Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Get what?”
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? As revenge for whatever it is you think I did to you a decade ago.”
“Killing you is definitely not what I have in mind, Evan.” She blushed, even as she spoke those bold words. “But it’s okay. I know where you stand. You see me as a threat. Going there with me would mean complicating your already complicated life. You’ve always overthought things when it came to me. Nothing has changed.”
“It would be very easy to give in to how I’m feeling right now, Chloe. Trying to do the right thing is fucking hard.”
There it is again. Fucking hard. Why did I have to say it like that? Now that was all I could think about—fucking her hard against this kitchen counter.
She frowned. “Doing the right thing always seems to involve pushing me away.”
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
She said nothing else before she escaped to her room.
I didn’t know whether we could sustain this living arrangement, given the sexual tension now rising to the surface between us. But as I stepped into the shower, there was one thing I did know: my weeks-long jerk-off ban was about to end.
Chapter 24
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CHLOE
Later that night, I lay in bed, unable to relax. I couldn’t stop thinking about the titty show I’d given Evan. He’d left me completely starving for more—and more than a little pissed.
Just after ten PM, my phone chimed with a text.
Evan: Are you awake?
My heart beat faster as I typed.
Chloe: I am.
The dots moved around for several seconds before his response came in.
Evan: Can I come to your room?
Heat crept up my neck.
Chloe: Yes.
A moment later, my door creaked open. Just as I’d opened my mouth to speak, Evan placed his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet.
“What’s up?” I whispered.
He locked the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, his chest moving up and down as he breathed.
Then he walked over to the closet, the one I always made sure was shut before bed. He opened it. At first I thought he was just messing with me. But then he stepped inside and gestured for me to join him.
My heart raced as I got out of bed, but I didn’t move, choosing to bust his balls instead. “Not sure if I should. I don’t really like you tonight,” I teased.
His eyes darkened. “You don’t have to like me to come on my face.”
Well, okay, then. Those words hit me right between the legs, causing my muscles to quiver. What had gotten into him right now? Actually, I didn’t care.
I walked toward the closet, and Evan pulled me in and shut the sliding door, locking us inside. While it wasn’t a walk-in closet, it was roomy, big enough to comfortably fit us. He pulled the string to turn on the small light.
I looked up at him. “You know I hate the closet.”
“Well, maybe I can change your mind about closets tonight, if you let me.”
A chill rolled down my spine. “You think so, huh?”
Evan leaned in and spoke against my neck. “Take off your shirt for me. All the way this time.”
Instantly aroused, my nipples practically turned to steel upon his command. I lifted my T-shirt over my head, letting my breasts fall freely. Not even two seconds passed before he lowered his mouth to my chest, sucking so hard on my nipple that I practically saw stars. I could feel his erection as he pressed against my abdomen.
He groaned. “Fuck, Chloe. I’ve been dying for this.”
I bent my head back, scratching my fingers through his thick hair as he swirled his tongue along my nipple. He took turns with each breast and alternated between sucking, licking, kissing, and gently biting. Soon, my breasts were damp with his saliva, and my panties were just as soaked. If you could die from physical need, that’s how my body felt at the moment.
Then he kissed up my neck, finally taking my mouth in his. The moment I gasped, I felt the vibration of his deep groan down the back of my throat. It felt like gravity shifted the moment our tongues collided. Of all the ways I’d imagined my first kiss with Evan Ricci, in a closet with my tits hanging out hadn’t been on the list. But with every eager lap of his tongue against mine, the nerve endings in my body lit up more. Threading my fingers through his hair, I felt like I was drowning in his magnificent taste.
Then he slowed down for a moment and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I said between our lips smacking together.
“You taste like sour peach rings.” He moved back. “But I need to taste something else right now.”
I licked across my bottom lip, starving for the return of his mouth. But Evan kissed down my abdomen before kneeling at my waist.