Chloe's POV.Slowly I stretched out my right leg, left knee still bent, Hardin using the freedom I willingly gave him to slip a single finger lengthwise between my outer lips. My mouth snapped open, my deep breathing picking up speed while he continued to kiss my neck, his hand never moving.I could feel his finger pressed between my outer lips, pressed firmly along the shaft of my clit, the tip of his finger barely brushing against the edge of my vulva and perineum, his palm cupping and squeezing my mound while never moving his finger. I rocked my hips slightly, my wet heat coating his finger, my lubrication spilling from my body to coat his palm, his length gliding against my lower back.Minutes passed by with only the sound of my deep breathing and soft moaning, our hips moving slightly, his length gliding against my skin, his palm pressing and gliding against my mound without his finger ever delving deeper.Finally without wasting any more second, I took a deep breath and rotated
Chloe's POV. I gently stirred awake from my deep sleep, although my eyes were still clouded with deep waves of sleep, but I was so thirsty. I needed to take water, or juice, or literally anything that'll keep me hydrated. Hardin's arms were wrapped securely around me, slowly, I managed to untangle myself from his grip and strolled out of the room, and headed towards the kitchen. Since it was middle of the night, I didn't bother switching on the light, instead I just headed straight to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and went back to stand by the counter and gulped down the water till I was satisfied and almost out of breath. I leaned over the counter, trying to catch my breath. Almost immediately, I felt a presence behind me. I didn't need to turn around before knowing who it was. "You were deep asleep when I left the room, how are you here?" I snapped. I heard him chuckle, leaning closer toward me, grabbing my waist. "I do have those thoughts too, I feel the guil
Chloe's POV.Just as he was beginning to spasm and close to cum, he suddenly pulled out of me, his gaze on me, now fierce and hot."Get rid of the remnant of clothes on your body." This time, he sounded more authoritative, and I knew he was in his fierce mood.I slowly peeled off the buttons of the shirt and ripped it off my body. my face burning with excitement for what is coming.Hardin watched with predatory eyes, his still hard cock bobbing in front of him. I was standing before him, completely naked."Goddamn, I've got to say this every second, you are perfection at it's peak, princess." he whistled, eyes roaming over my exposed body. "Now turn around. Let me see that ass."I rotated slowly, showing him my backside, my tits swinging with the movement."Fuck yeah, Bend over and show me what I own." I slowly bent at the waist, placing my hands on the counter again, presenting my ass to him like a bitch in heat."Nah, against the wall. Hands up high where I can see them."I shuff
Chloe's POV.I watched as Hardin drove out of my house, although his scent and the memories of everything everything we've done together lingered on my head.I stood at the door for a minute longer after he left, arms folded over my chest as I leaned against it, smiling like a fool. The weekend had been… magical. No, scratch that... it had been dangerous, sinful, addictive. We had fallen deep, deeper than I thought was even possible.And now, it was Monday morning. And reality came knocking like a doorbell. I needed to get back to work.With a small sigh, I turned away from the door and dragged my weekend bag across the living room toward the bedroom. The entire space emitted a deceptive calmness. As if the storm brewing in my chest didn’t exist.I opened my bag and began unpacking. My clothes still smelled like Hardin’s cologne... masculine, spicy. I paused mid fold, pressing one of my dresses against my face, breathing him in like some sort of addict. God, what was wrong with me?
