Chloe and Luke in the Neon Glow

Chapter 1

The city lights bled through the slats of the hotel blinds, painting Chloe’s curvy form in stripes of neon blue and white. She stood by the window, completely nude, the cool glass a sharp contrast to the heat simmering under her skin. Her round ass was a perfect, pale curve in the dim light, and she ran a hand over her shaved mound, a low hum of anticipation in her throat.

Luke watched her from the bed, his muscular frame stretched out on the crisp sheets. The sight of her, so openly hungry, sent a jolt straight to his core. His blue eyes tracked the movement of her hand, the playful glint in them hardening into something more intense. “Getting started without me?” His voice was a low rumble, stripped of any gentle preamble. This was their language tonight—raw and direct.

“Just warming up the engine,” Chloe purred, turning. Her brown hair was tousled, falling around her shoulders. She met his gaze, her own expression a mirror of his adventurous, horny energy. There was no shyness, only the electric crackle of mutual want. “Thought you might want a show.”

He was off the bed in a fluid, athletic motion, crossing the room to stand behind her. His hands, large and sure, settled on the generous swell of her hips. He didn’t speak, just pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the hard line of his erection through his boxers. His shaved head dipped, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claim.

“Show’s over,” he growled against her skin. “Now we get to the main event.”

Chloe gasped, a genuine shiver running through her as his dominant presence enveloped her. She pushed back against him, her round ass grinding into his hips. “Talk dirty to me,” she demanded, her voice already breathy. “Tell me what you’re gonna do.”

One hand slid around her stomach, dipping lower. His fingers, blunt and purposeful, found her shaved lips, already slick with her arousal. He traced her opening, making her jerk. “I’m gonna finger-fuck you right here while you watch the city,” he said, his tone brutally matter-of-fact. “Then I’m gonna bend you over that desk and take you from behind so hard you forget your own name. And when I’m done with that tight little ass of yours, you’re gonna ride my face until you scream.”

The graphic promise was all the permission she needed. Chloe’s head fell back against his shoulder as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right. A ragged moan tore from her lips. “Yes… fuck, Luke, just like that.”

He worked her with his hand, his other arm banded around her torso, holding her upright as her knees threatened to buckle. The dirty talk continued, a filthy, seamless stream that stoked the fire higher. He described in crude, exquisite detail how he would pound into her, the slap of skin, the way he’d make her come. Each word was a brand on her overheated mind.

When her breathing became frantic, he withdrew his fingers, shiny with her wetness, and spun her around. There was no tenderness in his kiss—it was all teeth and tongue and shared hunger. He walked her backwards until the edge of the heavy wooden desk hit the back of her thighs.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, his playful smirk now a mask of pure carnal intent. “Now.”

Chloe obeyed instantly, the submissive position a thrilling contrast to her own fierce desire. She presented herself to him, that round ass lifted high, her shaved pussy glistening and exposed. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide and dark. “Don’t be gentle.”

He wasn’t. He freed himself, not bothering to fully undress, and guided his thick length to her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Chloe cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as he began to move. The pace was punishing from the start, each drive of his hips slamming her into the desk, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. He gripped her hips, his fingers sure to leave bruises, holding her steady for his relentless rhythm. This was what they craved—the extreme, the raw connection, the hardcore fuck that erased everything else. The night was just beginning, and the desk was only their first stop.

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Chapter 2

Breathing hard, Luke pulled out of her, the sudden emptiness making Chloe whimper. He smacked her round ass, a sharp, possessive crack. “On the bed. Now. I want to see all of you.”

Chloe scrambled onto the king-sized mattress, her body humming. She watched, her dark eyes hungry, as Luke went to his bag and pulled out a small black pouch. He tossed it to her. “Put it on.”

Her fingers trembled with excitement as she unzipped it. Inside was the lingerie: sleek black thigh-highs and a slip dress of whispering silk. “You planned this,” she said, her voice husky.

