets are fisted in her hands, her legs moving in tandem with the waves of pleasure coursing through her. I sense when she’s near the edge and my desire takes hold.
One hard thrust and I’m inside of her. I curse when I feel her come around me. The sensation like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I grab her hips and pump, even strokes while she rides the high of one orgasm into another.
I twist her body until I’m on top of her from behind and with an arm under her stomach to prop her up, I fuck. It’s hard, relentless and when I come inside of her and feel the release, I collapse; exhausted from head-to-toe and aching with a need that only this woman can satisfy.
Chapter 39
Chloe
I stare down at the screen of my phone.
I read the text message again and again. It’s unexpected and unwelcome. It’s also breaking the rules of the agreement that was signed just six months ago.
Call me, Chloe.
If it was anyone other than Christopher Newell, I would call, but the man has made my life hell for the past two years since he threw me out of our apartment and tried to steal most of my belongings along with my dignity.
Our divorce was complicated and tumultuous. He wanted out of the prenuptial agreement I signed when I was just nineteen.
My parents were captivated by his charm and wealth. They encouraged me to sign on the dotted line without a lawyer’s approval.
Rocco wasn’t as trusting. If it weren’t for him, I would have left the marriage penniless and despondent. He paid for a consultation with one of Manhattan’s premier family law experts and the agreement I finally did sign, gave my marriage a price tag if it ever ended.
The problem was that Christopher knew there were loopholes including a clause about me being unfaithful.
I never was.
He was the only man I was with.
I lost my virginity to him and he stole ten years as a bonus.
“Do you have a naked picture of Evan on your phone?” Gabi strolls into my office.
“What?” My head snaps up. “What did you say about a naked picture of Evan?”
She gestures toward my phone. “You’re staring at that thing. You never do that. You skim your messages, answer emails quickly and then you put it down. You’re not as attached to your phone as I am to mine.”