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“I want to,” he murmured.

Without another word, Chelsea closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

“Then, do it,” she whispered against his lips. “Look, Colt, I hate sounding like a desperate woman, but I’ve never wanted a man more. Not even my ex before we got married.”

“Yeah, what happened there?” Colt asked, his voice low and husky with desire.

“He liked younger women,” Chelsea replied bitterly with a shrug.

“Ahh, I see,” Colt chuckled, understanding dawning on him.

“You see what?” Chelsea demanded.

“That’s why you don’t like me talking to Christine,” he replied with a mischievous smile.

“I don’t care if you talk to her, just don’t screw her,” Chelsea said half-jokingly.

Colt laughed. “No worries there. She’s way too young for me, and I am way too interested in you.” He sighed deeply. “Alright, we can see if this goes anywhere. I know I’ve never wanted another woman as much as I want you. Promise me, you won’t fire me.”

Chelsea laughed and nodded. “I promise, and you promise me, if you end it, you won’t leave here.”

“Alright. I promise, but we keep this between us, okay? At least until we see how it’s going,” Colt added, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. She nodded and with that, he lowered his lips to hers once more, their kiss filled with a newfound passion and hope for the future.

Chapter Six

Chelsea sighed as Colt’s lips brushed over hers, their kiss lingering, full of passion. His hands trailed down from her waist to her hips and grasped her ass, pulling her even closer to his body.

“I want you, Chelsea,” he whispered into her ear.

“Let’s take a shower,” she responded, then gently led him to the bathroom in her bedroom, guiding him to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. As Colt removed his boots and socks then stood up to unbuckle his belt, he looked at her and frowned.

“You can’t shower in your clothes, you know,” he teased.

“I was enjoying watching you,” she replied, moving to stand before him. “Let me help.” She unbuttoned his jeans, slid the zipper down, before she tugged them and his boxer briefs down, freeing his growing cock. She wrapped her hand around it, coaxing it to full hardness as Colt groaned under her touch.

Chelsea lowered to her knees before him and took him into her mouth, and a moan escaped from his lips. She continued to suck on him, all the while carefully kneading his balls. Colt’s fingers weaved through her hair.

Colt stepped back from her. “I want to fuck you.”

She looked at him, stood, then turned away, and started the shower.

Once the water reached a comfortable temperature, Chelsea quickly shed her clothes.

“Damn, get a condom from my wallet,” Colt said urgently.

She complied, taking out the condom from his wallet and setting the wallet on the counter.

As Chelsea turned to enter the shower, she caught Colt’s gaze fixated on her.

“Just admiring the view,” he said playfully.

She laughed, stepping into the shower and wrapping her hand around his cock once more.

“I like my view better,” she teased as she squeezed him gently.

A deep groan escaped Colt’s lips as he whispered, “I need you, Chelsea. Now.”

Their eyes locked together; Chelsea tore open the packet and carefully rolled the condom down over his hard shaft.

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