“I know the kind of guy I was and still am. I’d have believed you if you’d have come to me.”
“Well, it was a long time ago. It’s water under the bridge.”
“Not for you.” That much is clear. Jacob told me enough. She has a problem with letting go and needs the pain to feel things. Is it completely healthy? Not at all, but Jacob runs a good club, a safe club. He wants the club to feel like a family–Mike and Kate do too–I’d rather Chloe get what she wants here than at some club that might not want to protect her as Jacob does.
She looks at me, her mouth open. I’ve managed to shock her. Who’d have guessed?
“I take it Greyson is why he lost his job?” I ask.
“Yeah, Franchesca doesn’t know. I want to keep it that way. She and I might not be talking, but I don’t want her to find out.”
“Your guardian angel.” I laugh as I take a sip of my drink.
“I guess,” she smiles weakly at me.
“Chloe, I meant what I said in my message.” I take a deep breath. I need her to know I want her. I want her not just as a scene partner. But if that’s all she’ll give me at first, then I’ll take it.
“Me too,” she whispers, a smile pulling at her lips.
“So about this dream,” I stare her down. This is it, make or break time.
She bites her bottom lip, fighting the smile spreading across her face. My dick goes from semi-erect to hard as stone in seconds. All because of a lip bite. I move in my seat now, a little uncomfortable. I want to see my marks all over her body. Bite marks, flogger marks, and my arousal marking her body. Claiming her as mine. Marking her as mine.
“That good, huh? The real thing is even better.” I finally say, pulled out of the mini-movie playing in my head of her tied down, ready for me to use how I see fit. Giving us both the kind of pleasure we deserve.
She bursts out laughing, hiding her face, but I can still see her neck becoming a darker shade of red.
“I have certain kinks,” she says, taking a deep breath. She swallows. Her voice changes ever so slightly. Not many people would probably notice, but I'm so in tune with this woman in front of me. I knew her before she built these high walls around her.
“I know. I saw you and Kieran’s scene a few days ago.” I don’t regret telling her or letting her know I’ve seen her naked except for the barely there dental floss of her g-string.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in what I've just said. I reach for her hand, and she doesn’t push me away, which surprises me, so I take that for the win it is. I stroke my thumb on her hand. She bites her lip again.
“Don’t look at me like that, Chlo. Or I’m going to want to do more than drink crappy coffee with you.”
“We need to look at our calendars and see which nights at Hidden Secrets work best for us.” She sounds like she did in the conference room, all business.
“Chlo, I don’t wantjustto see you at the club.”
“Jaxson, you don’t know that.”
“I think I know my own brain. It’s got me working at the best law firm in New York.”
“Second,” she smiles.
“I guess we’ll have to just disagree on that.” This feels good and natural.
“You bring out the worst in me when we’re against each other.”
“I disagree. We both bring our A game against each other, which doesn’t have to change. I mean, we’ve done it for the last decade.”
“True! I did always know how to kick your ass.”
“And now I can spank your ass.”
She looks down, her brain in overdrive. I can see her smile fighting to spread over her face.
“Yes, Sir!” It comes out coy as she bites on her lip. She really NEEDS to stop doing that.