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“Stop me.”
“Because that’s not the point of tonight.” I turn her face back toward mine.
“Cut the bullshit. Any warm-blooded male would let me go through with what I want to do.” Darkness cloaks her face in shadows, giving me nothing to go on besides her irritated voice.
“Let’s not talk about other males while my lips still taste like you.”
She growls and pushes my chest. I step away, and she slides off the handlebar.
Her heels click against the floor as she traps me in a corner of the elevator. “You’re afraid.”
I let out a sarcastic laugh that grates my ears. “What? That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it because you have a small dick after all, and you’re worried I’ll call you out on it?”
“You’re the one who is actually certifiable. It’s a shame I’m realizing this now.” Who am I kidding? I’m into the hurricane of craziness that is Chloe Carter. I want to get lost in her storm and never come out.
“Sir, if you didn’t realize I was crazy after I broke into your house, then you set yourself up for that kind of disappointment.”
Her comment makes me snort in the most unflattering way.
She smooths the lapel of my tux, distracting me with the warmth of her palm. Her other hand palms my dick again.
I shudder, unable to control my body’s response to her touch. “I told you tonight isn’t about me.”
“Please?”
Fuck. The way she whispers the word has my dick throbbing beneath her hand. Only this girl would ask for the opportunity to suck my cock. Any rational thought leaves my head as her palm moves up and down my length.
I press my hand against hers, halting the motion. “One condition.”
“What is it?” Her voice hints at her excitement, and the sound sends another rush of heat through my chest.
“The lights have to be off.”
She abandons my erection and fumbles for my phone, shutting off the flashlight in no time.
Darkness hides everything I’m desperate to keep from Chloe in an intimate moment. Nothing says mood killer quite like an up-close view of my stump.
I’m just...not r
eady for that yet. If I could hide in the shadows during sex for the rest of my life, I would.
Chloe presses a soft kiss against my lips, gaining my attention. “I’m granting your one request because I crave this more than I want to push your boundaries. Don’t count yourself free of your fears yet,” she whispers, her voice carrying a rasp I find beyond sexy.
I lean against the wall, wishing I could see her on her knees in front of me. Instead of allowing myself the real deal, I imagine it like a vivid dream in my head.
Her hands fumble with my trousers. The desperation in her touch has me groaning up to the ceiling.
She releases my dick from my boxer briefs and rubs her thumb across the tip, collecting my arousal.
I clutch onto the handlebar as her tongue replaces her thumb, flicking across my tip. “Shit.”
Chloe teases before the warmth of her mouth surrounds my cock. She works me into submission, switching between sucking me off and running her tongue along my shaft. It’s the best kind of torture. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything quite as amazing as her mouth on me.
Whatever noises escape my mouth encourage her, and her movements grow sloppier. My breath comes out in pants. A sudden surge of energy shoots down my spine as my world spins.
Chloe doesn’t heed my warning when I tell her I’m about to come. A fire spreads through my veins as I erupt. She swallows my release, not breaking away until I stop shuddering.
