Chapter Thirty-Two

Jack

T he fire crew for the next shift are arriving, and I’m gathering my things to head home. Well... to head to the cafe to meet Chloe. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I’ve last seen her but I already miss her smile, the way her eyes light up when she talks to me, and her awkward little movements when she’s nervous around me.

As I stuff my gear into my locker, Tom approaches. “Hey man, I never got a chance last night to apologize. I didn’t mean to over share like I did.”

“Remind me not to tell you shit,” I say, although my tone isn’t aggressive or even mean. Frankly, I’m not holding a grudge. I know it was a slip on his end and I can’t hold the fact that I am a fucking stalker and Chloe has no idea against him. “She doesn’t know I’ve been keeping an eye on her since the accident.”

Tom’s eyes widen slightly, and he lowers his voice. “Right, right. I get it. Sorry again, man. I wasn’t thinking.”

I nod, accepting his apology. “It’s fine.”

He claps me on the shoulder. “I’m happy you finally made the move though. It’s long overdue. She seems to make you really fucking happy.”

A smile tugs at my lips as I think about Chloe. “Yeah, she does. Meeting her for coffee in a bit, actually.”

“Nice.” Tom grins. “You two make a cute couple.”

I finish packing up my gear and close my locker. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

The walk to the cafe feels both too long and too short. I keep replaying our interactions, overthinking if I was too soft, or too hard. I love the fact that Chloe is truly a sexual vixen, but I also know my tastes can scare—and have scared—others away. I don’t want to push too fast or come off as too strong.

Years of fantasy and I’ve imagined these scenarios countless times, but the reality is so much more intense.

When I reach the cafe, I spot Chloe through the window. She’s already here, sitting at a small table near the back, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. My heart rate picks up as I watch her for a moment. She hasn’t noticed me yet, and I drink in the sight of her—the way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, how she bites her lower lip as she checks her phone.

Taking a deep breath, I head inside. Chloe looks up as the bell above the door chimes, and her face breaks into a radiant smile when she sees me. God, I love that smile. I’ve seen it so many times from afar, but having it directed at me is surreal.

“Hey,” I say as I approach her table. “Sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“Not at all,” she replies, gesturing for me to sit. “I got here a few minutes ago myself.”

I slide into the seat across from her, my eyes never leaving hers. “You look beautiful,” I say, unable to stop myself. She’s wearing a simple gray sweater, her hair loose around her shoulders, and she’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

Chloe blushes, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. “Thank you,” she says, looking down at her coffee. “You look good too. How was your shift?”

“Long,” I admit. “But worth it to be here with you now.”

Her eyes flick back up to mine, a mixture of shyness and desire in their depths. “I’m glad you made it. I... I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that has happened the last couple of days. It’s a whirlwind of... I don’t know.”

“Neither can I,” I confess, reaching across the table to take her hand. Her skin is soft and warm against mine. “You’re all I can think about.”

She intertwines her fingers with mine. “I know we just met, and our story isn’t exactly normal, but... this feels different. Special.”

It’s true, even if she doesn’t know the full extent of it. I’ve watched her for so long, dreamed of this moment, but the reality is so much better than anything I could have imagined.

Chloe’s eyes sparkle as she looks at me. “I was worried I might be imagining things or moving too fast.”

“No, you’re not imagining it,” I assure her. “And as for moving too fast... well, I think we can set our own pace. There’s no rulebook for this.”

“Maybe I like breaking rules,” she says beneath hooded eyes.

I inch nearer, lowering my voice. “I think we might have that in common.”

Chloe’s lips curve into a mischievous smile. “I feel like you and I both are Jekyll and Hyde. We have the good side—the firefighter and jewelry influencer—and then we have the very bad side—WinterWatcher and BlackAsChlo.”

“I like it when you’re a good girl,” I say. “But I also like it when you are a very bad, bad girl.”

Chloe’s eyes darken, and she licks her lips unconsciously. “I think you just want to spank me again.”

“Guilty.”

Chloe’s breath catches, and I can see the desire flaring in her eyes. She glances around the café quickly before meeting my gaze again. “I think we should go to your place.”

I stand up, offering her my hand. “Let’s go.”

Chloe’s hand is warm in mine, and I can feel her pulse racing. We walk quickly, barely speaking, the tension building with each step.

When we reach my apartment, I fumble with the keys, distracted by Chloe’s closeness. As soon as we’re inside, I push her against the closed door, my body pressing into hers.

“Do you want it hard or soft?” I ask, my lips brushing her ear.

“Hard,” she breathes. “So fucking hard.”

I trail kisses down her neck, reveling in the soft sounds she makes. My hands slide under her sweater, caressing the smooth skin of her waist.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, my voice low and commanding.

Chloe’s eyes meet mine, dark with desire. “I want you to make me your bad girl.”

“Strip,” I order.

Chloe’s eyes widen slightly at my commanding tone, but a smirk plays on her lips as she slowly begins to remove her clothes. She maintains eye contact as she pulls her sweater over her head, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. Her fingers trail down to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them teasingly slow.

