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The tremble in Jordan’s voice told Chloe all she needed to know. He was barely holding on. It would have been so easy to simply take his cock back into her mouth and put him out of his misery, but she was feeling greedy tonight. Lust ruled her head.
Rising from the chair, she unclipped the lacy pink bra and slipped it off. She gave a little wiggle of her hips before hooking her fingers into either side of the dainty pink G-string. Jordan fixed her with a desperate gaze and pleaded, “Show a little mercy.”
Still toying with her G-string, she turned and bent over, pointing her ass at him. Her sexy little move was instantly rewarded. Jordan gave a low growl of manly hunger. But Chloe was having far too much fun to yield to his appeals.
Large, warm hands took hold, seizing her by the waist. “Smart girl. Now I want you to hold onto the chair,” he commanded. His words were firm, but his touch was surprisingly gentle as he thumbed her G-string down her legs. By some miracle they didn’t catch on the top of Chloe’s boots. The scrap of satin joined the rest of their scattered clothes on the floor.
Hot, searing kisses traced their way down her spine, and Chloe shivered. Jordan cupped her ass, then slipped a finger deep into her wet heat. He stroked her. Her already hardened nipples turned to pebbles. They could have cut glass. He continued to stroke her sex. “So beautiful, and such a good girl.” With his arm wrapped about her waist he held her to him, teasing her clit as he thrust a second finger into her. “Two can play at this game. I want you as hot and needy as you have made me.”
She sobbed at his deep penetrating touch. “Jordan.”
When he finally, mercifully released her, Jordan dropped to his knees, and turned her to face him. He unzipped Chloe’s long boots and took them off. She waited, expecting him to get to his feet, but instead, he slid his hands up the inside of both her thighs. When he reached the apex, to the tiny thatch of hair at the opening to her sex, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Chloe held a hand to her mouth. No man had ever done that to her before, and it was beyond perfect. “Jordan,” she whispered. She didn’t know what else to say. His name seemed enough.
His thumbs parted her soft folds. Her head fell back as Jordan licked deep into her pussy. His tongue laved over her sensitive flesh in a carnal dance of pleasure.
Oh god. Oh …
The tables were now fully turned. She was the one spearing her fingers into his short brown hair, while he tortured her clit. The vanquished becoming the victor.
“Jordan, please.”
“Is that begging I hear?”
His face was still buried between her legs, his laughter only stopping when he plunged his tongue deep into her sex once more. This man was amazing. Incredible. Skilled. Where had Jordan Royal been all her life?
“Yes. Yes. I am begging. Please, I need to be fucked.”
With the world’s sexiest grin on his face, Jordan slowly rose to his feet. He held out his hand, and weak-kneed she took it. “Come to bed, Chloe. I want to give you want you need. I am going to make love to you so slow and deep. And with tears if you wish.”
He led her over to the bed and lay her down. Chloe barely had time for her head to hit the pillow, before he rose over her, condom in hand. She took the packet, ripped it open with her teeth, and with all due reverence for his hard but very sensitive erection, rolled it on. She opened her legs, their eyes locking on one another as Jordan parted the folds of her sex and slowly pressed his cock in.
“Oh god,” she sighed.
“Now I am going to fuck you slow and deep, Chloe, and I will only let you come when I see tears shining in your eyes.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Chloe woke the following morning wrapped up in the warmth of Jordan’s arms. The curtains of the bedroom were open, and the sun’s rays were peeking through the iron lattice framework of the Eiffel Tower. What more could a girl want than to be in Paris with her secret lover?
“What time is it?” she muttered.
“Just after eight.”
She rolled over and was greeted by a smiling Jordan. The sight of the man, with his mussed up bed hair, who had shown her such an amazing night of sexual pleasure had her heart dancing with joy.
She’d lost count of the number of times he had brought her to a tear-filled climax. Jordan had taken such wonderful care of her, acknowledging her need to achieve her release this way without any form of judgment. She’d never been able to trust a guy like this before, fearing they wouldn’t understand.
And yet he had.
“Good morning, my goddess of music, are you hungry?”
Chloe had barely eaten a bite of the delicious food Jordan had laid out for them last night. “I’m starving. I’ve normally had my protein booster and vitamins by this hour of the morning. Marta makes sure of it.”
Jordan snorted in obvious disgust of Chloe’s usual morning fare. “Well I don’t have any boosters or personal assistants at hand, what I dohaveare fresh croissants from the bakery next door. I kinda forgot you might not want to eat those. I can get rid of them if you like. I also have the best, hot Parisian coffee waiting in the kitchen for your delectable lips. Would you be allowed that?”
