by Claire Adams
He nodded. “Mostly because Uncle Logan lets them run the house.” He led me out of that room and into another bedroom across the hall. This was obviously the master bedroom.
It wasn’t large, but it was comfortable with a fluffy, white comforter and shiny, maple furniture. The walls were decorated with more artwork of beaches and sunsets. The carpeting was also white and plush and comfortable. It was warm and inviting and made me want to take off my shoes to walk across it in my bare feet.
There was a large window, and he went over and pulled open the blinds. It was dark outside, but the moon illuminated enough for me to see that it had a garden in back, as well, with a small little stream that ran through it. Beyond that was a children’s play area and then what looked like miles of beach and ocean.
I was enchanted and before I caught myself, I said, “I want to stay here forever.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LOGAN
The cottage was my favorite place in the world and the fact that Chloe’s eyes were lit up with delight at the sight of it made me want her even more than I already did. I stepped toward her and put my arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
All my adult life, I’d heard rumors that an orgasm could come from just a kiss. I like to kiss, but I’d never believed that, at least not outside the confines of being an adolescent. But kissing Chloe was almost as satisfying as sex.
She was so soft and sweet, and although she was less skilled than most, if not all, of my former lovers, there was something in that innocence that engaged not only my brain and lips, but my whole body.
While we kissed, I slid that soft sweater up and uncovered a sexy bra. I didn’t stop there. I flipped that bra out of my way and then broke the kiss so that I could pull back and look at her in the soft light of the moon.
“You’re so beautiful, Chloe.” My voice was raspy, and as I reached out and caressed one of her nipples with my thumb, I got a moan from her in return. I leaned down and kissed the tops of both breasts where the soft flesh swelled just above the nipple.
Then, my tongue came out and I tasted them while using my hands to unbutton and unzip her jeans. They were in my way and suddenly offensive to me. While I licked and sucked on her ruby-red nipples, I slipped my hand down into her jeans and underneath her panties. She was hot, slick, and wet, and the sound that came from her throat again almost elicited a premature orgasm from me.
I slid my fingers along the inside of her lips and heard her suck in a breath as her body convulsed. I teased her for a while until I felt like she was on the edge before I slipped my fingers into her tight, hot tunnel and moved them in and out as my thumb pressed and rubbed at her clit. Her noises escalated and her body leaned into me for support. In minutes, she was pulling at my hair and crying out my name.
I felt her soft body contract and then slowly begin to relax while it quivered all over. She was deadweight against me now and after pulling my hand out of her panties, I held onto her and took two steps back to the bed. I lowered her down onto it and watched as she came down off her high.
While I watched her, I kicked off my boots and peeled off my shirt. She looked up at me with glazed eyes and a sweet smile on her lips. I had to lean down for another kiss and when I did, her hands went to my waist and began undoing my pants. Once she had them unzipped, she pushed them down over my hips. I stood up again and finished taking them and my shorts off before reaching down and peeling away the rest of her clothes.
She was sitting up on the bed now and her hands went to my throbbing erection. I closed my eyes and now it was my turn to moan.
While she stroked it gently, she got up on her knees and kissed my neck and across my tightly clenched jawline. She trailed kisses across my collarbones and down my chest, pausing for a lick of each one of my nipples. I almost stopped her as I felt her kissing down my abdomen. I wanted inside of her so badly. But as soon as her tongue came out and swiped at the swollen head of my cock, I changed my mind. Feeling myself inside her mouth would be just as exciting.
Chloe licked me from head to base and then swirled her tongue around me all the way back up. Once she reached the head again, she opened her lips and sucked me in between them. The feel of her hot, wet mouth caused waves of pleasure to roll through me. She reached up and took the base in her hand and held it firmly while she began bobbing her head up and down. I grabbed her hair and moved it to the side; I wanted to watch her. I wanted to see how good she was making me feel and how beautiful she looked doing it.
I watched for a while and then closed my eyes and just let myself feel. That was almost a mistake because about the time she slid her hand down and touched my quivering sac, I nearly lost my hold on the orgasm pressing into me with the force of a tornado. I had to pull back, and when I did, she let out a little sigh like she was disappointed.
I liked that. I liked that she wanted to touch me I every way possible. It was exactly how I felt about her. I gently nudged her back on the bed and reached down for my jeans. I had to fish around on the floor for them, and I was getting frustrated before I finally grabbed hold of them and pulled my wallet out. I found what I was looking for and tossed the wallet back down to the floor.
Chloe’s eyes watched as I opened the package and then she surprised me by reaching up and taking the condom out of my hand. She held onto my aching cock with one hand and rolled the condom on with the other. The total concentration on her face as she did so made me smile. It was so strange to me, but it was the little things like that about her that drove me crazy.
Once I was covered, I moved her back so she was in the center of the bed and used my knees to nudge her legs apart. I reached down to touch her with my fingers again. She was even wetter now; her excitement was mixed with her orgasm and my cock was almost dancing with the anticipation of feeling all of that. I only wished I could feel her bare, skin to skin.
