Just One Scandal (The Kingston Family 2)

Gripping himself hard, he closed his eyes to gather himself, and when he opened them, she was staring with a hungry expression on her face.

“Jesus, Chloe. Stop looking at me like that or we’re not going to make it to the good part.”

“I already had my good part. I’m waiting for you to top yourself.”

Her laughter rushed over him, and he groaned before opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom. He didn’t bring women to his private sanctuary, but he kept protection here to grab before he went out on a night when he needed or expected to find relief.

Ripping open the foil, he tossed the wrapper aside and rolled the condom over his straining dick before climbing onto the bed. She bent her knees, and he lifted one, pressing it back against her stomach as he knelt over her and settled his cock at her wet entrance.

He couldn’t decide where he wanted to focus his gaze, on her beautiful face or the sight of her taking him deep inside of her. In the end, he couldn’t tear his gaze from their joined bodies, and as he entered her, the fit was so perfect his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. And then he was buried completely, and he glanced into her blue eyes, hazy with desire.

He shifted his hips and settled even deeper. Her inner walls clasped around him, holding him tight, and her lashes fluttered closed. “So good.”

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered before gliding out, thrusting in again, picking up a punishing rhythm she had no problem arching up and meeting. Sex sounds surrounded them. Her moans, his grunts, desire rushing through him so fast he had a hard time keeping up.

He was more concerned that she kept pace, and he slowed only to have her grasp his face in her hands.

“Harder please,” she said, and soon he was pounding into her.

From the cries echoing around him, he had no doubt she was going to come again, and he waited for her to shatter before he let loose the rest of the way. His balls drew up tight, and as she came, she took him along with her.

Jesus fuck. He’d never felt anything like that before in his life. Sprawling on top of her, he struggled to catch his breath, and beneath him, she did the same.

“So that’s what makeup sex is like.” Chloe opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Pretty impressive if I do say so myself.”

Lost inside her, everything had been perfect, but now, with awareness came panic. God, he’d felt too much, and that hadn’t been part of the plan.

It couldn’t happen.

He wouldn’t allow it and separated their bodies, rolling onto his back without replying.

Chloe stared at him in confusion, and he didn’t know how to answer her. Instead he stood, removed the condom, and walked to the bathroom to toss it in the trash before heading back to find her putting on her clothes without looking his way.

Shit. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t freak out. Or should I say freak out even more?” She snapped her jeans and pulled on her camisole, gathering the rest of her things.

He dropped his shoulders and realized he was being an ass. There was no reason this couldn’t be exactly what they’d agreed on. Fun while it lasted. Even if that meant double pleasure in one night. Or her falling asleep in his bed and his arms.

“Come back,” he said, sitting down on the mattress.

She shook her head. “I already told you, I know what this is and what it isn’t. I also know what I want and need. You can relax, Beck. Linc isn’t going to show up with a shotgun and demand you marry me. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She walked out and shut the door, with him cursing himself the entire time.

Chapter Six

Chloe hadn’t slept well thanks to what had felt like Beck’s rejection, but this morning was different. She woke up with a whole new attitude. Beck pulling away hadn’t hurt her feelings, or so she told herself. She was just coming off a broken engagement and being left at the altar. All she needed at the moment was mind-blowing sex. And sex with Beck had been just that. Not to mention exhilarating. It would only be life-altering if she allowed it. She wouldn’t.

With last night behind her, today she was determined to return to the world. She showered, put on makeup, and chose one of her favorite new outfits, a pair of skinny black jeans, Chanel flats, and a white man-style shirt she tucked into the front. Leaving her hair down in natural waves, she pulled up half in JLo style and checked the mirror.

As it was the first time she’d be leaving the house since it had happened, if one camera caught her, she wanted everyone to know Owen hadn’t destroyed her. She’d taken the time she needed to lick her wounds, and now she was a woman with a plan.