He locked the door behind her and went back behind the counter. “I was just finishing up here, and then we can grab dinner if you want.”
“Okay, sure.”
Chloe leaned against the counter while Devon fooled with the computer. “It looks like we’re ahead of schedule on the wine rack we’re making, and right on time with Rebecca’s gun cabinet.”
Chloe grinned. “It’s all she can talk about lately.”
“It was a brilliant idea, Chloe.” He clicked a few more times before shutting down the computer. “All I need to do now is shut off the lights.”
She followed him to the back, watching him walk around the workshop. “Devon.”
“Yeah?” he replied without turning around.
“We’re alone.”
“Yeah.” He hit the switch on the back wall and half the room darkened.
“Devon.”
He looked up at her tone of voice. The expression on her face would have been enough to catch him up to what she was thinking, but the sight of her hoisting herself onto his worktable sent him rushing in her direction.
“Are you sure you—”
“Yes.”
He groaned.
Chloe yanked her shirt over her head, and Devon did the same with his. Just as he reached her, she unclasped her bra and peeled it down her arms.
“Oh, my God.” Devon dropped his head, catching one of her tight nipples in his mouth. She moaned and fisted his hair.
Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled on his hair so he’d meet her mouth with his. Their tongues tangled, Chloe pressing her hips up and nearly crying at the feel of his hard length straining against his jeans.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I just saw you yesterday,” he reminded her.
“I know.” She bit his lower lip and rocked her hips again. He ran his hands up her bare legs until he reached under her skirt to find her panties wet.
“Jesus, lay back.”
Chloe lowered herself to the table and uncrossed her legs. Devon pushed at her skirt until it bunched at her waist and peeled off the lace covering her pussy. Her breathing came in choppy waves, and she gripped the edge of the table when he lowered to his knees.
“Yes, Devon.”
He ran his nose along her inner thigh and kissed her. When he slipped one finger inside her, she squirmed, arching her back. He lowered his head until her view was of his dark hair and his face buried between her legs. She couldn't form another coherent thought once he ran his tongue along her pussy until he reached her clit. He sucked it between his lips and circled it with the tip of his tongue, and she cried out.
She shuddered so hard she bumped the back of her head on the table, but she didn’t care. “So close, Devon.”
He added another finger and curled it inside her, unleashing her orgasm in seconds. Her muscles clenched and she called his name, making him grin and kiss her thigh again. That was a sound he’d never grow tired of hearing.
He straightened, looking sexy as fuck with his hair standing in all different directions. He unbuttoned his jeans and barely pushed them down his hips before he was pulling her legs until they met heat to heat.
Chloe arched when he pushed inside her, moaning at the satisfaction of feeling so full. “Oh, yes.”
Devon grabbed onto her waist as he pounded into her, and she watched his face. He was never more gorgeous than when he was finding pleasure in her body. Love surged through her and caught in her throat.
“God, Chloe, you feel so good.”
