Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“It totally could end there. There’s no reason we have to do anything. Why can’t we have a little fun as adults? I’m not a teenager anymore, Evan. So why are you still policing things so damn hard?”
I was damn hard, all right. She had no idea the thoughts running through my mind right now—and most nights lately. How I wished I could lift her up, carry her to my room, and show her just how little I cared about policing things. I’d bury my face in those beautiful tits and…
Focus.
I shook my head. “Why am I policing things? Because we’re not two strangers, Chloe. We have a lot of fucking history. It’s not like you’re someone I met on an app or in a bar.”
“No, those are the women who get to have fun with you, and I’m some girl you keep in the corner like I’m still twelve.”
“You think I still see you as a girl? You know that’s not the case. You’ve caught me staring at you. I know you have, because you egg me on, then wait for it.” I gritted my teeth. “And I fucking love it. I live for it. I wish I didn’t. You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, and you know the power you hold.”
Chloe’s cheeks reddened. Then she took a step closer and whispered, “Well, like I said in my text, if you ever want to see them, all you have to do is ask.”
Now I was sweating again, except this time I reached for a dish towel instead of yellow underwear to wipe my forehead. And Chloe fucking walked away. She must’ve been waiting for the exact moment I was about to lose it before deeming our conversation finished.
But then she looked over her shoulder. “Effie is still in the shower. Can’t you hear the water? We’re alone. Do you want to see them really quick?”
Is she out of her mind? She wanted to fucking show me her tits right now? What would that accomplish besides driving me absolutely mad and leaving me with a perpetual hard-on all night? So I gave her the only logical answer.
“Yes, please…” I swallowed, my voice throaty and desperate.
Chloe walked back toward me, stopping a couple of inches away. My dick rose to attention, though she hadn’t even moved. I wondered for a moment whether this was a trick, whether she was just pushing the limits to see how weak I was. The answer to that, of course, was very damn weak. But then she slowly lifted her shirt, and I lost the ability to think. She hadn’t been wearing a bra under her T-shirt, but because the material was thick, this time I hadn’t noticed. Now her beautiful, perfect, round, milky breasts hung freely in front of me. Her mauve nipples taunted me as they pebbled in the cool air. My eyes worked overtime to soak in every last inch, every last curve, wanting to burn the image of her into my brain for fear I’d never get this opportunity again.
“Christ, they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” I could’ve sworn drool dribbled down my chin.
“Do you want to touch them?” she whispered.
My mouth watered. I wanted to do much more than touch them. I wanted to lick them, suck them, and fuck them. The word yes had nearly rolled off my tongue…when I heard the shower shut off.
“Fuck.” I ran a hand through my hair, stepping back.
Chloe jumped and quickly pulled her shirt over her chest.
What the hell had I been thinking anyway, playing touch the ta-tas when she and I had only a matter of minutes alone? What the fuck was I, fifteen?
“I’d better go.” Chloe flashed a mischievous smile before she turned and headed to her room.
I leaned against the counter, trying to tame my dick.
Thankfully, I’d managed to handle it right before my daughter reappeared.
“Daddy, are you okay?”
I leaned against the counter. “Sure, yeah, why?”
“You look weird.”
“No. No. I’m good.” I feigned a smile. “Great, even…”
“Okay.” My ever-perceptive daughter stared at me for a few seconds before she added, “Thanks again for taking me shopping today.”
“Anytime, baby. I’m glad you got what you needed.”
Unfortunately, I hadn’t gotten what I needed. Nowhere near it.
Effie gave me a hug before she disappeared to her room.
A minute later, I was about to get in the shower when Chloe appeared in her robe.
“Are you gonna shower, or should I?” I asked her.
“I just finished,” she said, tilting her head. “Can’t you tell? My hair is wrapped in a towel.”
My head wasn’t in the right place to connect any dots right now. Mentally, I was still burying my face in her tits.
I cleared my throat. “I didn’t hear you in there. I’m gonna go now.”
She squinted with a smirk. “You look a little flushed. Are you all right?”
I gritted my teeth. “I get it now.”