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Her eyes don’t move from my cock, as her face pinks, and she wets her lips with her tongue.
“Looking for something?” My hand instinctively goes to my cock, and I pull on it.
“Erm…” she looks around. “No, never mind.” Her eyes stay on my cock a moment longer before she pulls herself off the bed and straightens herself.
“I’ll see you soon,” she says to my cock.
“Count on it,” I say, pulling on my cock.
She turns, leaving my bedroom, and I watch her ass as she walks into my living room, heading towards the front door of my apartment.
I walk into the bathroom, and it’s still steamy from Chloe’s shower. I groan at the thought of a soapy and naked Chloe touching herself in my shower.
I press the button, and the room steams. I stand under the heat as the water drips down my back. Lathering the soap in my hands, I grip my cock. I imagine Chloe with that look on her face when I made her lost for words, her mouth open. She’s making me lose control. I slam my hand against the glass, my hands sliding slightly as I moan. My hand is a poor substitute for what I can only imagine is the paradise of Chloe’s lips around my cock. I need her again, and she only left my apartment ten minutes ago.
I close my eyes, and I see her wet underneath me, not a care in the world of the water running down her back. The only thing she’s concentrating on is me. Kissing and sucking and handling my cock just the way I like it. She takes me like a greedy slut in her mouth, her hand handling my balls. She slips my cock out of her mouth, her eyes looking up at me as she kisses and sucks on my balls.
“FUCK.” I shout, jerking my cock harder. “Ch-lo-e,” I drag out as I cum all over my hand. The white sticky mess was all over my hand and the glass. I shouldn’t have cum so hard. I’m surprised there was any cum left after the number of times we fucked last night.
I clean myself up and step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist when I stop doing what I’m doing. Chloe is leaning against the wall with her phone on her chest, looking at me through the open door.
I thought she’d left.
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CHLOE
Ican’t get the sound out of my head. It’s had me distracted all afternoon. As soon as I headed to the door, I regretted the way I had left him. So I turned around, ready to kiss him senseless. What I wasn’t ready for was walking past the bathroom and seeing him with his cock in hand. I take a sip of my bottled water as I remember the wetness pooling between my legs.
I’m aching for him again. I need a distraction.
I open the bottom drawer in my desk, pulling out my purse. My assistant usually makes a coffee run in the afternoon, but today, I need to stretch my legs and get out of the office for a bit.
“I’ll get the coffee today. I need to stretch my legs.” I say, not that my assistant needs me to give him a run-down of where I’m going.
“What does everyone order?” I ask as Adam’s eyes bug out of his head.
“You think I don’t know that you order for more than us?” I eye him, begging him to lie to me or not.
“It’s just…”
“What, Adam?”
“I know you’re not always this uptight…” he sighs, stopping himself.
“Finish that sentence,” I say. Now I’m kinda pissed.
“People don’t exactly like you,” he has the gall to look at me sheepishly before adding, “but they don’t really know you.” The last bit he strings together like one whole word.
“I didn’t realize that in order to buy the team’s coffee, they had to like me.”
This hurts more than it should. I shouldn’t be surprised. I walk back into my office and grab my jacket. I’m taking an extended break. Hell, I might not even come back to the office.
I’m in the elevator doors before I realize I just left my office with no explanation to Adam.
The doors open, and people are talking in groups around the lobby. I scan my badge at the security desk and smile at the woman on duty. As I walk out of the building, I see a guy sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the street. He doesn’t look homeless, though, just like he’s waiting for someone. Something about him, though, makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and alert me that I’m in danger and need to be alert. I feel like he’s staring me down but with the full beard, even if well maintained, and the baseball cap to his eyes. I can't make out if I know him or not. I walk away from my building, but the guy is still sitting there staring at the building. But I’m on high alert now. My nerves were well and truly shot to hell.
I start walking and don’t realize where I’m headed until I end up half a block away from his law firm.
