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“Baby, that sounded like a challenge to me. Would you like to find out how many times I can make you come in ten minutes? I feel like that’s what you’re asking for.”
He could see the flush creeping up her neck, a telltale sign that she was turned on. She shrugged at him, though, feigning indifference.
“If you think you can,” she said.
Ten sweaty minutes later they both had the answer to the question. The answer was four. He’d been able to quickly bring her to orgasm with his hand twice, then another two times when he’d bent her over the bed, fucking her from behind. When she’d climaxed the last time, he’d been so overwhelmed by the pressure of her pussy fluttering and gripping around him and her loud cries that he’d been unable to stop himself from coming.
Panting, he lay next to her on the bed, and said, “The answer is four. Maybe five had I not come. Couldn’t help it though. The sounds you make when you come. They’re so fucking sexy.”
“Mmmm,” he heard her say next to him.
Looking over at her, he grinned and asked, “You okay over there?”
She said, “I have to shower, but now I really don’t want to move.”
Standing up on weak legs, he pulled her up off the bed and said, “I need to shower now too. I’m all sweaty now.”
They were only a few minutes late to Deacon’s since they had to stop at the store to grab beer and snacks. Sara buzzed them in when they arrived.
When they walked in the door, they were surprised to find Elle and Jim sitting on the love seat talking. Chris gave Chloe a look. She raised her eyebrows in a silent question. This was an interesting development. He made a mental note to ask Jim about it.
After dropping the beer and snacks off in the kitchen, he moved back to the living room and took the empty seat next to Chloe on the couch. She immediately settled into the crook of his arm and leaned against him. He pressed his lips against her temple and then jumped into the conversation about the Legion’s defense. It was only four minutes into game play and the Titans had already scored. This wasn’t a promising start to the game.
By the end of the game everyone was on the edge of their seats. The Legion ended up winning the game in the last ten seconds with a fifty-five yard field goal. They hadn’t scored a single touchdown but they did score seven field goals including the game winner.
Chloe stood up and said, “Well thank fuck for the kicking game!”
There was general agreement followed by snickers.
Chris shook his head and said, “You’re so classy, babe.”
She blew him a kiss, which made him grin.
Football Sunday broke up about six, which was a good thing because he needed to go home and do some laundry. He was leaving for a five-day trip to Boston tomorrow morning. He wouldn’t be back in town until Friday afternoon.
When they pulled into her parking lot, he mournfully said, “I need to do laundry and pack.”
Chloe flashed him a pouty face and said, “You should just skip Boston,” as she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“I wish I could,” he said. “I’m just so sick of the traveling. I really need to talk with Jim and Deak about this. It wasn’t so bad before, but now there’s you.”
“I’ll be here when you get back,” she said, pressing her lips against his.
“I know. It just sucks.”
Nodding, Chloe kissed him again and said, “Okay. Go do laundry. I’ve got more homework and laundry of my own anyway. Let me know when you land?”
“Of course,” he said.
“See ya later,” she said, as she unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door.
She gave him one last smile and wave, then headed up the stairs to her apartment. He sighed. He was in too deep. Way too deep.
Chapter 23
Chloe walked into the bar across from work, glad that Chris was finally home from Boston. It had been five days and she really missed him. They’d talked for a few minutes here and there, but it wasn’t the same.
Seeing him at a high-top table, she started to make her way over to him, when she saw a blonde standing there, leaning against the table. She was obviously flirting with him. Chloe stood there for a moment, watching, when she saw the woman slide something across the table.
