Page 18 of One Last Chance

I love how he makes me feel.

Pulling the dress over my hips and down my legs, he discards it to the floor then leans over me, licking my right nipple and then taking it whole into his mouth, sucking. Needing more, I wrap my legs around him and raise my pelvis to meet his cock. He slides through my wet folds and continues to give my breasts attention. It’s as though he’s turned on a light switch because a whole new sense of need builds inside me, and I find myself rubbing against him too. His mouth switches to my other breast where he continues the same torture.

“Are you on the pill, Chloe?”

The pill? Shit, I forgot all about safe sex. Geez, Chloe.

“I’m on that needle thing, I get it every month.”

“Thank Christ.” His hands travel under my thighs, and he lifts my pelvis to meet his long, hard thrust. I cry out as pain rips through me. His mouth smashes down onto mine, taking ownership of my lips, the same way his cock is owning me. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I hold my breath, trying to concentrate on anything other than the pain.

“Stay with me, Chloe. Feel me… feel all of me,” he says as he continues to thrust in and out of me, slowly, gently.

The pain is soon replaced by pleasure, and I moan when he stops and rotates his hips.

“Tell me you love this, Chloe. Like I fucking love it.”

“I love it,” I scream. Leaning up to kiss him firmly, I suck on his bottom lip as he thrusts harder and faster. I feel a burn at the pit of my stomach again, needing another release.

Fuck, is this what it’s like for everyone?

Running my hands down his back, I cup his stone-hard butt. I follow his movements pushing in and out, wanting more. He stops for a second, his hard-rigid cock still inside of me. “You, okay, beautiful?”

I bite down on my bottom lip and nod, not able to use my words.

Domenic’s hand comes up to my collarbone, then slides down my chest between my breasts. His thumb moves to my clit where he puts pressure, and it’s nearly my undoing.

“I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to make this moment last,” he declares, and I run my hand through his hair and slowly bring his lips down to mine, gently kissing him. His hands cup the back of my head as he begins to rock back and forth again.

Getting lost in the rhythm of making love, I can’t help but whisper, “I love you, Domenic.”

Tears burn behind my eyes when he stops and gazes down at me, saying, “I think I’ve always loved you, Chloe.”

And just like that, my heart opens to him even more.

His hungry mouth devours my breast as he grips it in one hand and nips and sucks. I cry out as pleasure takes hold of me, and I come.

I come so hard, I scream out his name.

CHLOE

Present

Hailing a cab, I ask the driver to take me to Vixen Rapids Football Club. Big mistake for mentioning the club. The taxi driver doesn’t stop with questions about the game. What is it with the drivers here in Vixen Falls? Or maybe it’s me. When we arrive, I grab my briefcase and camera, then pay him.

Looking down at what I’m wearing, I think I should have worn something more casual. I’m dressed in a short, black skirt that’s high on my waist with a white shirt tucked into it. I am wearing a red cashmere three-quarter jacket because, as per usual, it’s freezing out here. My hair is down, and I love the new highlights Megan’s put through. She’s even cut layers, so somehow my hair now seems fuller. I have applied makeup, not too much but enough, and am wearing my black heels.

Now, thinking back, maybe jeans and a sweater were the way to go.

Stop it, Chloe. You’re a professional. You can do this. No time for regrets now.

With my decision made, I stand tall and make my way through to the club.

I open the door and look around. It’s modern and not at all what I had imagined.

A lady at the reception desk asks, “May I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Chloe Mason. I’m meeting with Tom from Sleek—”

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