Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One

The night was quiet and heavy, a change was expected tomorrow that would liven things up weather-wise. But, for now, the warm night air was eerily silent as Timothy stretched his legs outside under the moon before heading upstairs. He heard it then, no more than a burble, a swish of water and the hint of a sigh that had him turning rock-hard even before he turned towards the pool.

Surely not?

He heard a wet slap and saw Chloe in the pool, her bare arms pearlescent under the light of the moon, and fantasy collided with reality. And he didn’t care that he’d decided it would be better to take things slow. He didn't even know how he'd managed to stay for days without making love to her. He didn’t care because there was no way he could turn away. Because, he thought, as the top button came undone, and the next followed, this wasn’t taking things too fast or slow. This was about wanting her.

Pure unadulterated need. And it was killing him.

Chloe heard his footsteps before the husky, dee