Page 12 of One Last Chance

Part of me is saying,stop this, Chloe, he’s not yours,but the other half is saying,I may never have an opportunity like this again.

Music is blaring downstairs as an Ed Sheeran song plays. My hands travel further up his back, and I reach his shoulders as I arch my head on his pillow while his mouth devours my neck.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” Domenic murmurs against my skin, and I look up and hold his face in my hands.

Frowning, I ask, “You have?”

His lips are full, as he smiles and admits, “Yes, Chloe, I have.”

“But I’m Chloe Mason. I’m nobody. And you’re the quarterback for Vixen Rapids, who’s dating—”

“Stop,” he growls. “Not tonight. Tonight, I am just yours.”

My words are caught when Domenic kisses me hard, his tongue sliding between my lips as it seeks out mine. He moans when I open my mouth further, allowing him full access. Our tongues meet, and he strokes mine with his. I feel his hardness against my thigh, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. My hands, still on his back, travel lower, and run down the curve of his lower back, then over his toned butt. He pushes into me and rubs his hardness against my pelvis. It feels amazing as he continues to rub against me.

He breaks our kiss and looks down at me, panting. “Do you like that?” I bite down on my bottom lip and nod. “Say it, Chloe. Tell me you love how I feel.”

“I love it,” I reply and moan loudly as he rotates his pelvis against my most sensitive spot. My panties are soaked, and I hope to God I’m not drenching his jeans. He cocks a smile, then lifts onto his knees and reaches behind him, pulling his top over his head.

I place myself on my elbows as my eyes travel over his torso hungrily. His smooth tanned skin revealing muscles I never knew existed on a man. I run my palm over his chest, down the center between his pecs, then trace my fingertips over his muscled abs.

God, is that an eight pack?Sweet Jesus.

I spot the happy trail of hair as Domenic undoes the button of his jeans, revealing black boxers. His hands slide up the sides of my legs, and he lifts my dress higher, leaving me exposed to him. I quiver as his finger slowly slides up the inside of my thigh, and then his palm travels under my panties, cupping my pussy.

“Fuck, Chloe, you’re so wet.”

I mewl and fall back onto the pillow as he massages my clit against his palm. “Does that feel good, baby?”

I can’t respond. I’m too lost with the exquisite feeling. I never knew it could feel like this. If I’d have known, I would have done this sooner.

“Look at me, Chloe.”

My eyes flutter open, not realizing I had shut them. He stops his palm, and I can’t help but respond to his request, so I let out a huff. “Why did you stop?”

“I need you to tell me that this is what you want. Tell me, Chloe, tell me to stop now because I want you, and I’m going to take you unless you tell me no, right here and now. I shouldn’t be doing this, not if you’re tipsy.”

“I’m not drunk, Domenic. I may have had a couple of beers, but I know what I’m doing. I need you, I need us, right here, right now. I want you. I want this,” I say, pleading with him.

Staring into his green eyes, I lick my lips. “I don’t want you to stop, Domenic. Please, I want you,” I declare, making sure he heard me.

He smiles at me wolfishly. “That’s all I need to know.”

CHLOE

Present

“Tell me, Chloe, what happened between you and Domenic, the night of our graduation? I deserve to be told. I deserve to know why you left without a word.”

“Oh, Sophia, if only it were that easy to tell you,” I explain, cupping my coffee in my freezing- cold hands.

“Look at me, Chloe.”

I look up into her eyes, her image blurry with my unshed tears.

“I know you slept with Domenic, Chlo. I’m not that stupid.”

I widen my eyes, shocked, and sit up straighter in my chair. “What? How?”

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