“Every fucking second,” he growled, watching her strip off the nothing she was wearing and step into the stockings. The silk dress slithered over her curves, clinging to her breasts and flaring at her hips. She left the panties off, just as he’d intended. The sight of her, dressed in sinful black but fundamentally exposed, made his cock twitch.

“Come here,” he commanded, lying back against the pillows.

She climbed over him, her thighs straddling his head, her slick, shaved pussy hovering inches from his mouth. He gripped her hips, guiding her down as he took his thick length in his hand, offering it up to her lips. “69, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

Chloe didn’t hesitate. She took him into her mouth, swallowing him deep, her throat working around him. A low groan vibrated through Luke’s chest as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. He answered by surging upward, his tongue finding her clit in a broad, wet stroke.

“Oh god, yes,” Chloe moaned, the words muffled around his cock. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass, her nails digging into his thighs. “Talk to me, Luke. Please, talk dirty to me while you eat me.”

He pulled his mouth away just enough to speak, his breath hot on her dripping flesh. “I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy,” he snarled, before diving back in, his tongue fucking into her with brutal precision. “You taste like you were made for my mouth. You gonna come all over my face, you greedy slut?”

“Yes! Yes, just like that!” she cried, her hips starting to jerk against his mouth.

Luke slid two fingers inside her, curling them hard against her front wall. He finger-fucked her with relentless, punishing strokes, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. “You’re drenching my hand,” he growled, scissoring his fingers, stretching her. “You’re gonna squirt for me. I can feel you clenching. Do it. Soak me.”

The pressure built, a coil snapping tight in Chloe’s core. His words, his fingers, his tongue—it was too much. “Luke, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Let it go!” he ordered, burying his face between her legs.

With a shattered scream, Chloe climaxed. A hot, gushing wave of her release splashed over his chin, his mouth, his nose. He held her there, drinking her in, letting her squirt all over him until she was trembling and spent.

Gasping, she slid off him, her body boneless. But her eyes were still blazing. She pushed him onto his back and crawled between his legs, taking his rock-hard, glistening cock back into her hands. “My turn,” she whispered, before engulfing him whole.

She deep-throated him effortlessly, taking every inch until his tip hit the back of her throat. She held it there, her eyes watering, before pulling back with a wet pop. “You taste like me,” she panted, then dove down again, establishing a ruthless rhythm.

“Fuck, Chloe… I’m close,” Luke grunted, his hands fisting in her hair.

“Come on my face,” she begged, pulling off to look up at him, her lips swollen, her chin shiny with her own juices. “Mark me. I want it.”

That was all it took. With a roar, Luke’s orgasm ripped through him. The first thick rope of cum shot across her cheek. The second hit her lips. The third and fourth painted stripes over her closed eyelids. The fifth landed on her forehead, and the sixth, a final, pulsing jet, splattered across the bridge of her nose and her parted lips.

Breathless, spent, he watched her. Chloe smiled, a wicked, satisfied curve of her mouth, and slowly licked a stray drop from her lip. “Six,” she breathed, her voice full of awe. “You counted.”

He pulled her up, kissing her deeply, tasting himself mixed with her. “Always,” he said against her mouth. They collapsed together in a tangled, sticky heap, the neon city lights still painting their skin, the night finally, completely, theirs.

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Chapter 3

Breathing hard, Chloe wiped the sticky streaks from her cheeks with the back of her hand. Her eyes were dark pools of pure want, reflecting the city's neon glow. “Now,” she panted, crawling over his still-heaving chest, her silk dress sliding against his skin. “I want you to finger fuck me. Just like before. Harder.”

Luke grinned, that dominant, playful smirk. He pulled her down beside him, rolling so he was propped above her. He hooked his fingers into the thin straps of her slip dress and tore it down, baring her breasts. “My little slut wants to get wrecked again?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” she moaned, arching her back. “Talk nasty to me while you do it. Tell me how bad I am.”

He settled between her thighs, spreading them wide. His blue eyes locked on hers as he brought his hand to her soaked, shaved pussy. Two fingers pressed at her entrance, then plunged deep in one brutal stroke.

