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“Oh, yeah,” he says when he realizes what I’m doing.
“I want you here,” I say, and squeeze my breasts together. “Right here.”
“Baby, I want that, too.”
He bends and thrusts upward, easily sliding between my breasts, and I open my mouth to give him a lick with each motion.
“I must have died and gone to heaven.”
If my mouth wasn’t full, I’d laugh at that. He reaches behind me and fists my hair, and I steal an upward glance and catch the way he’s watching the action in the mirror. Wanting to give him the best show of his life, I rub my breasts around him and suck him into my mouth. He grows harder, blood filling his veins, and that’s when I know I’ve got him right where I want him, and my efforts are about to be rewarded.
“Khloe, I’m going to come,” he says and tries to back up. But I squeeze my breasts harder, locking him in place. “Oh fuck, yes.”
Now that we’re on the same page, I loosen my hold, and he thrusts once, twice, and slides into my mouth the second he lets go. I lift my eyes to find Will’s face twisted like he’s in sweet agony as I drink him in. I swallow every last drop and let my breasts go.
When I do, he holds the back of my head and brings my cheek to his stomach. I bask in the warmth, the soapy scent of his skin. Contentment falls over me as he rakes his fingers through my hair. It falls over my back, tickling me. My eyes close, sleep pulling at me.
“You’re incredible, Khloe.”
The hitch in his voice, the waver in his words, combined with the intimacy in his touch pull me wide awake. I glance up to see his eyes closed, his head tilted back. If I didn’t know better, I’d think what just happened has touched him on a whole different level, too.
Too?
Oh, Khloe, don’t go there.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Will
I WAVE TO Vin from the window over the kitchen sink, and he waves back. A week ago I gave him a big bonus—a thank-you for taking care of the mirror installation—and it had put a huge smile on my face. Similar to the ridiculous smile I’m currently sporting as my mind goes back to all the fun Khloe and I’ve been having inside the bedroom and out. Sex with her has been phenomenal, and the way she opens to me, the way she’s game for everything, is mind-blowing. I had fun adding to her to-do list, and we’ve rapidly been making our way through it, but there is one thing, one act, I didn’t add. One I knew better than to add. This is sex, with no emotions, and the last thing I plan to do is make love to her.
We only have a little over one week left here in paradise before we go back to the grind of New York. I have no idea how the time went so fast. Then again, what is that old saying? Time flies when you’re having fun. It’s strange, because normally I’m happy to return home after being away for an extended period, but this time is different. I’m not sure I’m ready for this trip to be over. Oh, and why is that?
Khloe.
Simply put, I’ve become totally obsessed with the woman who is wide-open and honest in the bedroom. The same woman who is currently giving her time to a classroom full of elementary school kids. She’s been spending a few hours there every day for the last week, and I’ve never seen her happier.
I step away from the window, take the steaks from the fridge and flip them over in the marinade. A laugh bubbles up in my throat. Here I hired Khloe to take care of the household chores while I worked, yet I’ve been cooking for her every night and damn well loving it. I especially love all the gratuitous moans she makes when she slides the fork into her mouth as she savors a home-cooked meal. The women I know love to eat at fancy restaurants, but Khloe prefers home cooking. Probably because before this week she lived on takeout pizza and nuked food. Something she confessed to me earlier in the week when she burned my eggs. Which once again takes my thoughts back to Granddad and why he hired her in the first place. Not that I’m complaining. I chuckle quietly to myself as I think about thanking the old man.
While Khloe and I have stuck to the rules for “fucking your assistant,” it’s getting harder and harder to watch her leave my bedroom after my lips have been all over her body, save for her mouth, and my cock has been inside her. Christ, I might be cashing in my man card here, but I kind of like the idea of her snuggling in next to me, and more importantly waking up next to her in the morning. I shouldn’t be having those thoughts, but there doesn’t seem to be a damn thing I can do to stop them.
I put the steaks back in the fridge and wander outside. Warm air falls over me, and I step up to the deck to glance at the pool and ocean below. Papers rustle on the table near the pool. Shit, Khloe must have forgotten her journal.
I make my way down the stairs and pick up her hard-covered journal. I consider opening it, but that would be a huge invasion of her privacy, and what kind of man would that make me when I go overboard to protect my own? I carry it into the house and deposit it on the kitchen table. Perhaps she’s started work on that novel she’s talked about. The sound of my car pulling into the driveway reaches my ears, and I nearly bolt to the door like a lovestruck teenager.
Jesus, I can’t fall for her. I’m not looking for more, and neither is she. Even if I was, I’ve already proven I can’t stay committed, and I’m not about to hurt her the way I hurt Naomi. Khloe put important rules in place for a reason, and that reason was to ensure we keep this physical. So I’d be wise not to get any notions that she might want more.
I force myself to walk slowly and pull the door open to find Khloe jumping from the passenger seat, a wide smile on her face. Goddammit, I like her. I like her a lot.
“How was your day?” I ask, my heart picking up tempo at the mere sight of her. I let my eyes skim the length of her, admire her T-shirt and skirt, which both hug her curves.
“Amazing,” she says. I can’t help watching her mouth as she excitedly goes on to tell me all about today’s lessons and how well the kids are doing. She never did tell me what her last job was, and it’s not important, but I have to say, I think she’s found her calling here. Would she like to stay on permanently? I mean, she could live in my house, use my car, and I could fly here often, maybe even move—
Jesus, what the hell am I thinking?
I shut those thoughts down quickly, and as she talks, I lead her into the kitchen. She comes to an abrupt halt, her voice falling off when she spots her journal on the kitchen table. She points at it, worry backlighting her brown eyes.
“What’s that doing down here?”
