The VIP Room(26)

Had he kissed me as a distraction? So I’d stop thinking about Nolan? If he had, it hadn’t worked. Now I had two things to worry about. My head ping-ponged between unsolvable problems, and I tossed and turned for hours before I finally managed to drop off into a restless sleep.





Chapter 5





Sam





What the f*ck was that? I left Chloe alone in my room as calmly as I could, then strode across the hall to my office. Thank God I kept a decanter of whiskey in here even though I rarely opened it. Filling one of the crystal glasses with a good three fingers of liquor, I threw myself onto the leather couch and tossed the alcohol back, relishing the burn in my throat as I swallowed.

What the f*ck had I been thinking? The idea was to seduce her. Slowly. Subtly. To make her see me as more than just her boss and her friend. If I could come to her rescue and be her knight in shining armor while we looked for her brother, that had to help my cause. Attacking her in my bedroom, shoving her against the wall, and kissing her until she couldn’t breathe was not part of the plan.

But f*ck, that kiss. She’d frozen at first, holding back as I’d pulled her closer. Once she’d gotten into it, she’d been like fire in my arms. Making little whimpers in the back of her throat, burying her fingers in my hair and pulling my face to hers. She’d wanted me to kiss her. If I’d stopped there, it might have been okay.

Instead I’d had to back her into the wall and get my hands all over her. Chloe was just too much temptation. That soft body and even softer skin. Her heat, her mouth, it was all too much, and I lost my head. The feeling of my palm stroking the side of her breast was almost enough to make me come in my jeans.

How sad was I? Totally out of control from one kiss. I’d been imagining kissing Chloe for months. To finally be doing it, my hands on her bare skin, the weight of her breast teasing my palm. Just thinking about it was killing me.

I tossed back the rest of the whiskey and got up. Acting before I could think better of it, I locked the door to my office and crossed the room, unzipping my jeans as I went. My cock was a steel bar, had been since well before I’d laid a finger on Chloe. I wanted to strip naked, go back into my bedroom and slide between the covers with her. Peel off the t-shirt I’d given her to wear and feast on her body.

I’d start between her legs, kiss her * like I’d kissed her mouth. After I made her come, I’d move up and spend some time on her breasts. A week might be long enough. And after that, when I’d had my fill of her breasts, I’d f*ck her. Right then I thought I could f*ck Chloe forever.

In reality, if I was really in bed with her, I’d probably last about a minute, I was so turned on. But that reality wasn’t going to happen. At least not tonight. I couldn’t afford to be distracted for long, so I stepped into the three quarter bath attached to my office and turned the shower on cold. Maybe between the icy water and my hand on my cock I could get my head back in the game.

With the sound of Chloe’s whimpers in my ears and the memory of her breast in my hand, I gripped my cock and began to stroke, the slick soap against my skin giving me just the right friction. Not as good as her * would be, but it was enough for now. Pressing my forehead to the cool tile of the shower, I pictured Chloe’s dazed eyes after our kiss, her ragged breathing, and the way her round, full breasts had looked the day we’d been caught in the rain.

The images swirled together into a dream Chloe, half naked, wet from the shower and eager for me. My eyes squeezed shut, I saw her as she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, soothing my need with hard, quick sucks. I wasn’t sure if the real Chloe had ever had a dick in her mouth, but my dream Chloe sucked me like she wasn’t afraid of my size. She took me deep and swallowed, letting the head of my cock into her throat. At the thought of how she’d look on her knees, her hungry eyes meeting mine, I came, my knees going weak as my orgasm painted the wall and was washed away.

I’d been stroking my cock to images of Chloe for months. But never after I’d just had her in my arms. If I didn’t f*ck this up, maybe the next time I’d get the real thing. I finished my shower, pulled my boxers back on, and unlocked my door, leaving it open so I could hear if Chloe needed anything.

Then I pulled out the sofa bed and put on the sheets. When I was finally ready for sleep I did two last things. First, I called Axel and filled him in. He promised to get to work on finding Nolan immediately.

After I hung up, I left a message for Lola, my personal shopper. Like a lot of guys with busy jobs, I had a need for a professional wardrobe and no desire to shop. At the suggestion of my friend Dylan, I’d tried outsourcing my shopping to Lola at Neiman Marcus. She was a miracle. And she’d recently outfitted Dylan’s girlfriend with a whole new wardrobe.

Like Chloe, Dylan’s girl had curves. And Lola had known exactly how to dress them up. Chloe needed her. I didn’t care about the cost; I wanted Chloe to have whatever she needed. This was step two in my courtship.

I planned to use the excuse that she didn’t have anything at my house to wear. I left Lola a detailed description of Chloe, including her sizes, which I’d taken from the tag on her suit jacket and the shoes she’d abandoned in the kitchen. Sometime tomorrow I’d get a real start on my pursuit of Chloe. And maybe she’d forget all about tonight’s f*ck-up. I could only hope.