For a second, I let my mind go there… Maybe after we were married. Maybe we could make a baby. Maybe things would stay just like this and I could have everything I ever wanted. I could have what my brother and sister had: a successful career and a family…a beautiful wife to come home to every night.
I shuddered when I realized where I was allowing myself to go. I pushed those thoughts aside and without any more foreplay, I plunged myself into her. She reached up to grab my shoulders and used them to pull her back up off the bed while her legs wrapped around me. I moved in and out of her, each time reveling in the way she seemed to grasp my cock with her soft walls and hold on tightly.
I did that for a while, reaching down every so often to tweak one of her nipples or bending over to give her a kiss. Her pretty face was contorted with pleasure, and I was almost ready to come. Then suddenly, she opened her eyes and pushed herself up on her elbows. “Turn over,” she said.
That was another thing about her that blew my mind. During the light of day, she was so shy and innocent, but when the lights went down and the clothes came off, there was no holding back. She almost became the aggressor.
I held onto her and rolled over onto my back so that she was on top. She kissed me and then sat up straight so her legs were on either side of me and her gorgeous body was framed by the light coming in the window.
She started to move in what almost looked like a sensuous dance. Her eyes were closed and her hair spilled across her face. I reached up and held onto her breasts, gently massaging and alternately pinching and pulling at her nipples. She rocked faster and moaned louder and suddenly, I felt her thighs tense into me. She reached down and pressed her palms into my chest and her movements became erratic as her breaths got more ragged.
Looking at her in the throes of her orgasm pushed me over the edge and we both came as we clutched onto each other – and once again the thought of keeping her crossed my mind.
*****
I woke up on Sunday morning wrapped up in Chloe’s arms and legs. It was the best night’s sleep I’d had since the first time she spent the night with me at my
penthouse. We’d left the blinds open and the morning sun spilled in and illuminated her golden hair and sexy body. My cock responded immediately, and I was only seconds away from waking her up so that I could ravage her again before I stopped myself.
I didn’t want her to think I only wanted her for sex. I had to convince her this was about real feelings.
Not that I wasn’t confused myself already about the real feelings I seemed to be having for her. It had been so long since I’d felt things like the emotions Chloe evoked in me and I didn’t know if I should be happy about them or afraid. I did know that they made the guilt of my original plan even more fierce…but if she fell in love with me and I had feelings for her, too, was it so bad?
With a reluctant sigh, I gently disengaged myself from her limbs. Once I rolled out of bed, I stood there for several minutes and just watched her sleep. I finally tore myself away and went to take my shower. She was still sleeping when I got out. She’d wrapped the pillow up with her arms and legs and she looked so fucking adorable I could hardly stand it. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts and left the bedroom before the thread of self-control I was holding onto snapped.
I went down to the kitchen and put the coffee on before looking through the refrigerator and cabinets. My mother saw to it that the cottage was always fully stocked with anything I might need anytime I chose to stay. It was amazing that I’d grown up to be so independent when it would have been just as easy to be a mama’s boy and let her take care of me for the rest of my life.
I took out what I needed and while Chloe slept, I started making breakfast. By the time she came down the stairs freshly showered and looking like a million bucks, I had a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon ready for her.
“Wow, you cook, too?”
I grinned. “I’m full of surprises.” I went over and kissed her lips softly. “Mm, you smell good.”
She giggled. “I smell woodsy, like you. It’s easy to see you don’t bring women here often. All of the soap and body wash was made especially for men.”
I put my face close to my neck and inhaled. “Damn, I smell good.”
She laughed again. “You do, and so does your breakfast.”
I’d almost forgotten breakfast already. My cock was once again straining against the inside of my shorts. This woman was going to be the death of me.
“Thank you, and by the way, women don’t come here ever – unless they’re my mother, and then only to stock the kitchen.”
She looked at me like she wasn’t sure whether I was telling the truth or just feeding her a line and then she smiled devilishly and said, “So why am I here?”
I took her hands and led her over to the little breakfast nook. “Because something about you drives me crazy, Chloe Dupree. Now sit and eat your breakfast. You’ll need your energy so that I can ravage you again.” She sat down, but I noticed her face coloring. I sat down across from her and said, “You’re something else, you know that?”
She took a bite of her bacon and said, “Something good or bad?”
I grinned. “Something very good,” I told her, “and extremely sexy when you’re very bad.” She took a sip of her coffee, hiding her face behind the mug as she did. I continued to watch her until she had to put it down and look at me. “You have no idea how beautiful and sexy you are, do you?”
“It’s not at the top of my list of self-attributes, no.”
“Well, put it there, underneath how sweet and smart you are, too, of course.”
“Can I ask you a question, Logan?”
“Anything.”
“I believe you when you tell me you think I’m beautiful. I can see that you mean it when you look at me and I feel it when you touch me. But… I have eyes and I can see that there are hundreds, if not thousands, of more beautiful women right here in the city. You are handsome, and you’re smart and rich, and I watched you with your family yesterday and saw a side of you that any woman would be crazy not to fall for. So, I have to ask…why me?”
