Page 35 of One Last Chance

She laughs, and I tickle her, so now she’s squirming in my arms. I lift and place her back on the bed and quickly tear the sheet away from her body. I kiss her deeply, loving how her body responds to me. Arching my body above hers, she wraps her legs around my back, and in one swift movement, I sink deep into her wetness while letting out a moan at the pleasure she brings.

I can’t get enough of her.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms, and when I wake, the bed is empty.

Bad memories of the last time this happened hit me full force, and I panic that she’s gone once again. My eyes scan the room, and I let out a steadying breath when I find her clothes are still here, and the sound of the shower from the bathroom lets me know she reallyisstill here with me.

I stand naked and pad my way to the bathroom.

Slowly opening the door, I glance over at the shower, where she’s lathering herself in body wash. My mouth goes dry at the vision of her wearing nothing but white foamy bubbles.

Is it possible to be jealous of body wash? Wishing instead that it was me running my hands over her body.

Today is the day we have the photo shoot. We are going to train beforehand to get our bodies buffed and ready for the photo session. The weights give our muscles the ripple effect and helps to get our bodies in perfect form. When I heard it was Chloe’s company that was coming out to take our pictures forSleek Sports Magazine, I was confused with my feelings and how I reacted.

At first, I was excited knowing that I would get to see her again, but then I got angry that I felt that way. I was supposed to be over her and starting my new life with Cassandra. Yet, the thought of Chloe coming back into my life gave me hope that maybe I could have what I had always wanted. But then it hit me in full force how she left and never returned my calls.

When Coach came into our locker room telling us that we had been chosen for the next sports shoot and explained it was Chloe’s firm, I went crazy, hitting lockers and throwing shit around.

I hadn’t reacted or felt like that since the day she left, and I was mad that she was coming back to play with my life like that. So, when Coach told me, or shall I say ordered me, to meet up with Chloe last night to discuss our differences, I was even angrier. It’s as if I was being forced to spend some time with her alone when I needed to avoid her.

One look, one look was all it took to have my stomach in knots.

When I saw her talking to Sam, jealousy overwhelmed me. I know I had no right to feeling like that, I mean the guy’s married, and I’m in a relationship. Yet, I was acting as if Chloe wasmywomen. I know Sam saw it, that’s why he had that smirk on his face, but after she tried to leave again, I couldn’t handle it. Something switched inside of me, and all thoughts of anything else but her is what consumed me.

I couldn’t let her go back to New York, not without her knowing how much I have missed her and how much I wanted another chance for us.

I know it’s complicated, we have our separate lives, but my God, I need her with me. The way we were last night only proved how perfect we are and how we belong together. This time, I’m not taking no for an answer.

I step into the bathroom naked. My cock hardens at the sight of her. I’m throbbing with the need to be inside her again. Opening the shower door, I catch her off guard, and she jumps when the door creaks.

“Hey, baby,” I say, stepping in closer, allowing the warm shower to pour over my head and body.

Chloe smiles, and her eyes lazily travel the length of my body and back again. She thinks I didn’t notice, but I did. I’m sporting a hard-on that’s touching my navel.

“We can’t be late, Domenic,” she says, her eyelashes covered in droplets of water, making it seem like she has little diamonds on them.

I step closer and wrap my hands around her. “Who said we’re going to be late?”

She giggles, and I kiss her nose.

“Because, baby, I can’t start the morning without having you.”

I cup her face and go to kiss her, but she turns away from me. “Oh, no, you don’t, we don’t have time. I need to get things ready for the shoot. The makeup artist will be at the studio in an hour.”

She finally turns to me and rinses her hair again.

Looking down at her breasts, her pink nipples call to me to touch and kiss. I push her up against the tiled wall, and she gasps when I squeeze her nipples. With my nose touching hers, I place my forehead against hers. “Baby, I’m going to have you. I won’t be able to concentrate if I don’t. Now, be a good girl and stop pretending you don’t want this and wrap your sexy-as-hell legs around my waist.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, and I smash my mouth to hers, unable to wait a minute longer. My hands travel from her breasts to her back, then I slide them over her cute ass. In one swift movement, I lift her by the back of her thighs, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me. I continue to kiss her as I widen my thighs to keep her upright. She moans, and when I leave her lips and kiss her neck, I then bite down on her shoulder. She’s panting, and I know she’s ready for me, so I place my hand between us and feel her slick with need. When I run my fingers through her folds, I pull back and look down at her beautiful face.

“We might not have much time, but your body wants me. That I am sure of.”

Chloe groans and kisses me hard, and I feel her rubbing herself against my hardened cock. Not being able to wait any longer, I thrust deep inside of her, and she cries out, her hands cradling my neck as I lay my head on her chest, kissing her skin. I pull out slowly, allowing only the head inside and then slam into her again. Her pleasure is music to my ears, encouraging me to continue. I want to give her what she needs, but I also want to prolong the pleasure. She feels too good to have it end too soon.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and nibble on it lightly as I pick up the pace a little and piston my hips into her.

The shower is fogged up with our heavy breathing as she tilts her head, allowing the water to cascade between us. Her body is flush with desire, and I look down between us, enjoying the vision of us connecting.

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