Chloe cried out, her body bowing off the bed. “Oh god! Just like that!”

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled, setting a punishing rhythm, his fingers pistoning in and out of her with hard, slapping thrusts. The sound was obscenely wet, filling the room. “You’re my greedy little slut, taking my fingers so deep. You want to squirt all over my hand again, don’t you?”

“Yes! I want to! Make me squirt, Luke! Please!” she begged, her hips bucking wildly to meet every drive of his hand. He added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with relentless force.

“Come on, then,” he snarled, his voice raw. “Soak me. Let it go.”

His thumb found her clit, pressing hard circles. The combined assault was too much. With a shattered scream, Chloe’s body seized. A hot, gushing flood erupted from her, drenching his hand and wrist, pooling on the sheets beneath her. She trembled violently through the waves of her climax.

As she came down, gasping, a wicked smile played on her lips. She pushed his hand away, her own sliding down his stomach to wrap around his rock-hard cock. “My turn,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I’m gonna tease this beautiful cock. Then I’m gonna jack you off until you explode all over my face.”

She began to stroke him, slow and tight, her thumb swiping over the slick head. “Tell me how bad you want to cover me,” she purred, her other hand cupping his balls.

“I want to paint your pretty face with my cum,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into her fist. “I want to see it dripping off your chin, your lips, your eyelids.”

“That’s what I want,” she breathed, speeding her hand, her grip firm and perfect. “I want your massive load. Give it to me. Cover my face in your cum, baby. Then…” She leaned close, her breath hot on his ear. “Then I want you to fuck me with it still all over me. I want your cock in my wet pussy so deep, fucking me with your loads on my face.”

Her dirty talk, her expert hand, the visual she painted—it pushed him to the edge. “I’m gonna come, Chloe!”

“Do it! Now!” she demanded, positioning herself on her knees before him, her face tilted up, eyes wide and hungry.

With a raw, guttural roar, Luke’s orgasm tore through him. The first thick, hot rope of cum splashed across her cheek. The second shot over her lips. The third and fourth painted stripes across her closed eyes. The fifth landed on her forehead, and a final, pulsing jet hit the bridge of her nose, dripping down.

She laughed, a breathless, euphoric sound, and slowly licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. “Six,” she sighed. “Perfect.”

Without wiping it away, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Her cum-slicked face was a glistening, erotic mask. She guided his cock to her drenched opening. “Now fuck me,” she commanded, sinking down onto him in one slow, devastating motion, taking him to the hilt. “Fuck your slut with your loads on my face.”

He thrust up into her, and they moved together in a frantic, perfect rhythm, her juices mixing with the cum on her skin, the hotel room echoing with their cries until they both shattered once more.

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Chapter 4

Her cum was a drying, sticky mask on her face, but her eyes were alive with fresh, raw hunger. She slid off him, her silk dress a puddle around her waist, and stood beside the bed. The neon light traced the firm, perfect curves of her enhanced breasts straining against the silk, and gleamed on the black thigh-highs hugging her legs. She stepped into her discarded heels, the sharp click on the hotel floor a declaration.

“Look at me,” Chloe commanded, her voice a low, husky promise. She ran her hands over her body, cupping her own tits, her thumbs brushing the hard nipples through the fabric. “This is what you get to wreck. I’m dressed like your perfect fucking slut, and I want you to ruin me.”

Luke pushed up on his elbows, his cock thick and eager against his stomach. “Tell me exactly what you want, baby.”

“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name,” she said, walking slowly to the edge of the bed, her heels making her tower over him. “I want you to pound my pussy until I scream. I want to feel you so deep it hurts in the best way. And I want your hot cum all over my face again. I want to taste it and wear it while you’re still inside me.”

Her nasty talk was a live wire straight to his core. “Get over here,” he growled.

She didn’t obey. Instead, she turned, presenting that round ass in the sheer black stockings, and bent over the foot of the bed. The silk dress rode up, revealing her completely bare, glistening folds. “Take me like this. Right now. And don’t you dare be gentle.”

