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Chloe resists openingher eyes for a long time after she wakes up. She has never felt so relaxed yet so worn out before. Everything aches but in such a good way. She knows without opening her eyes that she’s in his bed. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood and leather is everywhere. She rolls over and eventually opens her eyes. No sign of Tate, but she knows he did join her. She remembers the feel of his body against her. She squints at the bedside table and spots a piece of paper with her name on it.
Had to go to the studio for a few hours. Didn’t want to wake you. I’ll be back by 12. Make yourself at home. Tate.
She checks the time on her watch. It’s just after nine. First things first. Shower. Using more effort than she’d like, she climbs out of the comfortable bed and shakes out the duvet. When Chloe opens the en-suite door her mouth drops open. The bathroom is the size of the ground floor of her gran’s house. The shower would easily fit ten in it, as would the deep spa bath.
The polished grey tiles are gleaming and every piece of chrome is mirror clear. She turns on the shower and steps under the huge waterfall. Jets shoot out of the wall and massage her to within an inch of her life. If she had a shower like that at home she’d never leave the house.
She wraps a plush grey towel around her and uses his comb to try and sort out her hair. After dressing she goes downstairs and looks over at the rug by the fire. Her body wakes as the memories come back to her. Her thoughts wander for a minute before she reins herself in. There’ll be time for more of that later.
She fills the kettle and turns to the counter finding another note.
Not used to company for breakfast. Only have Coco Pops so I grabbed some pastries from down the road. They’re in the fridge.
Under that he scribbled his phone number which she immediately pops into her contacts list, smiling as she hits save. She laughs at the box of cereal on the counter with the clean bowl and spoon beside it. The fact that Tate eats kids’ cereal keeps her smiling as she finishes her breakfast then pours herself a cup of tea and demolishes one of the biggest croissants she’s ever seen.
After clearing away her breakfast things, she climbs the stairs to the second floor and into the enormous studio. Chloe wanders over to the far wall to examine the awards and plaques on display. Tate’s name is engraved into some of the dozen or so plaques with Broken Chords on the rest. She recognises the names of some of their songs but is embarrassed to admit not all of them.
Chloe runs her hand along the stand of guitars under the awards. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous about asking him to play for her. It’s what he does and does really well if the awards are anything to go by.
She closes the door behind her and goes back downstairs. While she waits for the kettle to boil again she turns on the TV and chooses the music app. She enters Broken Chords in the search bar and plays the first song on the list, turning the volume up high. His deep rich voice fills the room and sends shivers down her spine.
She’s slightly relieved she recognises most of their songs, but there are quite a few she’s never heard, which isn’t great considering she’s dating the lead singer now.
Chloe smiles as she listens to him singing. She’s dating him. She’s dating Tate Archer. Her sister is going to find this entire thing hilarious. She’s the one who immerses herself in the glossy magazines and reality shows and the like. No doubt Steph would have recognised him from a mile off.
Chloe is tempted to ring her and tell her the exciting news. The fact she’s seeing someone is news enough. The last few years have been more miss than hits when it came to men. Every time she spoke to her sister she would get the usual interrogation about her love life, or lack thereof. When she hears her sister is dating Tate it may actually shut her up for a while. Well, until the questions about the man himself start. And no doubt a surprise visit to meet him.
She lies back on the couch, closes her eyes, and listens to him singing. Maybe she’ll hold off on telling anyone and just enjoy having Tate all to herself for a little longer.
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Tate closes the front door behind him and smiles to himself when he hears one of his songs playing. Sounds like Chloe is getting to grips with their music. Thousands of people listen to him sing, but for some reason knowing she is sends him into stupid grinning mode.
He slips off his jacket and quietly opens the door from the hallway into the living area - not that you’d be able to hear much over the music. He leans against the bookcase inside the door and watches Chloe dance around his kitchen as she makes herself a cup of tea.
Her long hair is still damp and swings over her shoulders as she moves. Her feet are bare and the jeans and tank top she’s wearing hug every stunning curve of her body. It is without a doubt one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen. What the fuck did he do to deserve someone like her?
To top off the image, she’s singing along with him and getting most of the words right, which isn’t easy. He sings the first few lines of each verse pretty fast but she’s got the hang of it.
As much as he could happily watch her all day, he wants so much more. His hands need to be all over those curves. Chloe notices him a split second before he grabs her around the waist, spinning her around, and pulling her back against his chest. He brushes her hair out of his way as he kisses along her neck and up to her earlobe. Before he realises what he’s doing he sings along with himself on the TV.
He’s never been good singing one-on-one, but it feels right with her. As he sings he runs a hand between her breasts and down to her stomach. Chloe groans and presses against him, rubbing against his more than ready cock. All the while he keeps singing to her and Chloe seems to be liking it.
She reaches behind her and fists her hand in his hair as her other hand guides him exactly where she wants him. Tate slips his fingers under the top of her underwear and slides a finger inside. As he sings, Chloe pushes back, grinding her ass against him. Her other hand moves from his hair to rub him through his jeans. He stops singing, spins her around then lifts her onto the edge of the countertop. She wraps her legs around him and pulls his t-shirt off.
‘Keep singing.’
Tate does his best but he’s struggling to remember the fucking words. She kisses along the side of his neck and uses her legs to hold him close against her. Her tongue flicks against his ear and she gently pulls at his earrings.
Fuck singing. He needs his mouth for other things. He pulls off her t-shirt and bra then lies her back on the counter. Her jeans don’t put up much of a fight before he tackles his own clothes. Chloe looks at him as she slides a finger between her legs. Chloe groans as he takes her hand and pushes her fingers further into her pussy.
‘I want to watch you fuck yourself.’
His dick throbs as her long fingers disappear deep inside her. She bites her lip and looks at him as she plays with herself. In his kitchen. On his fucking counter. Her breath increases, her breasts rising and falling as she gets closer to coming. Tate takes his cock in his hand as her pace quickens. He’s so ready to get inside her, but not yet. If it kills him he’s going to wait until she’s done.
