Taking Chloe (Vaughn)

It hadn’t been easy to leave the warmth of Chloe’s naked body. She’d been draped over him like a human blanket, but he’d had a lot of thinking to do. Things to plan. Today he’d promised an explanation for his obsessively focused attitude toward work. Christ, he’d practically abandoned her. His pride stung when he thought of how he’d treated her. The most precious thing in his life, and yet his need to prove himself had overshadowed that fact. There could be no changing the past, though. All he could do now was prove he’d never neglect her again. He only hoped she gave him a second ch

ance.

A rustle of fabric behind him caught his attention and pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned in his chair to see Chloe standing in the doorway. Her long hair lay in tangled waves over her shoulders, down past her breasts. Her cream-colored silk robe delineated her sleek lines and full, rounded hips. She could wear a burlap sack and it still wouldn’t hide curves like hers.

His mouth watered.

Merrick held out his hand and murmured, “Come here, angel.”

Chloe padded barefoot across the patio, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “How come you didn’t wake me?”

He chuckled and pulled her onto his lap. “And risk a limb?”

She smacked his chest. “I’m not that bad and you know it.”

Chloe grumbled and groused until she had at least two cups of coffee. “You don’t do mornings well. Remember the time right after we were married? I decided to wake you and surprise you with breakfast in bed. Big mistake.”

She laughed. “I didn’t shove the tray in your face on purpose. It was an involuntary reaction.”

He smoothed his palm down her back and slid his fingers over the top of her ass. “It wasn’t my face that got drenched. I ended up with scrambled eggs and grape juice all over my boxers. And that juice was cold as hell, too.”

Her eyes darkened with arousal. “But I cleaned you up afterwards.”

He angled his head and kissed her lightly. “Mmm, yes you did. I enjoyed your apology very much.”

Chloe started to leave his lap, but Merrick clamped his arm around her tighter. “Going somewhere?”

“I need to shower. I feel all…sticky.”

He let his palm drift up her thigh, pushing her robe apart as he went. The instant he felt her soft curls, his semi-erect cock stood to full attention. He slid a finger between her pussy lips and encountered creamy heat. “You’re aroused.”

Chloe sighed and leaned back. “Sitting on your lap does that to me.”

“I’m very glad.”

Merrick wiggled his index finger deeper. The clutch of her inner muscles had him pushing his dick into her bottom. He needed to bury himself inside his wife’s welcoming sheath. He pulled his finger free, then grasped onto her waist, turning her around until she straddled him. They didn’t speak as he untied her robe and exposed her nude body in the soft morning light.

She made a grab for the robe. “What if someone sees us, Merrick?”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to try something just a little bit naughty, Chloe?”

“I-I suppose.”

He pushed her robe off her shoulders and watched it pool around her waist. Merrick looked over Chloe’s shoulder and realized another couple in a hotel room adjacent to them watched their every move. Merrick’s possessive instinct was to cover his wife from the other man’s view, but he stopped himself. This was a week they’d always remember. Why not go a little wild? Besides, the other couple couldn’t really see anything except Chloe’s back. What they were doing would be obvious, but it’d be their imagination that filled in the blanks.

Merrick stroked the backs of his fingers over Chloe’s left nipple and watched in fascination as it hardened before his eyes. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “We’re being watched.”

Chloe jerked as if he’d dashed her in the face with a glass of ice water. When she made a grab for the robe, he placed his hands over hers and stopped her. “Shh, relax. They can’t see anything, not really. Let them watch.”

Merrick detected Chloe’s hesitant surrender in her guarded expression. “Are you sure they can’t see anything?”

He glanced over her shoulder again. “Nothing but your back. With the robe around your waist, they can’t see anything juicy. And because we’re sitting down, the railing provides some cover, too. They’ll have to guess at what’s going on.”

Chloe’s brow arched upward. “It won’t be too hard to guess, Merrick.” She paused and her gaze caught on something behind him. “I can see them in the glass.”

He’d begun playing with a lock of her hair, enjoying the soft texture between his fingers, when her words registered. “The patio door?”

“Yes. I can just barely make out what they’re wearing, but no real details.”