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CHAPTER23

Barrett

I’m drafting an email when Chloe bursts through my office door. I’d be surprised if I wasn’t so fucking happy to see her there.

Every night this week we’ve played WordIt to determine who gets the pleasure of making the other one come. Every night this week I’ve won and fucked Chloe with my fingers and tongue. It’s been a measure in restraint not giving in when she reaches for my belt. Pulling away from her warm, sweet body every night. But it’s been necessary. I’m dying to be inside her, but I want Chloe to be comfortable before we move on to the next step, because I know when that happens, I won’t be able to hold anything back.

She’s breathing hard, like she ran here in her red high heels, the same color as her lips again today.

“Hi,” she says, still working to catch her breath.

“Hi,” I say, standing from my desk chair.

She turns to lock the door before striding over to move between me and my desk. Needing to be closer, I slide my hand to her hip and pull her to me.

“This is a nice surprise.” I smile down at her.

“Do you have lunch plans?” she asks, grinning from ear to ear.

I glance at my watch with my free hand. “In twenty minutes. Should I cancel?”

“No, that should be enough time.”

“Enough time for what?” I ask, curious to find out what has her bursting into my office.

Her hands grip my arms and I immediately notice the absence of Frankie’s Faux Nails. Chloe’s nails have been transformed to their usual, much shorter, state and covered in a soft pink polish.

“I like your nails,” I say, taking one hand and examining them more closely. “The color will look nice against my sheets when I pin your hands above your head later.”

Chloe’s eyes go wide, a momentary falter before she regains her focus.

“We’ll see about that,” she says playfully. “By the way, I think you’re cheating at WordIt.”

My lips quirk at her accusation. I will neither confirm nor deny it.

“The last four nights have demonstrated I’m a superior WordIt player. I’m determined to win. The prize,” I slide my hand under her skirt, “is, after all, very motivating. Did you want to play now?”

“No.” She moves out of my grip to pull a piece of paper from her purse. I recognize it as her list. “I don’t know how you’ve managed to beat me every night but I can’t take it anymore.” She sets it on my desk and points to her writing. “I’ve added giving you a blow job to the list. I didn’t want it to come to this, but it’s a necessity at this point. I can’t focus on anything else. I’ve got the Books 4 Kids event tonight. I’ll be distracted at best, deranged at worst. I won’t be able to form coherent sentences with you next to me while I think about the weight of you in my hand. And I can’t be wondering what your dick might feel like in my mouth while I’m handing out books to children. It wouldn’t be right.”

She uses our joined hands to pull me around my desk and over to the sofa on the far wall.

I want to laugh at how serious Chloe is about giving me a blow job. My dick is already pressed against my zipper, having become fully alert the moment she walked into my office.

“Sit.” She pushes on my chest, indicating her request. It’s barely enough momentum to move me an inch, but I do what she says and take a seat on the sofa. Chloe kneels between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs.

“I’ve always wondered what your lips would look like stretched around my cock.” I reach forward to cup her cheek, placing my thumb pad on her lower lip and giving it a tug.

“You have?” She welcomes my thumb into her mouth and swirls the tip of it with her tongue.

“Every damn day since I met you.”

“You’re joking. You barely said a word to me when your mother introduced us.”

“That’s because I knew you were trouble,” I confess.

I trace my thumb around her lips, letting the wetness from her mouth coat her there.

Chloe grips my wrist and places my hand by my side.