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Chloe stood in the middle of his living room, looking at him, her golden hair rumpled, her eyes wide, her dress still hugging every goddamned luscious curve of her, and breathing hard. “I made Daniel bring me back, but he’s leaving so we can talk.”
His chest moved at the sight of her, recently tumbled by him, loved by him, all night. A rush of need and feeling for this girl exploded inside of him, and he started for her like a man possessed.
“Graves, I’m sorry I pushed you. I’m sorry I put you in this position! I just came to say that I didn’t mean to ruin your life…I didn’t mean I didn’t love what we did, I just wanted to get Danny off your back, but I wouldn’t change last night with you for anything in the world. I wish I was a virgin again so I could do it all again with you.”
He caught her in his arms and flattened her up against a bare wall, cradling her face. “You don’t have to be a virgin, just be with me,” he said roughly, then he took her mouth like a madman.
He groaned as their lips locked, and her gasp of disbelief and excitement overflowed his mouth as his tongue dove mercilessly inside her. Chloe curled herself around him, arms and legs, and her taste spun his senses out of orbit. He suppressed a shudder of ecstasy and braced her back against the wall, boosting her up higher so her pelvis cradled his cock.
They rubbed their hips instinctively, grinding in desperate moves that were almost clumsy and primal in their urge to be joined. She trembled wantonly and pushed her velvet tongue deep into his mouth, and he wrapped his lips around it with a groan and sucked. His hands anxiously squeezed her breasts over her dress, and sounds tore out of their throats in unison as her hands went crazy restless over his bare chest.
Eager fingers stroked and rubbed every inch of his chest as she whimpered and sparred with his tongue. He could feel her soft body melt against his as he thrust his tongue again and again into her wet heat and mimicked what his tongue did with his hips, bumping her up against the wall.
“Graves, fuck me, please.” She clawed his bare shoulders and Graves grappled with her dress until he pulled the skirt up to her waist. He tore off her flimsy little panties, then he dropped his pants, their mouths not unlatching for even a second. “Please, please, I need you now,” she gasped, her nails biting into his muscles.
“I fucking need you, too.” His cock nudged her entry and she was so slick he thrust inside and was buried to the hilt, going straight in.
She screamed “yes” and bit his shoulder, clutching him hard. He fisted a handful of hair and pulled her head back and dove to devour her mouth again. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he said, before he smothered her mouth with his, her lips raw and responsive under his.
She felt so good, so tight, so wet, so completely fucking perfect, he felt his body tense with the beginnings of an orgasm by only his third thrust. “Arghhh, I’m not going to last.” He groaned against her earlobe and bit her, his fingers clenching on her butt cheeks.
“Me neither, God, please…” She rocked her hips to his and when his orgasm began, he pulled out and pumped against the outer labia of her pussy up to her stomach, convulsing as she cried out and shuddered, too.
He got her all wet, but for a few breathless seconds he remained against her, smeared with himself while Chloe still clutched him like a monkey, her pulse fluttering wildly in her throat. An incoming call was announced, and it was Luke Preston.
“Yeah?”
“All right, man, spill the cannelloni.”
Graves shook his head in disbelief over the guy as he scooped up Chloe in his arms and carried her to the living room couch, making a small detour to grab a towel from the kitchen. “You talked to Daniel,” he said.
“Don’t worry about him, I’ll get him drunk in no time and he’ll be in no shape to win a pissing contest, much less a fistfight.”
Graves set Chloe down and started wiping the mess he’d made all over her, smiling softly down at her as she gazed up at him with those shining, adoring green eyes that still gutted him.
“So? How the heck was she?”
“I was great, Luke!” Chloe said, as she and Graves laughed in unison at the shocked silence that followed. “The best sex he’s ever had. Right, Graves?”
He chucked her chin and said, low and under his breath just for her to hear, “You bet.”
“Ah, little baby, when’s it my turn?” Luke said. “I’m sure Graves is going to be done with you soon and then you’ll want to join the Luke Preston fan club.”
“Well I don’t know about Graves…but I’m not done with him yet,” she said, and Graves fell down next to her, his heart swelling when she immediately snuggled against his bare chest.
“So what are you two up to?” Luke asked.
“Having delicious sex. You?” Chloe said, sprawled on the couch and entangled with Graves, all languid while she let him tug her dress back down.
“Well I was just about to have some of that sexy sex myself,” Luke said. “Not with Daniel, of course, but with the girl doing my laundry here. She just doesn’t know it yet. I’ll see you at poker night, right, Graves? Unless you’re busy, you lucky bastard?”
“Can you blame him? Graves would rather fuck me than get fucked by you at poker, Luke.”
“Ah, don’t be a pussy, Graves, and let me have some more of your millions. Now take care of the little baby or you’ll be meeting both my and Daniel’s fists, all right?”
Graves was still smiling to himself when Luke hung up, and when Chloe tipped her bright little face up to his, he could hardly take the emotions tumbling in his chest. He turned her face more toward his and kissed her slow and lazily, then drew back to hold her dazed gaze with his.
“I love you.” He stroked his fingers down her flushed face, watching the words widen her eyes and the way her mouth fell agape. “Just tell me what to do to take care of a girl like you. Tell me what you need, because I have no idea how to take care of you.”
