Semua Bab One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Bab 291 - Bab 300

With the angle of her body, his penetration was deep and Chloe bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out. Her hands reached out for the sheets and she fisted the one-thousand-thread count Egyptian cotton until her knuckles went white. Declan’s hand smoothed over every inch of her skin from her hip to her mouth and he used his thumb to pull her lip from between her teeth. She opened her eyes to look up at him and then down to where they were so intimately joined. He rocked into her gently and she clamped her jaw shut as her eyes closed tight. She knew she could be loud during sex; some men thought she was too loud. She had already screamed once when he made her come earlier, but she didn’t want him to think she was a screaming banshee. “Don’t hold back from me,” he said and her eyes popped open again. “I want to hear everything. I own every little moan and cry and I want to hear them.” He slid out of her and then in again with a long, slow glide. She moaned, not abl

The warmth of the body snugged up behind her and the heavy arm that rested over her hip was her first clue that she wasn’t waking up to a normal day. Justin never slept this close to her. After sex, he would roll over to his side of the bed and snore his way through the night without so much as a good night kiss. The other clue was the size of this man’s morning woody. Much bigger than Justin’s. Chloe smiled a secret smile. Not just bigger but infinitely more talented too. As comfortable as she was and as nice as it was to snuggle with the man who had rocked her world, she was desperate to pee. Plus, she had to leave before he woke up. If she knew one thing, it was that one-night stands had to end before the sun rose or it became awkward. Chloe was sensible enough to understand that last night, as spectacular as it was, was not the beginning of anything. She had sought comfort in the arms of a willing man to get over her breakup and he… well, Declan was a player and if it hadn’t

gorgeous,” Chloe said poking her head around the corner of the door into the small private room. “Chloe!” The little girl in the bed cried. Chloe walked into the room and straight over to the bed to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “How've you been, chicken?” she asked. The little girl shrugged. “Okay, I guess. The doctors still won't let me go home.” Chloe looked down at her and tried really hard not to let the pity or sadness show on her face. Caitlyn was twelve years old and had been diagnosed with cancer six months previously. Chloe didn't know all the ins and outs of her condition, only that it was in her bones and had only been diagnosed because she had fallen in gymnastics class and broken her hip - not something that would usually happen to a healthy twelve-year-old. Caitlyn had undergone aggressive chemotherapy and stem cell therapy but the fact that she was still in hospital after the last round didn't bode well. Chloe smiled brightly. He

He looked around the table at his siblings and their significant others. They had been close once when they were kids. But growing up a Mayfield meant that trivial things like sibling love and loyalty were weaknesses. The Mayfields were, above all else, a business. Their ancestors were among the first free settlers to arrive on Australia’s shores and they had built an empire that had spanned the generations. His mother took her marriage into such a family very seriously and they had been groomed from a young age in the expectations of what being a Mayfield meant. Declan had rebelled. He had stepped away from the business and struck out on his own. It was a wonder that he hadn't been excommunicated. He stood with everyone else and walked over to the long buffet table. There were eight adults and four children in attendance, but the food presented to them was more like an offering at an upscale restaurant than just the back patio of his childhood home. It was more impressive t

But they each held a special place in her heart and she felt every loss keenly. Thankfully, the advances in medical technology meant that survival rates had improved over the years. Chloe had been helping out at the hospital since she was a teenager. Her first experience with the children’s hospital was when she’d had appendicitis and had to spend a week in the ward with all the other kids. She discovered how boring it was and decided to spend some of her weekends coming in to play with the children who were well enough. That had morphed into her dressing up and that had started her little side business that she worked on while going to university to get her degree in computer programming. Now she worked in her family’s tech company, still visited the hospital, and did children’s parties on the side. She enjoyed it too much to give it up. She loved meeting and interacting with kids like Caitlyn, even if it meant losing them. She wouldn’t give up the opportunity to get to know the