Page 32 of Tempting My Billionaire Master

“Your body is amazing,” he rasped. “If I could, I would fuck every single inch of you.”

“Show me that perfect ass, Chloe,” Ethan growled as he pulled out of me. I complied without hesitation, turning over on all fours and arching my back, presenting my ass to him. For the first time in my life, I felt absolutely no inhibitions. In his presence, I was fully comfortable in my own body, knowing that he desired me exactly as I was.

Ethan grabbed my ass with a possessive grip and I gasped as he slid into me, burying himself to the hilt with one hard thrust. He reached deeper inside me than ever before, every movement sending shivers through my body.

“You feel so good,” Ethan rasped, his fingertips gently traced the curve of my spine, making me quiver with pleasure. He pulled back slowly only to slam forward again, punching a cry from my lips.

I braced myself against the headboard, pushing back to meet each punishing stroke. The coil of pleasure inside me wound tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.

“Please,” I sobbed. “Let me come!”

Ethan’s hand came down on my rear in a sharp smack. “Not until I say.”

With a sudden flip, he turned me on my back, positioning himself between my legs once more. We locked our eyes on each other as he entered me again. His mouth found mine, and as we kissed passionately, he whispered against my lips, “Now come for me, Chloe,” his voice a low growl. “Come on my cock.”

At his command, my orgasm crashed over me in a blinding wave of ecstasy. I screamed his name, clinging to him as I came and came, floating in a sea of pleasure.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Ethan followed me over the edge, spilling himself inside me. He collapsed on top of me, burying me under his weight, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath.

The weight of his body was a pleasant sensation, anchoring me to the present moment. As I lay there, my arms wrapped around his sweat-slicked body, my thoughts wandered to the practicalities of my imminent departure: the flashlight I had left in the pantry, my shoes that were probably dry by now, and everything else I needed to leave and never return.

Chapter Twelve

Chloe

The damp cold seeped into my bones as I trudged down the dark, winding forest path, my flashlight casting eerie shadows on the trees. My shoes squelched with every step, but this time the discomfort was a welcome distraction from the dull sensation in my chest. I had left Ethan in the bunker, asleep and unaware of my departure. It hurt to leave him like that, but it was better this way. Better for me, at least. Better to walk away now, on my own terms, before he grew tired of me and cast me aside for someone younger, prettier…better.

An animal darted across the beam of my flashlight.

I didn’t even flinch.

Exhaustion had sunk deep into my muscles; all I could feel was the emptiness inside.

After what seemed like hours, I finally emerged onto a paved road. As I crested a hill, the lights of Pinegrove flickered in the distance, a beacon of hope. My eyes scanned the quaint buildings, searching for the public library. The lit windows told me Jess would be there, and she’d let me use the phone to call Damon. He had to have something, some piece of information that could end this.

I entered the town. It was as empty as before, only streetlights glowing in the dark. So quaint and picturesque. What would it be like to grow up and live in a place like this? Maybe I never would have met Ethan—billionaires’ interests didn’t typically intersect with small-town life, after all.

I hurried through the empty streets until I reached the library entrance. Mary’s Smartcar parked outside brought a small smile to my face; the Insomniacs were inside.

The heavy door of the library creaked open, and I stepped inside. Warm air and the familiar scent of aging books enveloped me. In the reading area ahead, I could hear the Insomniacs bickering and laughing, their voices like a comforting melody: Mary, Elisabeth and even grumpy Susan.

They sat at the same table as before, cards in hand, just as I remembered them.

Mary glanced up first, her pink hat askew.

“Ah, our mysterious Chloe returns!” she exclaimed. Elisabeth waved with theatric grace and even Susan cracked a sly half-smile and a nod. “What brings you back to our little gathering?”

“Hello, everyone,” I greeted them warmly. Their presence distracted from the hole in my heart just a little bit, but even this distraction was welcome.

Susan’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked me up and down.

“Chloe, if you’re going to keep traipsing through the woods at night, you really ought to invest in some proper shoes,” she grumbled. Her brow furrowed with concern, but her eyes twinkled.

“Hush, you old gossip!” Elisabeth swatted her arm.

“I’m just giving her some advice,” Susan retorted. “No need to get all huffy about it.”

“So you weren’t trying to provoke Chloe into telling you about her business, were you?” Mary said, putting down her cards.

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