All Chapters of HER EVERY FANTASY : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Timothy's eyes narrowed, and she knew that he didn't believe her. "I mean... Before you came to sit here with me" he explained. "So how many drinks have you had in total this evening" Chloe rested her elbow on the counter and rested her chin in her open palm. She appeared to give his question some serious thought, before she said, "I had like... Three... When I was seated over there. So I guess it's five if we are going to count these ones I had here" She gave him a quizzical look, before she added, "Why do you ask?" Timothy almost laughed at the expression on her face. She was so beautiful.. And she looked so innocent, he thought. Innocent.... And vulnerable. He took a sip from his glass, and then let his gaze sweep over her pretty face, and then over her body. It was at this moment that he noticed her clothes. She was dressed in a pair of bum shorts and a large t-shirt that almost covered up the shorts. She wore black heeled boots to match her outfit and clutched a small bag whic

'Then why didn't you reject my pitch and ask me to leave" Chloe asked, not caring any more about the consequences of bringing up the past. "You could have picked another Ad agency if you hated me so much. Why didn't you?" "Because that's not the point, and I don't hate you Chloe. I'm a business man and if I see something good for my company, I go after it. I don't mix personal issues with business. So accepting your pitch had nothing to do with any personal issue. Maybe you feel the way you feel because deep down, you know what you did and you're just feeling guilty" Irritation snapped Chloe's spine straight. She had heard enough, and she desperately had to leave now else she would give him a piece of her mind. The nerve of the man! After all these years, he had refused to understand her and continued to blame her. He had refused to see things from her perspective. He had indeed changed... Now he was selfish and arrogant and she wasn't sure if she could stand it. "Well that's good

"I don't want to talk" he said. "At least not about this. Not tonight. It changes nothing to talk about the past, but I'll tell you what I want to do tonight, Chloe. I want to kiss you... So fucking hard... and then I want to take you home with me. I want to spread you out on my living room floor and I want to get a taste of your pussy. I want to feel your tightness around my fingers as you cum on my tongue. That's what I want, Chloe. There's no chance of that happening and that's okay, but let's not talk about anything else and let me just take you home." Her jaw dropped. "Tim...!" she gasped. She had wanted him to say something, but she wasn't expecting that kind of raw honesty. Her heart kicked at the fact that they were talking, really talking about the stuff they were supposed to be skirting around. The growled, hot words filled with deep censure robbed her of speech, shamed her and turned her on in equal measures. His thumb moved from her chin, drifted at leisure over her lowe

His hand curved around her bottom and she tilted her hips up to rub against the rod in his pants and he felt a little lightheaded, probably because every drop of blood was heading south. He reluctantly released her lips and his eyes locked squarely on hers, he lifted his hands and cupped her nape. Slowly his right thumb drifted over her lips, as if memorizing their texture. "Damm. I have been wanting to do this for a while now" he breathed, almost to himself. And the depth of feeling in his voice made Chloe's heart twist for a completely different reason. Dangerous reasons. "Timothy…" she began. "Shh. No talking. Just…" He said and his lips brushed, butterfly soft and fleeting, over hers. A shiver cascaded through her, vibrating every cell in her body and sparking it to life. She gave the tiniest moan and Timothy lifted his head. His eyes were hotter, his breathing a touch harsher as he stared at her. Then, as if the feast was too much, he slanted his lips over hers again. Fever

"I'm ready whenever Bryce Collins is ready“ he said "Timothy..." Chloe began. "I have to go," he said before she could finish speaking. And then, just as he’d done the day she told him she was leaving years ago, he calmly walked out of the living room, the deafening silence left by his departure confirming what she already knew. They had crossed a line and she was forced to face the fact that the dream she was secretly chasing would never come true. That Timothy Kavell-Packard would never belong to her again. That walking away instead of clinging to false hope had been the right thing to do then, and probably was now. That really, when it came down to it, he didn’t want or need her.... With a thick swallow, she crossed the living room to retrieve her clutch from the floor where she had dropped it. She paused for a beat, toying with the idea of calling him to confront him, then dismissed it. The best way to tackle an intransigent Timothy was to let him cool off. But if nothing else