I’ve gone too far. ‘Let’s start on that list right now,’ I say, unbuttoning my trousers.
Chloe’s gaze drifts to my hand as I free my hardening cock.
Relief reflects in her eyes.
We’re back in more comfortable territory, happier, it seems, discussing our sexual fantasies than talking about genuine emotions.
‘Sex slave for the afternoon? Or sex in a public place? You decide.’
‘Why choose?’ She guides me out to the varnished decking where anyone could walk by, and drops to her knees, taking me with her mouth.
Fuck it, I could get used to this. With intelligence and sex appeal by the bucket load, Chloe Sexton is my ultimate fantasy. I’m going to tick her boxes so thoroughly, when she eventually settles down with someone she’s not embarrassed to be seen with, she’ll be forever tarred with memories of our time together.
‘When you’re finished, I’m going to carry you into the sea where you’re going to wrap your legs around my waist and ride me, while everyone’s oblivious on the beach. How’s that for not choosing?’
Her low moan vibrates around my cock, tipping me closer to orgasm-induced oblivion.
It’s been weeks since we started sleeping together and I’m nowhere near tiring of her. This isn’t like me at all. Not one bit.
And it’s becoming increasingly disconcerting.
After an afternoon of sun, sea and sublime sex, I order takeout from Serenity, a local restaurant specialising in fresh lobster.
Chloe carries plates from the kitchen and lays the table on the deck, like this is totally normal for us. As if we’re a regular couple. And I like it. Lula is the only other person I’ve shared meals with lately, and even that’s been a rarity forced on us by guilt.
‘It’s not exactly the Kobe Beach Club, but it’s pretty damn close.’ She throws her head back in a laugh, exposing her long slender neck.
She’s exquisite. The more time we spend together, the more I glimpse beneath the mask she wears for the rest of the world. She’s amazing. If I had to write a list of desired qualities in a woman, she’d tick every single one of them.
Independent.
Driven.
Ambitious.
Beautiful, inside and out.
Her unwavering determination reminds me of Sofia.
I’ve had more than my fair share of physical encounters over the years, but I’ve never met anyone like Chloe Sexton. We connect on a much deeper level than simply the physical. Being with her makes me question what I truly want from this life. Worryingly, right now, the only thing I’m certain I want is her. It scares the fucking shit out of me, yet instead of shying away from it, I’m helplessly attracted to her like a starving bear to a sticky honeypot.
We’re incredibly similar. We both have the same emotional scars and drive to succeed. We both need to take control even though life has taught us the hard way that we never truly are.
Is it any wonder we click?
But we’re playing with fire because our lives are woven so intrinsically. My brother is marrying her sister, for fuck’s sake. My father is in jail charged with the manslaughter of her parents.
We’re supposed to hate each other.
I should be utterly unavailable.
It’s so messed up, it’s not even funny.
‘After the Vegas leg of the tour, I want you to come stay at my house for a few days.’ The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Her head whips around, apparently as surprised as I am. I never invite women to my house. Apart from Lula, but that’s wildly different.
Her mouth opens but she hesitates before answering, leaving me an opportunity for further persuasion.
