Lip Service (Private Relations 2) - Page 38
“You’ve repaid your debt. You’re free to go, if you like,” she said.
Raising his eyebrow, he said, “I know I’m free to go. I was asking you if you wanted me to.”
Shaking her head, she said, “No. Of course not.”
He pressed his lips briefly to hers, and asked, “What time is your alarm set for?”
“Six thirty,” she said.
“Can you move it back to six? I don’t have a spare suit with me. I’m going to have to run home before work,” he replied.
Rolling slightly, she reset the alarm for six, then rolled over again, settling against her side. He scooted in, pressing his length behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
She smiled when she felt his lips brush against her shoulder and said, “That’s nice.”
Feeling her eyelids drift closed, the last thing she remembered was hearing his murmur of agreement.
Chapter 12
Chris had a six-pack in one hand, and Chloe’s ass in the other. Giving it a slight squeeze, he felt rather than saw her jump next to him.
It was Sunday and the NFL season had officially started, so there was actual football to be watched. They stood in front of Deacon’s apartment building now, neither of them particularly looking forward to the scrutiny that would likely be coming their way.
She slapped at him playfully and said, “If you could refrain from feeling me up in front of my brother, that would be awesome.”
Smirking, he said, “Just trying to get it all out of the way now, babe. I don’t know if you noticed this, but I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Why do you think I keep you around?” she asked, a smile slowly stretching across her face.
“I’m just a piece of meat?” he asked, gasping.
Rolling her eyes at him, she dryly said, “Yes. That’s exactly it. We talk for hours because I’m only using you for your sexy body. I drive through LA morning traffic after spending the night at your place because you’re so pretty to look at.”
“You’re a cold woman, Chloe,” he said, moving the hand that had been cupping her ass up to rest on his heart as if he was wounded.
This would be the first time that Deacon and Sara had seen them since they had hooked up. That seemed like a crass way to explain their situation, but he couldn’t really think of any other way to put it.
Chloe reached up and brushed her lips against his, then pulled his mouth down to hers, running her tongue across his bottom lip. Unable to resist, he opened his mouth and slid his tongue across hers. Hearing her moan, he used his free hand to press her body up against his and back her into the wall of the building.
They continued to make out on the sidewalk until someone driving past beeped their car horn. Pulling his head back, he said, “Let’s go back to your place. Skip football.”
Shaking her head, Chloe said, “We’d be in so much trouble. Plus, Sara made those nachos again.”
“I’d take fucking you over nachos every time,” he said, grinning.
He watched as she put her hands over her heart, her eyes widening dramatically as she said, “You’re so romantic.”
Nodding, he said, “I’m what you’d call the total package,” and then winked.
Both of them grinning now, she buzzed Deacon’s apartment.
After identifying herself, they were buzzed in.
Walking through the lobby, they waited for the ancient elevator to make its way back down from the top floor. He had casually wrapped his free arm around her waist as he stood behind her.
Pressing the button for the elevator, she reached back and nonchalantly but firmly rubbed her palm over his cock. Chris groaned at the intimate contact, and felt his body immediately tense. Taking a step back, he waited for the elevator.
The doors slid open and they both stepped inside. He pressed the button for the seventeenth floor and leaned casually against the wall, eyeing her.
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