Page 11 of The Prince's Green Card Scheme

“Want to skip the bar?” I whisper.

She nods hard. “Yes, yes.”

I punch the button for my floor, and the elevator gets us there in no time. I take her hand and, giggling like schoolchildren, we almost skip along to my room. I fumble with the key card, and the second we cross the threshold, Chloe spins me around and pins me against the door, kissing me hard.

I guess she knows what she wants.

Luckily for her, I want her too. I want her more badly than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

My hands come to her hips, feeling her body beneath her clothes. “Chloe, I need you,” I growl.

“Then have me,” she whispers, reaching up to start unbuttoning her blouse. I push her hands away to do it for her.

We stumble back towards the bed, our hands twining as we fumble with each other’s clothes, tearing buttons and zippers, and when we hit the bed, we tumble backwards, half-undressed and giggling.

Chloe rolls on top of me and leans in to kiss my face, my neck, my chest. She undoes the last few buttons on my shirt and throws it to the ground, and all I can do is cling to her as my desire builds. I’m glad the room was cool when we came in because I’m on fire now. My skin is burning with every touch, myblood pulsing through my veins like my heart is trying to burst out of my chest.

I can only hope she feels the same.

She looks down at me through her long, dark eyelashes, her eyes deep and enticing. “Let me make you feel good,” she says breathlessly.

“Please,” I gasp, my hand coming to her head to stroke her hair and brush it out of her face, then I slide it down to feel the curve of her cheek beneath my palm.

She shuffles down my body, tracing the outlines of my muscles with her mouth, then she settles between my legs, and her lips wrapping around me are so perfect that I could almost black out.

“Chloe… I’m going to…” I manage to get out before my hips buck and I come almost embarrassingly quickly.

She sits up on her heels with a grin. “I’ve still got it, then?”

I grab her wrists and tug her down on top of me. She lets out a little yelp as she loses her balance, but doesn’t complain as we collide in another kiss. Her lips are salty and damp, and my head spins with the lust bubbling inside me. “Yes,” I growl in her ear. “You’re too good at that.”

The second I regain enough control of my limbs to move, I reach out to her wetness and grin as she writhes on top of me. I slip my fingers inside her and hold her tight as I find her clit and start building her own climax. Her fingernails dig into my skin, and I know I’m going to have marks later, but I don’t care.

Only one thing is important right now, and that’s making Chloe see more stars than she ever has before.

When she comes, she cries out, the sound like music to my ears, and her whole body trembles. She shakes through her aftershocks, then starts giggling, which makes me start giggling. Unsteadily, she pushes herself back upright, then flashes me a hungry grin, noticing my length hardening again. “Do you have condoms?”

“Yeah, hang on,” I say, scrambling to the bathroom to grab the box I bought earlier that day. I stumble back to Chloe, and together, like we’re dancing, we arrange ourselves on the bed, Chloe straddling my waist, and my hands reaching out for her like I’m trying to hold on to smoke.

She rolls the condom over my hardness and wastes no more time. She sinks down onto me, and I don’t hold back my moan of bliss. Her hips start to move, and together we cry out, our bodies creating a harmony that sounds like a revelation to me.

This is sex like it’smeantto feel.

This is two people, connecting on the most intimate level, giving themselves to each other, trusting the other to undo them completely and not let go of any of the pieces. This is two people who aren’t afraid to let it be fun.

And it is fun.

By the time we’re finally wrung out, my chest hurts from laughing and my brain is the most contentedly fuzzy it’s been without an excess of drink in a long time. No one has made me laugh like this in years.

“Stay tonight,” I whisper as we lie together in our afterglow.

“Okay,” she whispers back, and the word is like magic to me. There’s nothing I would have liked to hear her say more.

CHAPTER 6

CHLOE

When I open my eyes, Paolo is still there, chest pressed into my back, his strong arms looped around my body. I can barely believe it.

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