He was off the bed in a flash. He positioned himself behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his cock to her soaked entrance. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he snarled, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

Chloe screamed, a sound of pure ecstasy, her fingers clawing at the duvet. “Yes! God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck your slut!”

He set a punishing pace from the start, each drive of his hips slamming into her with enough force to rock the bed frame. The sound of skin on skin, of his balls slapping against her, was obscenely loud. He gripped both her hips, holding her steady for his relentless rhythm.

“You love this, don’t you?” he grunted, pounding into her. “You love taking my cock this deep.”

“I love it! I love it, Luke! I’m your slut, your fucktoy! Wreck this pussy!” she cried, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust.

He could feel the telltale tightness coiling in his balls, the electric rush climbing his spine. “I’m gonna come, Chloe. I’m gonna cover that pretty face.”

“Do it! Pull out and paint me!” she begged, her voice breaking. “Give me your load! I want it all!”

With a final, searing thrust, he pulled out of her dripping heat. He spun her around, his hand wrapping around his shaft. She dropped to her knees before him, her face tilted up, her eyes wide and begging, her lips parted.

His orgasm erupted. The first thick rope of cum splashed across her cheek. The second shot over her lips and chin. The third and fourth painted hot stripes across her closed eyelids. The fifth landed on her forehead, and a final, pulsing jet hit the bridge of her nose, dripping down onto her smiling mouth.

She shuddered, a low moan of satisfaction vibrating in her throat as she felt the heat of his release on her skin. She slowly licked a stray drop from her lip, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him, glazed with bliss.

He pulled her up, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her. They collapsed onto the tangled sheets, a sweaty, sticky, sated tangle of limbs. He held her close, his hand stroking her hair as their breathing slowly evened out, the city’ silent witness to their raw, perfect union.

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Chapter 5

Before Chloe could take another breath, Luke’s strong hands were on her hips. He flipped her onto her stomach with a single, powerful motion, the sheets rough against her skin. He knelt between her legs, his hands spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her tight, untouched hole to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

He pressed the thick, slick head of his cock against her asshole, a firm, insistent pressure. “You wanted it hardcore,” he growled, his voice raw with dominance. “Now you’re getting my cock in that tight ass while I finger your pussy.”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” Chloe cried into the mattress, pushing back against him. “Please, Luke! Fuck me in the ass! Pound my ass like there’s no tomorrow! I want it all!”

He didn’t make her wait. Spitting into his hand, he slicked his length and her tight ring, then began to push forward. The initial stretch was intense, a burning fullness that made her gasp. He worked himself in slowly, inch by brutal inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her hot, clenching channel.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, burying his face between her shoulder blades for a second as he let them both adjust.

Then he moved. Pulling almost all the way out, he drove back in with a hard, deep thrust that stole her breath. He set a relentless, pounding rhythm from the start, each slam of his hips jolting her body up the bed. The slap of his skin against her round ass filled the room.

True to his word, his hand slid beneath her. His fingers found her dripping pussy, already swollen and eager. He pushed two fingers inside her front hole, curling them to stroke that sweet spot in time with his thrusts into her ass.

“Oh my god!” Chloe screamed, the dual penetration overwhelming her senses. “You’re fucking both holes! You’re wrecking me! Don’t stop! Harder!”

He obeyed, his pace becoming savage. He fucked her ass with deep, punishing strokes, his fingers pistoning in and out of her slick pussy. The filthy, wet sounds of their joining were obscene music. “You take my cock so good in this tight little ass,” he snarled. “You’re my perfect slut.”

“I’m gonna come!” she shrieked, the coil in her belly pulled impossibly taut. “I’m gonna come from you fucking my ass!”

“Do it,” he commanded, hammering into her. “Come on my cock. Then I’m gonna fill this ass up. I’m gonna pump you so full of my cum it overflows.”

That was the final trigger. Her body convulsed, a violent, screaming orgasm tearing through her as he continued to pound her ass and finger her pussy without mercy. She clenched around him, milking his cock deep inside her.

