bull consumed with slaking his needs. He hadn’t even had the sense to put on a Goddamn condom, something he always did. He was usually more careful about his love-making and certainly performed with greater finesse.
She hadn’t looked up set, but she wasn’t exactly singing his praises either. In fact, it seemed she couldn’t wait to get away from him. Was that part of her bravado? Shit. They needed to talk. He needed to make sure she was all right. He took a step towards the door, determination straightening his spine. His gaze flicked down and he saw her torn panties laying on the ground. On impulse, he picked them up and stuffed them in his pocket. He couldn’t examine why he didn’t want to leave the memory of tonight behind.
Inside , the club seemed stuffy and suffocating. Swinging beams of light reflected off the walls and color splashed across Brad’s eyes, giving him an instant headache. He shouldered his way through the thick crowd in search of Chloe. He finally spotted her across the room, headed for the exit and accompanied by two of the nurses he’d recognized earlier.
Thankfully there was no sign of the fool who’d been hanging around her all night because he’d seriously have to hurt him. Brad was almost upon her when slender arms snaked their way around his shoulders and his steps faltered in surprise. He mentally cursed as Diane threw her body against his and planted a kiss on his cheek. She’d aimed for his lips, but he’d turned his head just in time to avoid her puckered red lips, and in time to lock gazes with Chloe right before she slipped out the door.
Inside the yellow cab, Chloe tilted her head back against the high-back leather seat. She closed her eyes and listened to Susan and Sally babble on about the evening. Apparently Susan had given the bartender Sally’s number and Sally was still undecided whether or not she’d go out with him if he called. She’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship. Chloe half listened as her mind returned to the alley behind the club. She felt physically and emotionally exhausted. She still couldn’t believe that she’d done it. She’d had sex with Dr. Markson—Brad. And it had been in-fucking-credible! No wonder Susan and Sally were always snickering and bantering about the joys of sex. She’d had no idea. Granted, it had been a long time for her, but she didn’t recall it being so immensely pleasurable, so profound. It didn’t even feel that good when she was alone.
She’d enjoyed Brad’s intensity and the way he’d pleasured and stroked her. Her channel seized with the memory of him inside her and she almost groaned aloud. She bit her lip. He must think her a total slut. She’d been the aggressor.
But he did seem to have enjoyed himself. Chloe couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips. He certainly hadn’t been repelled by her advances. In fact, he seemed to have difficulty resisting.
From repulsive to irresistible!
It was just sex, Chloe. He’s a man. He’d probably screw anyone! You practically threw yourself at him. You begged him. What was he supposed to do? And you were irresponsible…no protection.
Her inner voice chimed in. Always sober with reason, it warned her not to delude herself. It reminded her that she’d done nothing special and dulled her wonderful post-coital buzz. Chloe’s smile evolved to a frown and she chastised herself for her risky behavior. She also wondered if Brad had been able to tell just how inexperienced she was. She had no clue what she’d been doing. She’d fumbled her hands and lips all over him and he probably thought her a total spaz.
She’d been afraid to go back to his apartment, afraid that he’d quickly grow bored of her. He would have realized that beyond the initial excitement and spontaneity of the moment she was simply pedestrian. The beautiful women he dated were no doubt more sophisticated. By leaving, she could savor this capsulated memory, a moment in
She hadn’t looked up set, but she wasn’t exactly singing his praises either. In fact, it seemed she couldn’t wait to get away from him. Was that part of her bravado? Shit. They needed to talk. He needed to make sure she was all right. He took a step towards the door, determination straightening his spine. His gaze flicked down and he saw her torn panties laying on the ground. On impulse, he picked them up and stuffed them in his pocket. He couldn’t examine why he didn’t want to leave the memory of tonight behind.
Inside , the club seemed stuffy and suffocating. Swinging beams of light reflected off the walls and color splashed across Brad’s eyes, giving him an instant headache. He shouldered his way through the thick crowd in search of Chloe. He finally spotted her across the room, headed for the exit and accompanied by two of the nurses he’d recognized earlier.
Thankfully there was no sign of the fool who’d been hanging around her all night because he’d seriously have to hurt him. Brad was almost upon her when slender arms snaked their way around his shoulders and his steps faltered in surprise. He mentally cursed as Diane threw her body against his and planted a kiss on his cheek. She’d aimed for his lips, but he’d turned his head just in time to avoid her puckered red lips, and in time to lock gazes with Chloe right before she slipped out the door.
Inside the yellow cab, Chloe tilted her head back against the high-back leather seat. She closed her eyes and listened to Susan and Sally babble on about the evening. Apparently Susan had given the bartender Sally’s number and Sally was still undecided whether or not she’d go out with him if he called. She’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship. Chloe half listened as her mind returned to the alley behind the club. She felt physically and emotionally exhausted. She still couldn’t believe that she’d done it. She’d had sex with Dr. Markson—Brad. And it had been in-fucking-credible! No wonder Susan and Sally were always snickering and bantering about the joys of sex. She’d had no idea. Granted, it had been a long time for her, but she didn’t recall it being so immensely pleasurable, so profound. It didn’t even feel that good when she was alone.
She’d enjoyed Brad’s intensity and the way he’d pleasured and stroked her. Her channel seized with the memory of him inside her and she almost groaned aloud. She bit her lip. He must think her a total slut. She’d been the aggressor.
But he did seem to have enjoyed himself. Chloe couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips. He certainly hadn’t been repelled by her advances. In fact, he seemed to have difficulty resisting.
From repulsive to irresistible!
It was just sex, Chloe. He’s a man. He’d probably screw anyone! You practically threw yourself at him. You begged him. What was he supposed to do? And you were irresponsible…no protection.
Her inner voice chimed in. Always sober with reason, it warned her not to delude herself. It reminded her that she’d done nothing special and dulled her wonderful post-coital buzz. Chloe’s smile evolved to a frown and she chastised herself for her risky behavior. She also wondered if Brad had been able to tell just how inexperienced she was. She had no clue what she’d been doing. She’d fumbled her hands and lips all over him and he probably thought her a total spaz.
She’d been afraid to go back to his apartment, afraid that he’d quickly grow bored of her. He would have realized that beyond the initial excitement and spontaneity of the moment she was simply pedestrian. The beautiful women he dated were no doubt more sophisticated. By leaving, she could savor this capsulated memory, a moment in
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