Chloe's POV.I had just come out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my damp body, when I heard the doorbell ring. My first thought was that Hayes might’ve come back again. I nearly rolled my eyes at the thought. But when I peeked through the peephole, my heart stuttered.Hardin.He leaned lazily against the frame, dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. His hair was styled just the right amount of messy, and those annoyingly irresistible dimples appeared the moment he noticed the door creak open.“Well, well,” he drawled, “Look who smells like lavender and temptation.”I couldn't even pretend to smile. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.“Hey,” I mumbled.He stepped in, and the second the door closed behind him, his hand came to my waist, fingers teasing the edge of the towel.“I thought I’d stop by and get a kiss or five,” he said, leaning in as though to steal one already. But I pulled away slightly, moving to the side and crossing my arms. His eyes narrowed the tin
Chloe's POV.The movie was in full swing now, grazing soft flickers of warm light through the windshield, and the occasional breeze would blow at us through the small unwinded part of the window. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt sacred. Even the other cars around us seemed to have faded into a blur, as though we were the only ones in this entire lot.I nestled deeper into Hardin’s side, his arm resting securely around my shoulders, his thumb occasionally brushing the top of my arm like it had a mind of its own.On the screen, the lead couple stood beneath the rain, drenched, arguing about something deeply emotional and silly all at once... until he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kind of kiss that steals the breath from your chest, not just because it was passionate, but because you could see their entire story behind it.I exhaled slowly.Hardin must’ve felt me tense because his voice came low and soft beside my ear. “What are you thinking?”I bit my lip, not wanting to
Chloe's POV."Well, isn't this quite a better cinema?" He winked.I felt him pull his fingers out of me and he crawled up on top of me and reclaimed sucking my nipple. His mouth felt so good but I had other plans for the moment.I sat up, took his shirt off and gently pushed him back making him lie down. "Allow me give you a good time too," it was my turn to wink back at him.I pulled his jogger down and off. Straddling one of his legs I took his swollen cock in my hand and began to stroke it. It was pretty thick at this point, definitely a handful for me. Softly at first and then I tightened my grip. When I saw a drop of pre-cum form, I leaned down and licked it up with the tip of my tongue. "Fuck Chloe, your mouth is fucking magic."I heard him moan as I put my lips around the head of his dick. I moved my hand down and fondled his balls as I slid my mouth all the way down the shaft to the base. I felt the tight flesh glide over my tongue and press into the back of my throat while h
Chloe's POV.A loud sigh escaped my lips immediately I dropped the hairdryer, after what felt like an eternity of blowdrying, I stood still, gazing at my reflection in the full length mirror. My hands smoothed down the sides of the dress that clung to my body like it had been made just for me. A deep emerald green gown, silk and delicate, the fabric whispering over my skin with every slight movement. It hugged my waist, dipped respectfully at my cleavage, and cascaded like liquid over my hips.I couldn't help but smile.This wasn’t just any dress.It was the one Hardin had bought me."I want you to feel me close to you... even if you're with him," he'd murmured against my ear the night he gifted it to me, his voice a low rumble that still sent shivers down my spine.He had pulled it out of a black velvet box with the wildest smirk, his eyes shining with pride and possession.And now, here I was, wrapped in his choice, feeling beautiful, wanted, and heartbreakingly... his.I twirled s
Chloe's POV. The moment I stepped out of the elevator and into the wide, glass paneled lobby of Hayes’s firm, I felt like I was trespassing on a dangerous ground.I continued to feverishly put one feet after another, my footsteps thumping in sync with the unease curling in my stomach. I hadn't seen Hayes in days. Not since... the party. Not since the bathroom. Not since he found out. My heart clenched at the thought.The receptionist looked up with a warm smile that faltered the second she recognized me.“Um... Miss Chloe. I’m not sure if Mr. Hayes is available”“Please.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quickly. “Just let him know I’m here. I won’t stay long. I promise.”She hesitated, clearly torn between professional courtesy and the pitiful look on my face. Eventually, she picked up the phone and dialed.A moment passed. Then two.Finally, she looked up at me with an apologetic glance. “He said… he’s busy.”“I’ll wait,” I said stubbornly and sat on the plush leather couc
Hayes's POV.I slowly opened my eyes trying to take in the environment but it posed a big threat, my eyelids were heavy and my head too.I squeezed my eyes back shut and relaxed, I didn't care about my environment anymore, it felt safe and conducive, not even the problems I was dealing with popped up in my head, I felt at peace.I suddenly felt a presence beside me, I assumed it was Chloe, she stirred and laid her head on my chest, snuggling deeper into me, and in turn, I wrapped my arms around her, in the process, I inhaled the scent of her hair and it sent an unexplainable calmness down my spine.It suddenly occurred to me that this is in no way Chloe's scent. And Chloe and I aren't even in a good place right now for her to be sleeping beside me. My nose suddenly caught her scent again, this time, my eyes popped open in shock.And to more shock, it was an unknown lady lying on my chest, looking closely, I suddenly realized that it was the lady from the club last night.What is she
