Mind you, my costume was a long-sleeved black shirt, one that was snug but not super tight. A silver skirt, black tights, and the furry ears and tail matched my skirt. It was hardly sleazy or revealing.
When Landon attempted to defend me, I grabbed his forearm and tried to tame his irritation. She wasn’t worth it, and this was not the time or the place.
When she realized that we weren’t going to give her what she was hoping for, she rolled her eyes more at me than at Landon and moved on.
I had never been more thankful than when it was time to close the doors and call it a night.
Upon leaving, I agreed to follow Landon to his place. “You won’t need any clothes.” He pressed me back to my truck, and I could feel him hard against me.
“I will tomorrow for work.” His lips moved over mine, his hands wandering along my hips and finally gripping my ass. “I can’t go to work wearing my cat costume. What will people think?” I felt him smile within our kiss and could almost imagine the thought in his mind. “I’ll just leave a little early so I have time to swing by my place and change.”
“I think it’s probably a good idea that you leave an outfit or two at my place.” My heartbeat felt like it tripled as I tried not to squeal with delight. “So you’re always prepared.”
I nodded, feeling happier than I had all day. The more we become an us, the deeper our relationship grew, the harder it became not to tell him that what I felt was so much more than like. This man made me feel so many things, and I was elated with each one of them.
I was falling hard for Landon Layne, and nothing had ever fell more perfect.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Landon
“It’s after six,” Chloe moaned, completely destroying the stern tone she was shooting for. I kissed along her chest, pausing to nibble and suck before traveling lower. “Landon.” It was nothing more than a needy sigh. Reaching her belly button, I kissed over to her hip and then back toward the center.
Looking up, I found her watching me, and I knew part of her wanted to deny me, only she couldn’t.
Call me a selfish man, but frankly, I didn’t care. Whenever I had her near, I never wanted to let her go. This was one of those desperate times I couldn’t stop myself.
I traced over her pelvis bone with the tip of my tongue, and she parted her legs, and I took full advantage of her movements. She was turned on; there was no denying that. Her scent was intoxicating.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked this just as I moved deeper and sucked on her clit.
Chloe shook her head, gripping the back of my head and holding me in place. It was my go ahead, all the permission I needed.
I loved the way she thrashed when I’d go down on her. The way her thighs would grip me tight and how she would fist my hair. It was a pain I welcomed.
I loved to watch her fall apart; it was a pleasure I took great pride in. I was a man, and I wanted to know I pleased my woman. Chloe made sure I knew that. It was intoxicating.
Moving up her body, it took no effort at all to find my place as my hard cock slid inside of her. Slowly, teasingly, I’d pause and pull back, going a little deeper each time.
She was right, it was after six, but I was a desperate man, and I needed her. “Call in sick.” She looked up at me, her vision hazed with a lustful look. “Spend the day here, in bed with me.” Sliding in deeper, I watched as her eyes rolled back, and her hips lifted, seeking more.
Again I withdrew, and she whimpered.
“One day.” She was a dedicated employee, and I knew this was a decision she didn’t take lightly. Chloe was loyal, and I should have felt like an ass for asking her to abandon her patients and the rest of the staff, only I didn’t. I needed her; I wanted her. They could wait. “I’m asking for one day, just you and me, hidden here.” I pushed inside of her all the way this time, and her back arched. “I think we should hide away and enjoy each other until the sun sets. I might even order takeout and eat in bed.”
Moving my hips a little faster, I felt her growing wetter and more turned on. I knew I had her, and again I should have felt guilty, but I didn’t.
“Call in.”
“Okay.” Knowing I had her all day, just like this, vulnerable, set me into a frenzy. I lifted one of her legs and pushed my hips forward, swiveling, gaining every ounce of depth I could. When she cried out and I felt her body hug me tight, I almost lost it. Chloe was it for me; she was the one I wanted to spend every day and night with, the one I wanted to laugh with, and if I had to feel pain, I wanted her to be the one I could lean on through it all.
I fucking loved her, and soon I would make sure she knew that, too.
***
“Is that you?” I looked back over my shoulder and found her pointing to an old picture of me hung on the wall. Being an only child, my mother was a bit obsessed with hanging my photos all over the place. She never took any down, just kept adding to the mass of photos. From birth up until the one from last week I gave her of Chloe and me at the fire station,