Feeling her climax, Luke lost all control. With a final, guttural roar, he slammed home and held there, buried to the hilt. His release erupted inside her—hot, thick pulses of cum flooding her tight channel. He fucked his load deeper into her with short, sharp jerks of his hips, filling her up until she felt a warm, wet trickle escape where they were joined, overflowing just as he’d promised.

He collapsed over her, both of them breathless and spent. After a moment, he gently pulled out, a fresh stream of his release leaking from her well-used hole onto the sheets beneath them. He kissed her shoulder softly.

“Told you I’d fill you up,” he murmured into her skin.

Chloe could only hum in sated agreement, completely wrecked and utterly perfect.

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Chapter 6

Before either of them could fully recover, the sharp ring of the hotel phone sliced through their heavy breathing. Chloe flinched, a giggle catching in her throat. Luke, still draped over her, grinned wickedly against her shoulder.

“Ignore it,” he murmured, his hips giving a slow, deliberate grind against her swollen ass.

The phone rang again, insistent. Chloe reached a trembling hand toward the nightstand. “Might… might be important,” she panted, answering on the third ring. “H-hello?”

A polite male voice came through the receiver. “Good evening, this is the front desk. We’re just checking if you require any additional towels or amenities this evening?”

Luke saw his opportunity. As Chloe tried to compose her voice, he shifted behind her, his cock, already hardening again, nudging against her slick, well-used entrance. He pushed in with one smooth, deep stroke, filling her completely.

“Oh!” Chloe gasped into the phone, her back arching. She shot a wide-eyed look over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” the clerk asked.

“Y-yes! Perfect!” she stammered, her voice strained as Luke began a slow, torturous rhythm. “We’re… we’re just fine. Thank you for checking.”

Luke leaned close, his breath hot in her ear. “Tell him yes,” he whispered, his thrusts gaining force. “Tell him we need all the towels he’s got.”

Chloe moaned, struggling to keep her voice level. “You know what? Extra towels… would be wonderful. Thank you so much.”

“Very good. We’ll send some right up.”

The moment she fumbled the phone back into its cradle, Luke’s playful dominance vanished, replaced by pure, driving need. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and fucked into her with hard, claiming strokes. “Trying to hide me, you dirty girl?” he snarled. “Let the whole hotel hear who owns this pussy.”

“They’ll hear!” she cried, pushing back against him, meeting every slam. “Fuck, Luke, just like that! Don’t stop!”

He was a piston, driving her toward the edge with relentless efficiency. The coil in her belly snapped back tight, a screaming pressure building with every deep penetration. “I’m gonna come!” she shrieked, her body starting to shake. “I’m gonna come on your cock!”

“Do it,” he commanded, his own breath coming in ragged grunts. “Scream for me. Then I’m filling you up again.”

That was all she needed. A second, cataclysmic orgasm exploded through her, wracking her body with violent tremors as she clenched around his thrusting length. Her cry was raw and unfiltered, echoing off the hotel walls.

Feeling her convulse around him pushed Luke over the brink. With a final, guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and held, his release erupting inside her in hot, pulsing jets. He ground into her, pumping his seed deep as she milked him through the last waves of her climax.

A firm knock at the door froze them in their sated, joined heap.

They exchanged a look of pure, devious shock. Luke slowly pulled out, a fresh trickle of his cum leaking onto her thigh. Wrapping a sheet around his waist, he went to the door, cracking it open just enough.

Standing there was a stunning blonde woman in a sharply tailored skirt suit. The professional attire contrasted wildly with the sheer black thigh highs that hugged her toned, muscular legs. She held a stack of fluffy white towels, her expression cool and unreadable. Her gaze drifted past Luke, taking in the disheveled room and Chloe’s flushed, naked form on the bed.

“Your towels, sir,” she said, her voice a low, smooth alto.

Luke took them, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Thanks. We made a bit of a mess.”

The woman’s lips quirked in the faintest smile. “I can see that. Enjoy your evening.” Her eyes met Chloe’s for a charged second before she turned and walked away, the click of her heels fading down the hall.

