Taking Chloe (Vaughn)

“It is already, baby.”

Chloe laughed. “I haven’t even done anything yet!”

Merrick reached out and flicked his thumb over one satin covered nipple. “Just looking at you is enough to have me embarrassing myself right now.” He pinched the turgid peak, and her pussy throbbed. “Mmm, I just love red.”

“It’s your favorite color.”

“Yes. Do you know why?”

“No, why?”

“You had a red blouse on the day you came in for the interview. A red blouse and a black skirt. Christ, I wanted to push that skirt up and fuck you against the desk. It was hard as hell keeping my hands off you.”

Chloe couldn’t believe her ears. “You remember what I wore?” Heck, she didn’t even remember! “That was over two years ago.”

“I’ll never forget it,” he swore. “You turned me inside out that day. You were always the one. Always.”

Warmth filled her. “Whenever I think I couldn’t possibly love you more, you say something like that and I fall all over again.”

“And I intend to keep saying them. I never want you to forget how much you mean to me.”

It was easy for Merrick to make the declaration, because work wasn’t breathing down his neck at the moment. What would happen when they got back home and work beckoned once again? By sheer will, Chloe drove those thoughts out of her mind. She didn’t want to go there, not tonight. Tonight she would seduce her husband.

“Put your wrists together.”

Merrick didn’t say a word as he brought both arms over his torso and crossed one hand over the other. Chloe inched closer and wrapped the scarf around her husband’s thick, tan wrists. She tied it in a knot and sat back, gauging his reaction.

Merrick flung his arms over his head and spoke in a low tone. “Come and get it, angel.”

“Oh, I intend to,” she purred. Chloe crawled on top of Merrick, straddling him. Placing both hands on his chest, she sifted her fingers throug

h the dark, soft curls. His muscles jumped. The feel of his cock nestled beneath her bottom added an extra level of stimulation. Keeping her eyes on his, she leaned down and licked his nipple. Merrick’s lips thinned, his gaze burning with need. Chloe luxuriated in his undivided attention. Feminine power flowed through her as she embraced a side of her nature she’d never known existed.

“Bite it, Chloe. Show me who’s boss.”

Merrick’s words were so incongruent to the man she knew him to be. Her dominant, sometimes uncivilized, husband was pushing her to take charge. “I’ve never known this side of you,” she mused.

“And I’ve never known you to want to be in control. Sometimes stepping outside our cozy box is not just fun, but necessary.”

He was right. “I guess I’m stepping out of the box then,” she surmised.

Merrick winked. “Hell, you didn’t step out, you jumped out. I’m yours. You can do anything you want to me right now. So, what do you want, angel?”

“For starters, I need to taste you,” she answered. She lowered over him and melded their lips together. Merrick shuddered beneath her touch. He lifted his head, smashing his lips against hers. Chloe licked his fuller bottom lip, and Merrick’s arms slowly came around her head, caging her in. Even tied he figured out a way to take control of their pleasure. When his mouth opened and his tongue played with hers, Chloe forgot how things were supposed to go. All she cared about, all she needed, was his touch, his lips, his tongue. Him.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth and growled, the sound reverberating clear to her womb. His mouth devoured hers. He pushed and nipped at her lips, forcing her to open for him, to give him access to a place no other had a right to enter. Chloe had never experienced a kiss quite like Merrick’s. He knew how much pressure to add, how rough his little love bites should be. His kisses could make her come. He’d always been as potent as a drug. As addicting as chocolate, and just as lethal as a hungry panther. Other men couldn’t compare to Merrick.

Chloe trembled as he licked and scoured her mouth, insisting on tasting every spot, branding her with his unique flavor. His arms around her head held her still for his plundering, and Chloe helplessly surrendered everything in that moment. His lips were almost brutal in his assault.

He lifted an inch. “You make me ache. I fucking ache for you, baby.” Chloe moaned his name, her body wild for his touches. This time when he kissed her, he wasn’t asking for entrance, he expected it. She melted and opened, then promptly went up in flames.

Chloe dug her fingers into his hair. God, she loved his hair, so thick and full. She let her fingers delve and grab handfuls of the dark silk. Merrick pulled his lips away and groaned her name. She sensed a change in him. He’d had enough of letting her take the lead. He’d be wrenching the reins back if she didn’t do something.

“Please, let me play,” she softly pleaded. “Just a moment longer.”

Merrick’s gaze bored into her, as if seeing into her very core. “I can’t deny you, you know I can’t.”

“You won’t regret it,” she promised.