I was so determined to be the best she’d ever had, it didn’t occur to me for a single second she might be the bestI’veever had.
Thick chestnut hair spills across the pillow and I sniff it, memorising its exotic fruity scent.
Get a grip, for fuck’s sake.
‘Did you just sniff my hair?’ Amusement rings through Chloe’s sleepy tone.
Busted.
‘Good morning, Princess.’ I nudge my throbbing dick against her.
‘It’s looking that way alright.’ She wriggles her ass backwards, inching herself onto me, slick and ready.
After her hallway confession two nights ago that she doesn’t do repeats, I had to wonder if she was going to weird out on me this morning. No fear of that, apparently. Hard to feel awkward around someone when you shared what we did last night.
My hands reach round for her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I slide in and out of her at a deliciously languorous pace.
If I could pause this moment forever, I swear I would. I’ve found my own personal heaven. Sex with Chloe Sexton is practically a religious experience.
I nudge her onto her stomach and onto her knees, inching myself into her as deep as physically possible. Reaching round her waist, my fingers find her sweet spot, slowly circling as my lips press against the back of her neck and my tongue rolls down her spine.
When her legs begin to tremble, I use my free hand to part them wider, slamming myself into her until her back arches in pleasure and she cries out my name like a plea and a prayer rolled into one.
I’m right behind her. My orgasm rips powerfully through me, wave after wave of heady pleasure floods through every inch of me.
With my heart hammering in my ribcage, I can’t even articulate what just happened between us. Again.
‘Can we agree to do that solidly for the next…’ I glance at the Swiss watch on my wrist, the only item I’m wearing, unless you count Chloe who’s still clenched around my cock, ‘… forty-two hours?’
Chloe slides off, flopping onto her back. My eyes dart between her magnificent tits and huge turquoise eyes. ‘Now, Jayden, you know I don’t do repeats. I warned you.’ She pokes her tongue out. From the way her eyes glint, I can only assume she’s joking.
Elevating her arms above her head, I tower over her, pressing tiny kisses along the sensitive skin of her neck as she squirms deliciously beneath me. ‘Princess, do I have to pin you down here and tie you up for the day? If that’s the case, then so be it because I am nowhere near done with you.’
Before she can answer, the shrill ringing of my mobile phone pierces the air. I glance at the screen out of habit, annoyed at the intrusion.
It’s Kim, my PA.
I hover over Chloe, torn between burying myself inside her for the day and facing the responsibilities of the real world.
Burying myself wins. I cancel the call. So much for business before pleasure. One night with Chloe and I’m unrecognisable. My lips resume their position, skirting lower over Chloe’s collarbone. Who knew collarbones could be so sexy?
‘We should get up,’ she whispers.
‘I am up.’ I nudge against her entrance.
‘Again? You are insatiable.’
‘It’s a talent and a curse.’
When the phone rings again, I know there’s a problem.
With an indignant growl, I snatch my mobile. ‘Yes?’
‘Jayden, it’s Mia.’ Kim’s panicked tone makes me sit up and take notice.
Mia Sweet is an up-and-coming female artist I signed last year. I only sign the cream of the crop. If they look bad, they make me look bad.
‘What’s up with her?’ I’m not negotiating her contract again. She already earns more than most of my female artists.
