The VIP Room by Crystal Kaswell, Lily Marie, Terra Wolf, Lauren Landish, Alexa Wilder, Emilia Winters, Layla Wilcox, Sarah Brooks, Kira Ward Page B
Authors: Crystal Kaswell, Lily Marie, Terra Wolf, Lauren Landish, Alexa Wilder, Emilia Winters, Layla Wilcox, Sarah Brooks, Kira Ward
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but my dream Chloe sucked me like she wasn’t afraid of my size. She took me deep and swallowed, letting the head of my cock into her throat. At the thought of how she’d look on her knees, her hungry eyes meeting mine, I came, my knees going weak as my orgasm painted the wall and was washed away.
I’d been stroking my cock to images of Chloe for months. But never after I’d just had her in my arms. If I didn’t fuck this up, maybe the next time I’d get the real thing. I finished my shower, pulled my boxers back on, and unlocked my door, leaving it open so I could hear if Chloe needed anything.
Then I pulled out the sofa bed and put on the sheets. When I was finally ready for sleep I did two last things. First, I called Axel and filled him in. He promised to get to work on finding Nolan immediately.
After I hung up, I left a message for Lola, my personal shopper. Like a lot of guys with busy jobs, I had a need for a professional wardrobe and no desire to shop. At the suggestion of my friend Dylan, I’d tried outsourcing my shopping to Lola at Neiman Marcus. She was a miracle. And she’d recently outfitted Dylan’s girlfriend with a whole new wardrobe.
Like Chloe, Dylan’s girl had curves. And Lola had known exactly how to dress them up. Chloe needed her. I didn’t care about the cost; I wanted Chloe to have whatever she needed. This was step two in my courtship.
I planned to use the excuse that she didn’t have anything at my house to wear. I left Lola a detailed description of Chloe, including her sizes, which I’d taken from the tag on her suit jacket and the shoes she’d abandoned in the kitchen. Sometime tomorrow I’d get a real start on my pursuit of Chloe. And maybe she’d forget all about tonight’s fuck-up. I could only hope.
Chapter 6
Chloe
W hen I finally fell asleep , I tossed and turned, haunted by vague dreams in which Nolan came home, beaten and scared, and then Sam showed up to take me away before I could find out what was wrong. I didn’t really pass out until just before dawn, then didn’t wake up for hours. Usually I was up with the sun whether I wanted to be or not. Normally, my body sensed day break and switched itself on, even if I’d just gotten to bed.
Sam’s room had heavy curtains along the wide, tall window. Very heavy curtains. They must have tricked my brain into thinking it was still night, because I slept until eleven. Sleep fell away slowly, and I rolled over in bed trying to get my bearings for a few minutes before I noticed the time. Realizing it was almost lunch, I bolted out of the bed and into the bathroom.
The heat of the shower soaked into me, calming me down as I rummaged through Sam’s shower for what I’d need. I’d found an unopened razor blade in a drawer, along with an unopened toothbrush. But I’d have to make do with his shampoo and other bath stuff. Squirting the shampoo into my palm I realized I had the source of the citrus side of Sam’s scent. Looking closer at the bottle I saw it was a combination shampoo/conditioner/body wash. I smiled and shook my head as I massaged in the lather.
Sam was rolling in money and he couldn’t be bothered to buy a separate shampoo and body wash. He’d grown his company into a huge success over the past ten years. By the time I’d joined Desert Vistas, they were already handling large scale developments in both Nevada and California. But Sam was still the same down-to-earth guy he’d always been.
Daniel had told me once that it didn’t seem to matter if he was in a tract home or his ten million dollar architectural marvel, a tux or his jeans. He was still Sam. He might have been able to afford the most expensive soap on earth, but he still bought the normal stuff everyone else got at the grocery store.
I dried off and tried not to enjoy smelling like Sam. I hoped he’d be back to normal today. We had a lot of things to do. Meeting with Axel, probably. We had to go back to my place to see if anything had
I’d been stroking my cock to images of Chloe for months. But never after I’d just had her in my arms. If I didn’t fuck this up, maybe the next time I’d get the real thing. I finished my shower, pulled my boxers back on, and unlocked my door, leaving it open so I could hear if Chloe needed anything.
Then I pulled out the sofa bed and put on the sheets. When I was finally ready for sleep I did two last things. First, I called Axel and filled him in. He promised to get to work on finding Nolan immediately.
After I hung up, I left a message for Lola, my personal shopper. Like a lot of guys with busy jobs, I had a need for a professional wardrobe and no desire to shop. At the suggestion of my friend Dylan, I’d tried outsourcing my shopping to Lola at Neiman Marcus. She was a miracle. And she’d recently outfitted Dylan’s girlfriend with a whole new wardrobe.
Like Chloe, Dylan’s girl had curves. And Lola had known exactly how to dress them up. Chloe needed her. I didn’t care about the cost; I wanted Chloe to have whatever she needed. This was step two in my courtship.
I planned to use the excuse that she didn’t have anything at my house to wear. I left Lola a detailed description of Chloe, including her sizes, which I’d taken from the tag on her suit jacket and the shoes she’d abandoned in the kitchen. Sometime tomorrow I’d get a real start on my pursuit of Chloe. And maybe she’d forget all about tonight’s fuck-up. I could only hope.
Chapter 6
Chloe
W hen I finally fell asleep , I tossed and turned, haunted by vague dreams in which Nolan came home, beaten and scared, and then Sam showed up to take me away before I could find out what was wrong. I didn’t really pass out until just before dawn, then didn’t wake up for hours. Usually I was up with the sun whether I wanted to be or not. Normally, my body sensed day break and switched itself on, even if I’d just gotten to bed.
Sam’s room had heavy curtains along the wide, tall window. Very heavy curtains. They must have tricked my brain into thinking it was still night, because I slept until eleven. Sleep fell away slowly, and I rolled over in bed trying to get my bearings for a few minutes before I noticed the time. Realizing it was almost lunch, I bolted out of the bed and into the bathroom.
The heat of the shower soaked into me, calming me down as I rummaged through Sam’s shower for what I’d need. I’d found an unopened razor blade in a drawer, along with an unopened toothbrush. But I’d have to make do with his shampoo and other bath stuff. Squirting the shampoo into my palm I realized I had the source of the citrus side of Sam’s scent. Looking closer at the bottle I saw it was a combination shampoo/conditioner/body wash. I smiled and shook my head as I massaged in the lather.
Sam was rolling in money and he couldn’t be bothered to buy a separate shampoo and body wash. He’d grown his company into a huge success over the past ten years. By the time I’d joined Desert Vistas, they were already handling large scale developments in both Nevada and California. But Sam was still the same down-to-earth guy he’d always been.
Daniel had told me once that it didn’t seem to matter if he was in a tract home or his ten million dollar architectural marvel, a tux or his jeans. He was still Sam. He might have been able to afford the most expensive soap on earth, but he still bought the normal stuff everyone else got at the grocery store.
I dried off and tried not to enjoy smelling like Sam. I hoped he’d be back to normal today. We had a lot of things to do. Meeting with Axel, probably. We had to go back to my place to see if anything had
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