When she finished, she had tears in her eyes and my heart hurt to see it. She honestly didn’t believe she was good enough for me. I hated that. She was so wrong. If anything, it was the other way around.
I opened my mouth and realized I was on the verge of telling her the truth. I was just about to tell her that I’d been planning on using her, but things were changing, more rapidly then I knew what to do with. Luckily, I caught myself. No matter what happened between us, she could never know that. That was the one thing that would hurt her worse than anything else. It would give validation to her thought that she wasn’t good enough for me. I reached over and took her hand in mine.
“Chloe, you have it in your head for some reason that I’m better than you, or that I can do better than you. I’m sure nothing I can say will change that. So, if you’ll let me, I’m going to show you.
“I’m going to make you see yourself the way that I do. I’m going to make you believe that if I searched the four corners of the Earth, I wouldn’t find another woman that even came close to being as good for me as you are. One of these days, you’re going to wake up without a single doubt in that pretty head of yours that I am the one who doesn’t deserve you.”
One of the tears in her eyes escaped and rolled down her face. She got up and came around to my side of the table. The next thing I knew, she was in my lap and I was getting a sexy kiss that tasted like bacon and maple syrup. I could get used to this.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHLOE
I couldn’t remember ever having a better Sunday. I lost my mind when Logan said all those wonderful things to me, and once again, I practically threw myself at him. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. We had sex right there on that chair in the kitchen of the cottage. It was hot and probably the sexiest thing I’d ever done.
Afterwards, we went on a walk, and we didn’t talk about work or family or my insecurities. Instead, we talked about our dreams.
Logan was a billionaire, but he’d spent so much of his time building his company and making his fortune that he still had so much he wanted to do with his life. We talked about travel and places we both wanted to go; we talked about how much we both loved the ocean and how I’d always dreamt of living in a cottage on the beach.
After our walk, we went back to the cottage and Logan built a fire. We had grilled cheese sandwiches and soup by the fire for lunch and then we made love again one last time before we had to go back to the city – and reality.
For the first time in a long time, work was not what I was looking forward to. Instead, I finally understood how other people felt when they talked about it coming between them and their life. I finally had a life and I was beginning to see a future that went beyond becoming a successful businesswoman, and I liked it, a lot.
Logan’s driver dropped me at my apartment that evening, and I was still floating on cloud nine as I drifted up the stairs, unlocked the apartment door, and literally ran into Lilliana. “Oh jeez, I’m sorry, Lily. Are you okay?”
She looked me up and down and said, “I’m fine. I see you’re still wearing the clothes I suggested for you yesterday, so I’m guessing that you’re better than fine yourself.”
I didn’t want to talk about my time with Logan with Lily. Something about the way she said things and the way she looked at me made it feel dirty and I didn’t want anything about Logan and I to feel dirty. Then of course there was the “coincidence” of her being the sister of his ex-wife. That was just too weird.
“I had a great time at the party,” I said. I brushed past her and headed for my room. I was about to close the door when she appeared behind me. “Jeez, Lily, I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Sneak up on me like a ghost. It freaks me out.”
“So, you’ve slept with him twice now. That’s practically unheard of. And, you’ve met his family. Are you two actually seeing each other?”
“Why do you care, Lily? Please, just tell me once a
nd for all why my life is so damned interesting to you! You’re a model who is gorgeous and interning for a famous magazine. You come from a wealthy family whom you are only temporarily on the outs from. Your phone never stops ringing, dinging, or pinging, so I know you have friends. So please, tell me how you possibly have time to obsess over who I do or do not sleep with.”
“I’m not obsessed with who you sleep with; I’m interested, that’s all. I thought we were friends.”
I felt a stab of guilt I probably didn’t deserve. “Lily, I’d like to be friends with you, honestly, I would. But so far, I just haven’t found that we have a lot in common. And, I have to tell you that I’m still bothered by the fact that you didn’t tell me about your connection to Logan.”
“I’m not connected to your boyfriend. Like I told you, I was just a kid when he was part of our family. I barely knew him and I could tell at the Halloween party that he didn’t recognize me at all. I should have told you sooner, but at first it seemed like a weird thing to blurt out, and then afterwards, it just never seemed like the right time.
“Listen, Minnesota, you are right…we don’t have much of anything in common. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. Yes, I have a lot of people blowing up my phone. But they’re all a bunch of fakes who hang onto my coattails in hopes of getting something out of knowing me. My father is an important man, and despite us being on the outs right now, people know he’d never completely turn his back on me. They use me for what they can get. I’m tired of fake, needy people.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I had a feeling I would regret it later, but because her words made me feel a deep guilt and sympathy for her, I said, “Okay, Lily, I will take your word for it. Let’s make a pact, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s just agree that I don’t talk to you about anything intimate that happens between me and Logan, okay?”
She scoffed, but then she smiled and said, “Sure, after you pay me my twenty bucks.”