Page 73 of Dream Girl Drama

Sex with Chloe... Jesus, he didn’t have the words for how fucking hot it had been. Hell, he’d known they were going to be compatible. That their chemistry was fire. It had been since day one. But she’d blown his goddamn mind tonight. Obliterated his expectations... and ruined him forever. All orgasms were not created equal—and he could attest to that now. The one he’d had inside of Chloe had been so painfully thorough and intense, his lower back and abs were still tingling and sore.

“Did I hear Pierre barking?” she murmured, blissfully unaware that he was obsessing over the smooth, wet clutch of her pussy.

“Oh. Yeah.” He cleared the gravel from his voice. “At the room service guy.”

“There’s food?” She sat straight up, tits swayinggorgeously.

Maybe they never had to leave this hotel room. Maybe they could live here forever and pretend the bullshit outside this room didn’t exist.

Instead of making that fanciful suggestion, he said, “There’s a surprise, too.”

Chloe paused in the act of scooting to the edge of the bed. “Better than food?”

“Depends on how you look at it, I guess.” He searched the floor for his shirt, hunkered down, and picked it up, before making his way over to Chloe, barely quelling the urge to drag her back down onto the mattress and kiss that beautiful mouth, get between her legs. “Here, you can wear this.” They maintained eye contact while she stuck her arms through the holes, Sig slowly engaging the buttons of the garment, pausing every so often to stroke his knuckles down her cheek. “So, it turns out, you’re an animal in bed, Chlo.”

Her jaw dropped on a startled laugh. “Is that a complaint?”

“A complaint? I came so hard, I’m temporarily blind in my left eye.”

“Stop it,” she gasped. “Wait, really?”

He reached out and felt her features with his fingertips. “Chloe, is that you?”

Sides shaking with amusement, she pressed against him, going up on her toes and nuzzling the crook of his neck, which had to be the best feeling in the world. “You were perfect,” she whispered beneath his ear. “The way you can be so rough while still thinking of me the whole time... it’s very you. I’d expect nothing less.” She trailed her fingertips down his pecs. “And for the record, I’ve never been like that before. I trust you. That’s the difference.” She kissed his shoulder. “You’re my Sig.”

“I need to do it again,” he said hoarsely, attempting to back Chloe toward the bed, already hating himself for buttoning her into his shirt. What the hell had he been thinking? “Need you again.”

“I need you again, too.” Though her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated, she wiggled out of his grip and gave him a playful look over her shoulder on her way into the living area. “Afterfood and my surprise.”

They made quick work of the burgers, splitting an order of fries. Washing everything down with drinks while laughing at Pierre’s exploration of the suite. The damn dog sniffed every inch of the carpet and plopped his butt down in various spots to leave his mark. The hotel would definitely be charging his credit card for the violation, but Sig couldn’t have cared less. Not with Chloe sitting in his lap, feeding him french fries with the perfect amount of ketchup, as if she’d studied his habits.

There was a shroud of doom hanging in the air above their heads, but they were ignoring it. Smiling through the worry. Pretending tomorrow was a year away, instead of mere hours. For Sig’s part, he knew exactly what he needed to do. Chloe was worth the sacrifices he was prepared to make, so he’d make them with a smile on his face.

“Is that my surprise?” Chloe asked, pointing at the brown paper bag.

“Yup. Open it.”

He groaned as she leaned forward in his lap to retrieve the bag, that tush pressing down in just the right spot.Fuck.Fingers digging into the arm of the chair, he watched her open the top of the bag and peer inside, grinning when she started to laugh.

“A shaving kit!” She twisted around, oblivious to the stiff dick syndrome she was causing. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did.”

“You’re going to shave for me?Now?”

Her excitement made him lighter than air. “That was the deal, right?”

“Yes!” She hopped off his lap and dashed for the bathroom.“It’s a good thing you didn’t let me open the bag before we ate, because our food would have gone cold.”

Sig pushed out of the chair and adjusted himself with a wince, before following in her wake. “What is it about this everyday ritual that has you so excited?”

“I don’t know.” When he entered the bathroom, he found the shaving cream and razor laid out neatly on the sink, Chloe sitting on the opposite side of the vanity, those graceful, bare legs swinging back and forth. Lord. With messy hair and smeared eye makeup, wearing his shirt... she stole his fucking breath. “I always wonder why you shave when so many guys on the team have beards. But it makes so much sense for you. You like tidy. You have your personal traditions, and you don’t deviate from them. When your mind is made up over something, you never change it.” There was a hint of something dark he couldn’t name in her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. “You aren’t the type to wake up one morning and decide to grow a beard. And I guess... I don’t know. I guess I want to watch you shave because it’s part of your daily routine. Your dependability is one of my favorite things about you and I want to watch you... be you. In the quiet moments, too.”

“The same way I wanted to watch you pick out an outfit.”

“Yes.”

“What other routines of mine are you interested in?”

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