I watch her intently, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. My hands itch to touch her, but I force myself to stay still, savoring the show she’s putting on for me.

As she shimmies out of her jeans, I notice she’s wearing matching black lace panties. The sight of her standing there in only her lingerie makes my breath catch.

“Good girl,” I praise, stepping closer to her. “Now turn around and put your hands on the door.”

Chloe complies, her breathing quickening as she faces the door. I run my hands down her sides, feeling her shiver under my touch.

Irun my hands over the curves of her ass. “Now, I think you’ve been very naughty, teasing me in the cafe. What do naughty girls get?”

“Spanked,” Chloe whispers, arching her back slightly.

“That’s right,” I say, bringing my hand down firmly on her right cheek. Chloe gasps, her body jerking slightly at the impact. I alternate between her cheeks, each slap growing progressively harder. The pale skin of her ass turns a delicious shade of pink.

Chloe moans, a mix of pain and pleasure. “More,” she begs.

I oblige, continuing my assault on her ass. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the room, punctuated by Chloe’s gasps and whimpers. I can see the wetness gathering between her thighs, her arousal evident.

After a particularly hard slap, I pause, running my hand soothingly over her heated skin. “What if I tell you I want this ass of yours? Has anyone ever taken you here before?” I run my fingertip down the seam of her ass.

Chloe’s breath catches at my words. She turns her head slightly, looking back at me with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “No,” she admits softly. “I’ve never... but I want to. With you.”

A primal surge of possessiveness rushes through me at her words. I’ll be her first, claiming a part of her no one else has touched.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low and husky. “Once we start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

Chloe nods, her eyes dark with desire. “I won’t ask you to stop. I want this. I want you.” She wiggles her ass invitingly, and I have to take a deep breath to maintain control.

A growl escapes me as I turn her around and capture her lips in a fierce kiss. She responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.

I lay her on the bed, drinking in the sight of her. Her hair is tousled, her lips swollen from our kisses. She looks up at me with a mixture of trust and hunger that makes my heart race.

I reach for the drawer where I keep my lube and condoms, never taking my eyes off Chloe’s beautiful form. Her skin is flushed, her breathing rapid with want.

“Bend over the bed,” I instruct her, and she complies eagerly, presenting herself to me. The sight of her like this, so willing and trusting, nearly undoes me.

I take my time preparing her, using plenty of lube and starting with one finger. Chloe gasps at the initial intrusion, her body tensing slightly.

“Relax,” I say, rubbing soothing circles on her lower back with my free hand. “That’s it, baby. Just breathe.”

Gradually, I work up to two fingers, then three, stretching her carefully. Chloe’s gasps of discomfort turn to moans of pleasure as she adjusts to the new sensations.

“Please,” she whimpers. “I need you inside me.”

I position myself behind her, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. “Are you sure?” I ask one last time.

“Yes,” Chloe breathes. “Please, fuck me.”

Slowly, carefully, I push inside her. The tight heat envelops me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. Chloe lets out a long, low moan as I fill her completely.

“Oh god,” she gasps. “It’s so much . . . so full . . .”

I hold still, giving her time to adjust. “You’re doing so well, baby,” I praise her. “You feel amazing.”

When she relaxes around me, I start to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Chloe’s moans grow louder with each thrust, her hands fisting in the sheets.

“Harder,” she demands. “Please, I can take it.”

I increase my pace, my hands gripping her hips tightly. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our mingled moans of pleasure.

“You’re mine,” I growl, lost in the sensation of claiming her. “All mine.”

“Yes,” Chloe cries out. “Yours, only yours.”

My orgasm builds, a tightening in my lower abdomen. I reach around to rub Chloe’s clit, determined to make her come first.

Chloe’s body shudders under my touch, her moans growing more frantic. I can feel her tightening around me as she nears her peak.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage her, my fingers working her clit in tight circles. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

With a cry that’s almost a scream, Chloe comes undone. Her body convulses, clenching around me so tightly it nearly pushes me over the edge. I slow my thrusts, letting her ride out her orgasm.

As her tremors subside, I resume my pace. The sight of Chloe, flushed and satiated beneath me, is the most powerful control a woman could hold over me.

“Where do you want me to come?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“In my ass,” Chloe gasps. “I want to feel you. I want you to claim what’s yours and will only be yours.”

Her words are my undoing. With a few more powerful thrusts, I bury myself deep inside her and let go, my orgasm washing over me in intense waves. Chloe moans softly as she feels me pulsing inside her.

For a moment, we stay connected, both of us catching our breath. Then, carefully, I withdraw and collapse onto the bed beside her. Chloe turns to face me, her eyes bright and a satisfied smile on her lips.

“That was...” she trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Yeah,” I agree, pulling her close. “It was.”

We lie there in comfortable silence, our bodies intertwined. I run my fingers through Chloe’s hair, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me.

“I think I’m falling for you,” Chloe whispers suddenly, her voice barely audible.

My heart swells at her words. I’ve waited so long to hear them, dreamed of this moment countless times. But the reality is so much sweeter than any fantasy.

“I’m already fallen,” I admit, tightening my arms around her.