Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
She grinds her hips against me, making a mewling sound. And damn, this woman knows how to make me go from zero to sixty in a heartbeat.
I grip her ass with both hands. “That’s it, baby. Work your pussy on me. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs, nearly making me combust. “Your cock is making me so wet.”
“You’re a dirty girl,” I say, rocking her onto my dick. “You ever been fucked hard?”
She shakes her head with a pout on her lips, staying in character. And I fucking love it.
“No.”
“Good. I’ll definitely be the one to claim this pussy tonight.” I stand her up and slap her ass. “On the bed. On your hands and knees.”
She’s in position before I can even remove my shirt. I quickly undress, telling her to keep her clothes on but panties off. There’s no way I will not fuck her in that skimpy skirt.
She does as I request and resumes the position. “Fuck me hard, Daddy. Like that man fucked that woman earlier. Like she was his slut.” She glances over her shoulder at me. “Make me your slut.”
I move behind her and slide my cock through her slippery folds, teasing her entrance. “Damn you’re soaked.” I slam into her, balls deep, letting out a deep growl. “You’re such a bad girl.”
“So bad, Daddy,” she moans out.
I spank her ass with one hand and immediately rub it to take away the sting.
She yelps and begs for more, so I give my girl more slaps on her ass while slamming my cock into her exquisite heat, feeling my body build toward that coveted release.
“Play with yourself,” I command, and she follows instructions so well, reaching down to rub her clit. Her fingertips brush against my dick, and within seconds, she’s coming with a string of unintelligible words flying out of her mouth.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her as I explode inside her, my body crumbling with every beat of my heart.
The rest of the night flashes by in a blur as I explore Chloe’s body in nearly every room the club offers. I learn so much about what she likes sexually, like when I kiss her inner thigh, she moans. When I kiss her just below her ear, she purrs. Her eyes widen every time I slam inside her, and she grips me tighter when I squeeze her ass. But the most important thing I’ve learned is that I’m head over heels for her.
Chapter 35
Chloe
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It’s been a few days since Devereaux took me to the Saints and Sinners party at Club Greed, and we’ve spent every waking moment together. Now it’s Sunday, and I don’t know how I’m going to sneak away to meet with Finn.
“I just can’t get away today,” I text Finn.
“Are you almost ready?” Devereaux calls from downstairs.
I head out of the master bedroom and make my way to him. “Yes, where are you taking me today?”
He smiles. “I think it’s about time you met the family.”
“Seriously?” I ask, toying with the end of my braid.
“Yes. My sister is dying to meet you.”
I suck in a breath. “Ok, I’m ready to meet her too.” I mean, it’s only fair. He met my mother and sister, so I guess it’s time for me to meet his sibling.
We hop into his Bugatti, and he races off down the road. My phone has been silent with no answer from Finn. I’ll have to find a moment later where I can be alone to fill him in on everything I’ve learned.
Half an hour later, we pull up to a stunning mansion in the center of the city. The blue trim and off-white paint job looks brand new and her house is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“I love it,” I tell Devereaux.
We exit the car and hold hands as we walk the pathway leading to her home.
The door opens wide before we can even knock, and Greer’s smiling face greets us.
I’ve read all the files on Greer, but I have to pretend that I don’t know a single thing about her.
“Hi,” I say, sticking out my hand. “I’m Chloe.”
“Hi, Chloe.” We shake hands. “Nice to meet you. Come inside.” She moves aside so Devereaux and I can enter the lavish home.
Greer leads us out of the entryway and past a massive living room with white couches filled with colorful teal-blue throw pillows. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook a gorgeous patio setting. There’s also a pool, and a table that’s all set up just outside.
“You have a beautiful home,” I tell her.
She waves her hand like it’s any ol’ house, and smiles. “Thank you. I wish I had more time to live in it. I’m usually always working.”
“What do you do?” I ask, even though I know more about Greer Huxley than they think I do.
“Attorney. I’m actually working on a very stressful case.”