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She braces her hands on the edge of my desk as I reach out. Two fingers trace the length of her jaw, down the slope of her neck, and across the width of her collarbone. When I rest them against the side of her breast, she moans softly, looking at me with such longing that it makes me go wild.
I lift her onto my desk and slam my lips against hers in a slow sensual kiss while my hand bunches the hem of her skirt. My breath quickens when I feel her wetness through her panties. I watch with satisfaction as she bites her lips when I spread the pad of my thumb over her dampness. She gasps when I move aside the fabric and push one long finger inside her and then another.
Her faint cry of delight excites me as I pump in and out of her with my fingers. I can't tear my eyes away from the sheer ecstasy on her face.
I must be losing my mind. There’s no logical explanation for this. I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my life.
"God, you’re still so tight." I kiss her while my fingers glide in and out of her. "Should I stop?"
Yes.
No.
I don't know what I want to hear.
"Don't stop," she breathes as she clings to my shoulders even tighter. That alone sends adrenaline coursing through me, my cock hardening. I clench my jaw tighter as I watch her whimper and writhe. I want to memorize this moment, every tiny glimmer of her expression.
"Jeremy..." God, the sound of my name in her throaty voice is intoxicating. She’s so close, I can tell by the way she’s clenching my fingers. I curl them slightly to hit her G-spot. Chloe throws her head back and she cries out. I kiss her just as she reaches orgasm, taking in her intended scream.
I run kisses from her lips to her neck and down to her breasts taking an erect nipple into my mouth in one long draw. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, running her hands over my chest down to my belly. She undoes my belt swiftly, takes out my rigid length and runs her hands over it.
A knock on the door halts my next move, jolting me back to reality. Chloe jumps off the table and runs to my bathroom.
10
CHLOE
Ifinally understand what it means to not be able to resist temptation. My reason might not be very logical, but I can now relate. Call it selfishness. Or greed. Or curiosity. Or plain old-fashioned lust. Whatever it is, I’m caught in its trap and have no way out.
Of all the men in New York City, Jeremy Aaron is the forbidden fruit that my heart, body, and soul yearn for.
He’s my boss. My best friend's father. Almost twice my age. The biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Could there be any more inappropriate man for me to dream about? He’s so many different ways out of bounds, yet I can’t stop thinking of him, and wanting him.
I crave him in the most insane way possible. I should be keeping my distance, remaining wary. He’ll chew me out and insult me, kiss me in a way that no man ever has, then turn his back on me and leave me wanting more, but somehow, I still want him.
This obsession is insane.
His touch, his scent, his imposing presence fill my thoughts.
So many girls would kill to have a guy like Tyler show an interest in them, but I can’t seem to bring myself to feel anything for him no matter how I try. The heart wants what it wants I guess.
No, not my heart, my body.
Jeremy is a devil, a terrible choice for my soul, yet…
He controls my mind even when he’s absent. Like right now, I'm sitting here with Tyler but my mind is with Jeremy.
"Are you listening, Chloe?"
I slide my attention from my thoughts to Tyler, who’s staring at me with a furrowed brow. Ella had suggested we should go on this double date. I tried talking her out of it but she wouldn't listen. She’s always had this thing for our boyfriends to be close friends like we are, so I'm not surprised she’s pushing Tyler on me.
Ella and Anthony are on the other side of the bar leaving Tyler and me here to talk and do whatever they think we should do. He’s been doing all the talking while I sit here and wonder what Jeremy is doing. Is he with another woman? Is he out prowling high-class bars like the night we met? The thought makes me simmer with jealousy.
"I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little bit tired," I say, giving him an apologetic look.
"Do you want me to take you home?" God, he is such a gentleman. I'm sure he’s the kind who can give a girl stability and safety, but not even the promise of that makes me want him.
"No, you stay here and hang out with Ella and Anthony. I can find my way home."
