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I turned the laundry over, trying to avoid thinking about the “what’s next” of this evening. I couldn’t explain why I’d even texted her this late. Initially, I decided to wait to bother Chloe until the morning. The washer being broken wasn’t a “bother you at ten at night” sort of issue. Then, I saw a man in her kitchen and couldn’t resist stirring the pot.

Running the rich prick off gave me the sick satisfaction I didn’t even know I wanted. With some fight left in me, Kevin’s encouragement in my ears, and now some liquid courage in my veins; I prepared for whatever came next by realizing I wasn’t prepared at all. It’s not like I even owned a pack of condoms. I never anticipated I’d even sleep with another woman of childbearing age. What was that about? Why in the hell was she even interested in me?

“They’re gone,” Chloe smiled at the mud room door.

“I… I…” I wasn’t sure how to communicate that I was unprepared without offending her.

“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts,” she whined. “Cole, you’re killing my ego. It’s shitty to pretend⁠—”

I cut her off with a kiss, pressing her against the door frame. How else could I affirm her? Chloe pulled on my shirt, not wasting time. I pushed her back.

“Not here. Let me finish turning the laundry over,” I chuckled. “This is too close to home.”

“Fine,” Chloe grinned like the Cheshire cat.

“I… uh… don’t have condoms,” I ripped off the band aid.

“Thank goodness I do, then,” Chloe bit her lip.

I kicked on the dryer’s cotton cycle and shrugged. “Then, I guess we’re in business.”

She kissed me again, wrapping her arms around me and backing me into the now-vibrating dryer. I had half a mind to put her onto it. She was so fucking sexy and available. I didn’t deserve this, but I wanted it. Hungry kisses overtook us. Our hands wandered. My body knew what to do, even if my mind was reticent to lean into this.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Chloe said.

“Lock the back door,” I said.

“Yeah,” Chloe agreed, following suit.

It would be a quickie. I was still paranoid Piper would wake, and I’d not be able to explain what I was up to. I set it aside quickly as I entered Chloe’s immaculate dusty pink bedroom and disrobed.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Oh, he’s letting me choose,” Chloe played coy.

“I want to taste you. Would that get you off?” I asked.

Chloe tossed her panties aside, determined. “Go downtown, then.”

She climbed in bed, summer-tan skin uncovered in all its glory. I kicked off my underwear—my last shred of clothing—and dove in. Looping Chloe’s legs over my shoulders, I kissed up her thighs to the small bit of hair above her pussy. I made my way down until my mouth met her clit, finally realizing how long I'd wanted to do this. Chloe gasped in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” Chloe said.

I tortured her at first. Slowly using only the tip of my tongue. Her hips bucked and she begged.

“Oh, God, more, please.”

I gave her a little more, sensing she liked to be tortured.

“I need it all, please. Let me come, Cole.”

I looked up, stopping. “Yeah? You want to come for me?”

She nodded, biting her lip in an irresistible way. I once more tasted her, the point of her pleasure swelled under my touch. She grew wetter and pressed my head into her pussy, demanding now. She would come loudly and all because I held her like putty in my hand. If I had one skill in bed, it was my ability to make any woman climax quickly with my tongue.

“It’s… it’s almost too much,” Chloe panted, her hands lacing tight through my hair. “But don’t stop. Don’t… fucking…”

She didn’t finish. Chloe came, legs twitching around my ears. She lay there, silently. Breath ragged, she’d resigned herself to merely resting in the pleasure of my touch. I kissed up her body, appreciating all of her—every last curve and muscle—until I pinned her to the bed by the hands.