Thankfully, the woman inched back and slowly began to turn around. “Maybe you should have something to drink,” she suggested.
“Good idea.” Hoping to appease the woman in case she decided to climb over the counter to check on her, Chloe poured the rest of the icy drink into a glass and took a much-needed gulp. “All better now.”
With that, the woman gave a satisfied nod, and made her way back to the water. Then suddenly, Jared did something to her body, something that had her senses exploding like a round of C-4. Warm, syrupy liquid dripped over her mons and spread to her labia, her clit, her anus and down her thighs, tingling and tickling all the way to her toes. She’d never felt anything quite so sensual, so decadent.
He began pumping his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing the warm lubricating liquid all over her clit as he coaxed another orgasm. A barrage of sensations overcame her when he pressed his mouth to her heat and feasted on her, lapping up all the sweetness. His soft growls reached her ears as a slow burn worked its way through her body and brought on a shudder. She pulled in a breath and before she knew what was happening, she exploded all over him, again and again. Her sex pulsed and throbbed, and she bucked forward, riding out every orgasmic wave, nurturing each and every pulse in the hopes of prolonging them for an eternity, because Lord knows she’d never had such a powerful earth-shattering orgasm before, and likely never would again.
When her legs finally gave, she dropped to her knees before him. He circled his hands around her body, supporting her against his chest. He purposely positioned his mouth close to her ear and his warm breath brought on a shiver.
“I’ve got you, babe.” It was so strange, but something about the tender way he was holding her, and the soft, affectionate way he was whispering in her ear, really got to her. Down deep, where emotions ruled. Maybe it was the vulnerability she heard in his voice, or maybe it was the profound need. Either way, she suddenly found herself traveling to a place she’d had no intention on going.
Heart thudding, she inched back before she crossed that imaginary line. But as her gaze moved over his face what she saw pulled at her and melted her resolve. “Jared?”
Their eyes met and locked, and the need in the stormy depths of emerald reached out to her, calling to her in ways that rattled her insides and created warmth and comfort around them, like they’d known each other their entire lives. Weird, but she felt the connection in every fiber of her body.
“Jared…” She touched his cheek and answered his call. In the span of a moment she found herself going against her own best interests and opening herself to him as everything inside her beckoned him in return.
“Chloe,” he whispered as his eyes moved to her mouth. He licked his lips and just like that they reached a new level of intimacy, one expressly reserved for long-time lovers. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
She struggled to draw in air, hardly able believe what they’d just done, how amazing he was, how easy it was to be with him and how he had the uncanny ability to draw her in, emotionally—even after lecturing herself on keeping this afternoon affair about sex.
“What was—?” She glanced down and spotted the bottle of warm syrup lying next to him. She arched a brow. “Very creative…” she murmured. “I—” Before she could complete her thought, his lips crashed down on hers and he kissed her, long, hard and deep. She took in his flavor as their tongues danced. His mouth tasted like her and him and sweet sugar all rolled into one. She drew his tongue deeper into her mouth and savored the honeyed combination.
She pressed her hand to his pants and gently squeezed his cock through his jeans. Her fingers moved to his buttons but he closed his palm over hers and stopped any further exploration. She pulled back, confused. As her eyes moved over his face, she tried to gauge his feelings. Was it over? Didn’t he want her to touch him? It suddenly occurred to her just how desperately she wanted to. What was it about him that filled her with such need and got to her in a way no other man ever had?
“I thought—”
He pressed his fingers to her lips and his soft chuckle reverberated through her blood when he whispered, “We’re only getting started, Chloe.” His voice shook and the want in his eyes completely rattled her emotions. “We’re only getting started.”
3
Without his eyes leaving hers, Jared adjusted her sundress and helped her to her feet. This wasn’t the place for what he wanted, no needed, to do to her. As an unexplainable mixture of bizarre and foreign wants overtook him, he stuffed her panties into his pocket and pitched his voice low. “Come on. Let’s get out of here, sweetheart.”
Chloe’s eyes brimmed with desire and she did a quick scan of the bar. “Aren’t you supposed to be working? You can’t just leave.”
He angled his head and took in the soft curve of her lips. Jesus he ached for her to acquaint her mouth with his body. Shaken by the way she made him feel, he cleared his throat. “I’ll take the rest of the day off. Stress leave.”
She gifted him with an amused look. “Stress leave?”
God, that sexy, playful grin on her mouth did the strangest things to his insides. “Yeah, something like that.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his cock.
She shivered and ran her fingers over his growing thickness. “Oh, yes, you do have a lot of stress. We’d better get that taken care of before it leads
