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He set to work sucking and teasing her nipple. Every time he drew back hard, her core clenched. Her sex throbbed with desperate aching need.
Eager to assist, she flipped open the top button of her jeans. But with a large male body blocking her way, Chloe only managed to get the zipper part way down. An accommodating Jordan did the rest. He released her breast from its delicious torture just long enough to pull her jeans to the floor. Chloe kicked them off, along with her slide-on sandals.
Thank god for the warm weather of California. It meant a girl could undress with speed and ease.
“Hmm. A dark blue G-string with diamantes. Very pretty. Such a shame it has to come off, maybe I should get you to leave it here when you go.” Jordan slipped the scrap of Italian lace down her legs and tossed it carelessly aside.
Dark green eyes glittered up at her. She could have sworn the worddevildanced in them. Her own eyes closed as a thick tongue speared into her heated flesh. Strong hands gripped her ass cheeks as Jordan delved deep over and over again. Every time he reached the top of her sex his tongue did a little flutter over her clit. Chloe sobbed. Her flushed bud was so sensitive it had her switching back and forth between pain and the edge of an all body orgasm.
But she didn’t want to come. Not yet.
This was beyond heaven. Paris had been merely an entrée as to what this man could do. His fingers spread her soft folds open, and he buried his face between her legs. Chloe cried out. Desperate for what, she didn’t quite know.
At the very edge of a shattering climax, he pulled her back. Drawing her away from her orgasm.What a glorious tease.Jordan rested on his haunches and slowly nodded to himself. “Now I think it’s time you took in the view.”
Huh?
He got to his feet and towed Chloe toward a bright red ottoman chair which sat in the middle of the living area. “I would like very much for you to get on your hands and knees and face the window, please, Ms. Fisher.”
As soon as she climbed onto the ottoman, Chloe understood the quip about enjoying the view. The skyline of downtown Los Angeles lay before her in the distance.
Jordan ran the palm of his hand over her bare ass. The move was full of promise. “Now spread your legs, wide.”
Chloe deliberately shifted her knees only a little apart. She was teasing him, hoping he would pick up on her signal.
The sharp sting of his hand on her ass took her breath away. He’d got the message. “Spread your legs, Chloe.”
This was hot as ... if he hadn’t already brought her to the brink, his commanding well-spoken voice and firm hand would have done it for her.
She moved her legs apart another inch and got a second slap on her backside for her troubles. Chloe hadn’t ever been one for this sort of sex play, but after Paris she felt safe with Jordan. Sensed he wouldn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She was naked and on her knees in front of him, vulnerable. But he would protect her.
“Would you like my cock to pound into your sweet pussy and bring you to a teary orgasm? Is that what you want. I will do whatever you ask.”
She dragged in a shallow, ragged breath. If he had any idea as to how close she was, he wouldn’t be saying those things. The slightest touch and she was going to come. “Yes, I want you. I need you.”
The hiss of a zipper being lowered, followed by the crinkle of a condom wrapper was music to her ears. “Are you alright if we use my condoms?”
Chloe nodded. She hadn’t thought to bring her own, they weren’t something she normally carried in her purse. She welcomed the exquisite pressure as Jordan slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her. She moaned. “Oh, Jordan. Please.”
“Take a deep breath sweetheart and cool your blood. We should take our time, so if you think you are close, drop your head. I’ll pull out until you have regained control. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like heaven.”
Theslap, slapof flesh against flesh now filled the silence of the room. The heady scent of sex hung in the air. Chloe focused her gaze on the city as she took every inch of Jordan’s cock. Again and again. Three times she dropped her head, and three times he withdrew from her body. Each break took a few more minutes than the last for her to wrestle her lust into submission. But when he thrust in deep for what felt like the millionth time, Chloe fractured into a thousand shards of light.
She gripped tightly onto the fabric of the ottoman as Jordan let loose his restraint. His hips pumped his hard erection into her. Over and over again. His arm wrapped around her waist, and he slowed. His thrusts became long and languid. She was utterly destroyed, but with every stroke he put her back together again.
Jordan came on a whispered, “Chloe.”
The city outside the window was lost in the sheen of her tears.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Chloe’s bedroom,
A week of sexual delights later.
Chloe shifted in the bed and Jordan let her out of his embrace. Moving onto her stomach, she rose up on her elbows. At the same time, he piled another pillow behind his head and adopted his listening pose. She clearly had things she wanted to say. He’d quickly discovered that when Chloe was in one of her chatty moods, she could talk for hours. Jordan loved these late night conversations.