Hayes's POV.I dragged my feet frustratedly into the club and went straight to the bar section."A shot please," I said to the waiter.This will make it the second time that I will be in a buzzing underground club ready to soak myself with some really hot liquor, all for the sake of heartbreak.When am I ever going to learn huh?First it was Elisha, and now Chloe. What exactly have I done to deserve this? Have I not been loving enough? Is there something that I am not doing right? It hurts because I truly loved Chloe more than I have ever loved another woman. She really held a place in my heart. Why did she have to hurt me like this when all I have ever done was to love her unconditionally. It hurts more because despite how hard I was trying to shut her out, somehow, I just couldn't and it was infuriating the hell out of me.I should hate her, I should shut her out and cast her away from my life for hurting me so bad, but somehow, all I could think of was her wellbeing, I couldn't s
Chloe's POV. I didn’t want Hardin to drive me home.I couldn’t look at him, not right now. Not after everything that had just unraveled like a cruel twist of fate in front of Hayes... his eyes, his trembling voice, his heartbreak. all because of me. I had caused it. I had made this mess.So I stood stubbornly by the curb, trembling, refusing Hardin’s extended hand and barely meeting his eyes when he called my name with that low, frustrated murmur.“Chloe, let me at least make sure you get home safe.”I shook my head furiously. “No. Just… just go, Hardin.”He exhaled, jaw clenched, torn between anger and concern. His eyes lingered on me for a beat too long. searching, but I couldn’t let him find anything. Not now.The taxi pulled up, and I got in without another word, slamming the door shut behind me like I was sealing off every horrible choice I’d made tonight.The ride was quiet, filled only with the noises from the street as we drove by. I sat with my head leaning against the cool
Chloe's POV. My lipstick was smudged, my breath still uneven as I leaned over the sink, trying to steady myself. The mirror was an unkind witness. My cheeks flushed, mascara slightly smudged at the corners, lips red and swollen. I looked like every dirty thought I ever denied having.Behind me, Hardin buttoned his shirt slowly, each motion dragging across my nerves. His eyes lingered on me through the mirror. That damned smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth again, smug and amused.“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and still laced with satisfaction. He came up behind me, placing both hands on my hips, pressing a kiss just under my ear.I nodded too quickly, still caught in the haze. “Yeah. I… I just need a second.”A second to pretend none of it happened.A second to forget that I had just betrayed someone who loved me enough to make me his girlfriend, Someone who... God help me... was standing outside this building somewhere, waiting for me with that soft smile of his and the ho
Chloe's POV.Nodding, I did my best to scoot around him, and him around me. It was already a tight fit in the restroom, and being in heels and having a pair of panties stretched around my legs didn't help. But soon we had managed to switch. Hardin sat down over the neatly covered toilet sink, while I stood in front of him facing the door. Bending over, I shimmied out of my red panties so I could spread my legs wider before bending back towards him.I felt his fingers quickly probe my sopping wetness, rubbing frantically.Then his fingers left me, and the empty feeling returned. But almost immediately I felt a hand at my hip guiding me down slowly, slowly, until I felt the wet tip of his cock pressing against my pussy.Reaching my arms out I pressed against the walls of the bathroom, as I lowered myself onto his cock. Pleasure welled up inside me as my body slowly gave in to the invading hardness. Biting my upper lip, I looked up at the ceiling before closing my eyes, slowly lowering m
Chloe's POV.Just as I felt him beginning to get hard again in my mouth, he quickly pulled out, helping me to my feet and turned me around, he pushed me forward so I had to grip the lid of the toilet tank to keep my balance. Without a word, I spread my legs, black heels firmly on the ground. Reaching down, Hardin lifted my dress all the way to my waist, to display a set of frilly red panties. They weren't thongs, but they left most of my round ass on display.Leaning down, he kissed my firm globes as he lowered my panties to my knees, stretching them between my legs. Kissing his way inward, he reached my bare pussy lips, pulling on them with his own lips. I couldn't hold back my moan, loud enough to be heard from outside and in response Hardin squeezed my ass, reminding me to be quiet.Turning his head slightly, he ran his tongue up and down my slit, tasting my growing arousal as it began to coat the tip of his tongue. My knees buckled, making me bounce slightly as he ran his tongue
Chloe's POV. It was only a split second before his zip was flying open and his cock, out to my hungry eyes.It's thickness glorious, with a bulbous head that's now completely exposed, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a glistening purple black helmet. "Can't take your eyes off it, huh?" His voice snapped me out of my chain of admiration, and I chuckled nervously. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, not painfully, but firmly enough to make it clear who's in control. From this position, his cock looks even more bigger... a veiny, pulsing tower of flesh pointing directly at my face. The scent was overwhelming, the pisshole at the tip dilates slightly as another bead of precum forms, this one thicker.His cock twitched right in front of my face, and another glob of precum oozed out, hanging in a sticky strand from the tip."Someone might walk in, Hardin." I mumbled in a really low tone, my hands resting limply on my thighs. "Well, you have to admit that makes i
Chloe's POV.I should have known better than to think I could survive the night without slipping.Hayes had been glued to my side since the moment we arrived, his hand permanently stamped to the small of my back like a branded claim. His touch made my skin crawl, not from nerves, but discomfort. I tried to mask it with smiles, polite nods, meaningless chatter with the crowd. I even entertained a few harmless flirtations from other men, if only for a little breathing room.But Hardin… God, Hardin had different plans.Since after the little moment Hardin and I shared dancing, Every time I caught a glimpse of him across the room, he wasn’t just watching me... he was devouring me with those stormy eyes. His gaze made my skin burn hotter than the champagne slipping down my throat.I lost track of how many times I swallowed the lump in my throat, pretending not to notice him.Pretending I wasn’t thinking about the dance we shared earlier.Pretending my body wasn’t already aching.At some po