Luke shut the door, locking it. He tossed the towels onto a chair and crawled back onto the bed, gathering Chloe into his arms. She nestled against him, completely spent, utterly satisfied, and buzzing with the thrilling possibility of what—or who—might come next.

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Chapter 7

The door clicked shut, sealing them back in their private haze. Chloe stared at the spot where the blonde had stood, her heart hammering against Luke’s chest. “Who was that?” she breathed, the words dripping with a curiosity that had nothing to do with towels.

Luke’s hand slid down her stomach, his fingers finding her slick, swollen pussy with unerring accuracy. He pushed two inside her in one smooth, claiming stroke, making her gasp. “Front desk manager, I’d guess,” he rumbled, his lips at her ear. “You were eye-fucking her the whole time, you greedy slut.”

“She was… she was looking at me, too,” Chloe panted, her hips circling against his hand. “Did you see her legs? Those thighs…”

“I saw.” Luke’s fingers curled, pumping in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic sound. “You wanna know what I’m thinking?” His voice dropped to a filthy whisper. “I’m thinking we call down, ask if ‘room service’ does special deliveries. I’m thinking I bend her over that chair while you watch, then I feed you her pretty little shaved pussy for dessert. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Seeing her squirm on my cock while you taste her?”

The graphic image, narrated in his raw, dominating tone, sent a violent shudder through Chloe. She reached back, one hand gripping his thigh, the other coming up to knead her own breast, pinching a nipple hard. “Luke… yes. God, yes. I want that. I want to taste her.” The confession tumbled out, desperate and new. “I’ve never… I want to eat pussy. I want to eat *hers*.”

Her admission ignited something primal in him. He added a third finger, stretching her, finger-fucking her with a brutal pace that matched the heat of his words. “You want your first time to be with some blonde stranger I fuck in our bed? You’re dirtier than I dreamed.”

“Please,” she begged, her composure shattering. “Call her. Get her back up here. I need it. I need to do it right now.”

With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, Luke withdrew. He grabbed the hotel phone, his eyes locked on Chloe’s feverish face. He dialed the front desk, his voice a mask of casual command when the same smooth alto answered. “Hi, it’s 1412 again. We have a… special request. Could you personally bring up a bottle of your best champagne? Immediately.” A pause, a low, confident reply from the other end. “Perfect.”

He hung up and was on her before the phone hit the cradle. Pushing her onto her back, he spread her legs wide and buried his face between them, his tongue lashing her clit with rough, hungry strokes. Chloe cried out, her hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples as he ate her out with single-minded intensity.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for us,” he growled against her wet flesh, his tongue driving her higher. “You’re gonna lick her clean while I fuck her from behind. You’re gonna make her come on your tongue while you watch her take my cock. And when she’s screaming, I’m gonna pull out and finish all over both of your pretty faces.”

The knock came just as Chloe’s orgasm ripped through her, a silent, breathless convulsion that arched her off the bed. Luke rose, wiping his mouth, his hard cock jutting out as he strode to the door, utterly exposed.

He opened it. The blonde stood there, holding a silver ice bucket with a bottle. Her cool eyes took in the scene—Luke naked and erect, Chloe sprawled and glistening on the rumpled sheets, the air thick with sex.

Luke didn’t reach for the champagne. He leaned against the doorframe, a wicked, inviting smile on his face. “Change of plans. The champagne can wait. Why don’t you come in?”

The blonde’s professional mask slipped, revealing a hungry, answering smirk. She stepped across the threshold, setting the bucket down without a glance. Her eyes found Chloe’s. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

Chloe sat up, her body thrumming with nervous, electric desire. She looked from the woman’s powerful legs to her confident gaze. “Hi,” she whispered, then louder, braver. “I really want to taste you.”

The blonde began unbuttoning her suit jacket, never breaking eye contact. “I know you do.”

Luke shut the door, locking the world out. The game had changed, and the climax was just beginning for all three.