Chapter 9

Chloe

Dominick is kissing me. Devouring me; tasting and claiming me.

Dominick is kissing me, and I'm letting him. I'm losing myself to all of it, and, damn, does it feel good.

The velvet softness of his lips is too much, working me into a frenzy of need even as he keeps it contained to just this kiss.

My hands slide over his shoulders so I can wrap my arms around his neck. God, the feel of him. The strong muscles, the weight of him, towering over me.

His arms circle around my waist, pressing me against him.

He's Anthony's best friend.

The thought shocks me out of my bliss, and I abruptly pull back, still holding him around the neck.

"Wait. Shit." I try to breathe around the arousal clouding my brain. "Is this smart?"

Because, of course, it's not. Dominick is not just my brother's best friend. He's my boss.

And Ethan's lackey found me tonight.

A vision of that nightmare slaps me in the face, and my eyelids flutter against the unwanted image.

"Smart? Chloe, to be blunt—" Dominick licks his lips "—I don't give a fuck about smart right now. I want you. Bad."

I start to scoot back, but Dominick's arms around my waist keep me in place. "Dominick, I?—"

"Dom."

Rolling my eyes, I can't stop the chuckle. "Dom. This is…a lot. I-I'm a lot. You can't possibly want to saddle yourself with all my baggage. Even if this is just a fling, I work for you, for Christ's sake. What if someone finds out?"

"So what." Dom buries his face under my hair, kissing up my neck. "And I'm helping you with Ethan regardless."

I moan against the feel of him wrapped around me. It's so good.

Intimacy hasn't been on the menu for a while, and even if Ethan ensured his needs were taken care of, mine were hardly important.

Dom slides back, his gaze steady on me. "You deserve to feel good. To be taken care of, for once. Let me."

God, the fact that the words almost bring me to tears really says something.

I'm always the one to do the caring for others. Giving into this feels so alien, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't desperately needed— desired , even.

Holding his stare, I study his face for any sign I should call this off. Is he just pitying me? Does he even really want me?

"I'm—" I can't hold his gaze now "—I'm so not in your league. You could get any girl you want."

Dom pulls my face up to look at him. "I want you , Chloe."

"Oh, God, Dom. But I'm so…" I nod down at myself.

"You're perfect."

A tear does break free at that, and then I'm slamming my lips against Dom's again. I want him. I want this, and I'm not going to deny myself anymore.

Dom pulls me against him again, and he shuffles me down onto my back on the couch. Tearing his coat from me, he flings it to the floor. His eyes rake over my body from head to toe, heating me with his intense perusal, and he lets out a low growl.

"Goddamn, this outfit."

My cheeks heat, and I bite my lip. "Is it bad?"

"It's way too fucking good, and I hate that everyone gets to see you in it. I want this—" he reaches around, gripping my ass "—to be for my eyes only."

My pussy clenches at his words, arousal making me wet.

Dom's fingers find the zipper at the back of my skirt, pulling it down and then guiding the thing off me in a quick tug.

At once, my lower body is exposed, only the fishnet stockings and my white boy shorts covering me. Dom reaches for the crotch of the stocking, gripping through the holes, and then they're abruptly ripped open.

"Dom!" My eyes flare as even more heat floods my cheeks—and my core grows even wetter. "I need those for your stupid club."

"I'll buy you new ones."

I'm ready to roll my eyes at him again, but then the mesh shirt I'm wearing receives similar treatment, and Dom yanks down a cup of the provided white bra.

The cool air against my nipple immediately tightens it, and I moan softly as Dom's thumb ghosts over it.

"These curves are going to be the death of me." Dom's mouth hovers over me as he speaks, and then his lips close around the stiff bud.

His rough hand squeezes me, pushing my nipple into his mouth, and the other snakes around my back to arch me up closer to him.

I'm already so worked up, and Dom's only just started. Any insecurities I felt melt away as he continues to swirl his tongue across my breast, and I squeeze my knees around him.

His thick body between my legs is overwhelming, and I can't help but slide right up against the bulge in his pants as he rubs his erection against my center.

Teeth find the pebbled tip of my breast, and I buck against Dom's mouth as he wonderfully dances between the line of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, Dom. Oh, yes, please."

He pops my nipple out of his mouth to blow on it, and the rush of air sends goose bumps skittering across my entire body.

"That's my girl. Let me feel you tremble with need for me."

I do, and soon, Dom tears the bra completely off me, and I'm left with the torn halves of the mesh shirt hanging down my sides.

He pays equal attention to my other nipple, and it's just as maddening, leaving me mewling as I try to clench my thighs together. His position keeps that from happening, of course, and my body is desperate for something to tend to my aching core.

"So fucking good." Dom pulls back from my breasts, kissing his way down to my hips. "I need to taste you."

Familiar embarrassment floods through me as I realize what he's after. I have such a hard time letting myself enjoy being so vulnerable and open like this.

Then Dom's fingers are at the hem of my panties, reaching to pull them out of the way so he has access to me.

There's something about how he doesn't bother taking them off completely that is so incredibly hot, and I'm thankfully taken out of my head again as his tongue finds me.

A sharp hiss escapes as I arch up off the couch. Dom is incredibly good at this, and the warm feeling of his tongue sliding over my pussy, pleasuring me, takes me right to the edge of an orgasm.

