"That’s for the best," Chloe said. "I think even I could use a break from sugar. It was a lot today."
"Say it isn't so!" I exclaimed.
We shared the food, and after we finished, she yawned, her jaw cracking.
"I should Instagram," she said, closing her eyes and resting against me. "But I'm so tired."
She was half asleep when I carried her to bed and wrapped around her while she slept.
* * *
I woketo someone kissing me. Chloe was straddling me, and I let my hands come up and rest on her hips. She was a delicious weight on top of me.
"Good morning," she said. "I spent all night with you, and I didn’t even see your cock."
That got my attention.
"I know you wanted another taste of my cookies last night," she purred.
"I did," I said, letting my hand drift under her shirt to cup one of the round, perfect breasts. She slowly ground her hips against mine. I could feel the wetness through her panties. The smell of her lust was driving me wild. My hand drifted between her legs.
"You want me, don't you," I said, pushing aside her panties and stroking her. The heat from her was invigorating my erection. I stroked her as she ground against me, her hips rising and falling.
I want this every morning for the rest of my life, I thought as she rolled a condom onto me.
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Awhimper escaped my lips as Jack slid his cock into me.
"Your pussy is so tight," he groaned. He sounded as if he was about to lose control, but he maintained a steady rhythm. My nails raked down his chest, catching on the ridges of muscle, as Jack rocked me down on him, our skin sliding together.
Jack flipped us over, his thrusts growing more erratic. I knotted my fingers in his hair, tilting his head down to kiss him. His dick was hot and thick, and my legs were splayed, my hips arched, begging him to claim me. I was lost in the sensation, moaning and dizzy and surrounded by Jack. I bit his shoulder when I came, and he thrust a few times more, milking the aftershocks from my too-sensitive skin.
After Jack had me good and fully awake, I made him breakfast then baked more of his favorite cookies.
"Don't you want me to make something different?" I asked him.
He looked horrified, his mouth full of cookies. "No!" he said after swallowing. "Why would you even suggest that?"
I snuggled next to him on the couch, talking with fans on social media while he took a conference call. I was pressed up against him; he had a blanket draped over us. The door to the balcony was open, and Milo lay half inside and half out. The air coming into the penthouse was chilly, but it was warm under the blanket. Jack kissed me then nuzzled my neck.
I shrieked. "Your nose is cold!"
"I want you," he said, leaning in to kiss me.
My phone started ringing.
"I've been summoned," I told him, waving my phone. "Dana wants to talk to us."
Dana was waiting impatiently in the tower lobby.
I bumped my hip to Nina's in greeting. She ignored me—she was glaring at Hartleigh.
"She stole Maria's spot," she said angrily.
"The show has blown up," Dana said. "It's viral. Everyone is talking about it. All the morning shows want you all to be guests."