There's no area he doesn't pay attention to, flicking my clit before running his tongue down my folds, sucking them into his mouth. When he pushes his tongue inside, I cry out.

"Fuck!"

"That's my naughty girl." His hands push my legs farther apart. "Show me how much you love this and ride my face."

Then his fingers join the work, smoothing across me in infuriatingly slow strokes as his tongue gently circles my clit. It's not enough. It's too much. I shove my fingers into his hair and grip tightly, pulling him closer.

My mind is going completely haywire as I'm rocked toward the best orgasm of my life.

"Dom, please. Oh, shit. Please," I beg, like my existence depends on it.

I'm aching, every nerve on overdrive as Dom's maddening torture continues. I'm so completely at his whim, and I should hate it, but for some reason, I trust him.

Maybe it's the familiarity. Maybe it's the fact that Dom jumped into my shit show of a life with both feet and didn't look back.

But whatever it is, I lose myself to him, ready to let him take my body to new heights.

Dom's fingers slip inside again, and then he's pumping in and out of me, curling the skilled digits to hit that special spot.

I thrust against his hand, hungry for the impending release. His tongue and lips continue to worship my clit as his rhythm increases.

"Come for me, Chloe." The heat of his breath on my desperate core makes my head spin. "That's it, baby. Let me feel you fall apart."

It's like his words have a direct line to my center because as he sinks deep one more time, I fly over that invisible cliff and crash against the wave of sensation that he pulls out of me.

The climax is intense enough to have me seeing stars, and I pant hard as I try in vain to clench my legs together.

When it backs off slightly, I twist on the couch, trying to reach the erection I can see straining behind Dom's slacks.

He pulls back, and I meet his eyes, confused.

"This is about you, baby. I'm so not done making you come."

I smile, then shift up onto my elbows. "But what about you? I want to make you feel good, too."

"Later. You need a night that's all about your pleasure." Dom kisses my thigh, still parked between my legs. "For once, Chloe, don't worry about other people. Just enjoy."

I'm about to argue one more time when Dom's mouth is back on my pussy, his tongue going straight inside me and twirling.

Any plans I may have had fly out the window, and I'm seconds from coming again.

Fingers and lips work in tandem to stimulate every sensitive nerve, and I pinch my eyes shut as my body reels.

Dom is so fucking good at this, and to truly be the center of attention, to be treated like I'm actually wanted, is so damn wonderful, I'm nearly crying.

It's literally all I can do to just feel and savor the moment. The world around me disappears, and the burning fire in my veins flares in time with the thrusts of Dom's fingers.

I still can't believe this is happening. Dom is gorgeous and successful, and he's been this intriguing bad boy I've watched from afar for so long.

His thick body between my legs is a monument to a life of extreme physical activity, and I can't deny how incredibly attractive it is to know he's ready to take action on my behalf.

Dom doesn't just hide behind his status as a rich guy.

When I think it can't get any better, Dom reaches under me and yanks my hips up off the couch, holding me to his mouth as he drags his tongue torturously slow over every inch of me.

A single hand props up my hips as Dom uses the other to finger me. His tongue dances over my clit in incredible swirls and flicks as he thrusts deep.

I crash through another release, crying out into his penthouse as I'm overcome by the sensations.

Pumping hard to draw out the climax, Dom looks down at me as I completely fall apart.

"So fucking beautiful." He slides his fingers out to rub against my clit. "You look so stunning when you come for me."

The world slows down as the orgasm backs off, and Dom sets me down on the couch. I'm completely wrecked and beyond exhausted.

As I try to catch my breath, I feel him get off the couch, and I look up at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you get out of that ridiculous outfit."

He lifts me up into his arms like it's nothing, carrying me toward what I have to assume is his bedroom.

"Snag that." He gestures toward my bag with his head.

Grabbing it, I snuggle against his chest as he walks down the hall, and once inside the room, Dom does exactly as promised, helping me out of the destroyed clothing and into my tee and underwear.

It's all I have besides the jeans that won't exactly be comfortable for sleeping.

He cocks a brow. "Will you be warm enough?"

"Um, yeah." Sleep is already clawing at me, and I yawn. "I…sorry, wow, I can't really think right now."

He chuckles, and I grin at the sound.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Why don't you lie back and get comfy."

I turn over my shoulder and look at the pillow. It's practically calling my name, and I crawl toward it, flopping down.

"Hmm. So soft."

He laughs again, and then I hear the creak of the floor. "Okay, get some sleep."

I shoot up to see Dom moving toward the door.

"Wait!"

He abruptly stops, looking back at me with his brows raised.

"What?"

Heat floods my cheeks, but you know what? Screw it. I just let the guy eat me out like it was his last meal. I can ask for a simple favor.

"Would you, um…would you stay?"

The threat of impending nightmares clamps down on my spine, and I know I'm not hiding the desperation on my face.

Dom just stares for a moment, but then his expression softens, and he comes around to the other side of the bed. As he lies down next to me, he opens up his arm for me to snuggle close.

I take every advantage of that, wrapping my arm over his chest as I lay my head on him.

"Thank you." The words are small, quiet.

"Get some sleep. I'll be right here."