Lip Service [Private Relations 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Twenty minutes later, she threw the remnants of breakfast in the trash can as she started back toward the hotel. Taking the long path around it, she slid off her shoes and stepped onto the beach. Using her camera phone, she took a picture of her feet half-buried in the sand and posted it to Facebook. After taking a few more pictures, she walked along the shoreline for a few moments. Deciding it was time to explore more than the beach, she wandered back to the hotel.

  Rinsing her feet, she slid back into the sandals and walked toward the shops. She poked through them for a little bit, snickering to herself over some of the prices, and kept wandering the grounds. Eventually, she stumbled onto the spa and decided that she knew exactly how she was going to spend the rest of her day. Purchasing a package that included a scrub, facial and massage, she waited the thirty minutes for her appointment, texting Sara and grabbing another cup of coffee.

  It was small of her to brag, but at the same time, it was also her vacation. If you couldn’t brag about your awesome vacation, what could you brag about?

  Four hours later, Chloe left the spa glowing and feeling incredibly relaxed. She stopped and had a snack on the sun deck. Glancing at her phone, she realized it was almost two thirty now. Heading back to the room, she grabbed the book she brought along and stretched out to read.

  About thirty minutes later, she heard a beep and the door handle, then saw Chris walk into the room. He smiled when he saw her and said, “Hey, you. Have a good day?”

  Nodding, she said, “Yeah. You?”

  She watched as he set his briefcase aside and took off his suit jacket. Tossing it on the back of a chair, he tugged at the knot in his tie and stripped out of his dress clothes.

  He considered her appearance for a moment and then said, “You have a bit of a glow.”

  Smiling, she said, “Spa.”

  He lay down next to her, his head propped up on his arm and asked, “Would you hate me if I napped for an hour?”

  Shaking her head, she said, “Not at all. By the way, I made some plans for nine-ish tonight for us. Hope you don’t mind.”

  Tilting his head, he asked, “What kind of plans?”

  “The hotel does this thing where they rent these little private bonfires where you roast marshmallows and drink champagne. My masseuse told me about it at the spa this afternoon,” she said.

  “Sounds perfect. We can have dinner and do that. A low-key night,” he said, sleepily.

  Reaching out, she ran her hand through his hair and said, “Kay. Enjoy your nap.”

  He reached up and took the hand that was stroking through his hair, pressed a kiss to her knuckles, then placed it back in his hair. A moment later, his eyelids closed, a slight smile playing over his lips.

  She took that as a sign to keep running her hand through his hair. She watched him for a moment, and could tell he dropped off to sleep almost immediately. Setting her book to the side, she stretched out next to him.

  Thinking back to the conversation she’d had with the masseuse earlier today, she smiled. As she’d been working on the knots in her shoulders, the woman had been friendly. She’d asked the requisite questions. Business or pleasure? Are you enjoying your stay?

  Chloe wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she was really relaxed or if it was just that this person was a non-biased third party. She found herself discussing Chris and all the changes that had taken place in their friendship recently. The woman had smiled and said, “Ah, young love.”

  Chloe had dismissed it at the time, but, lying next to him now, she thought, “Maybe.”

  Chloe sifted through the evidence in her brain and decided that the jury was still out. She’d never had such an intense physical connection to anyone, but it was more than that. There was something about the way they interacted with each other and the conversations they had. She’d never had that level of intimacy with anyone.

  She didn’t know whether it was the fact they already had a friendship and knew so much about one another or if there was something special here. He’d given her a key to his place. They were on vacation together, for god’s sake. Things seemed to be moving quickly between them, and normally she’d freak out but it just seemed right.

  Deciding that there was no particular reason to search for any meaning in anything yet, she sighed. She wasn’t ready to travel down this road yet anyway. She much preferred the idea of just enjoying things as they were. Closing her eyes, she drifted to sleep on that thought.

  Chris must have moved toward her in his sleep because when she woke up, he had his arm wrapped around her waist. She tried to slide out from underneath it, when she realized he was still asleep, but failed miserably. He stirred after a moment and mumbled, “Hey,” with a smile on his face, then added, “What time is it?”

  Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, she said, “Five thirteen.”

  Blinking, he said, “Wow. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep so long.”

  “I napped, too. I didn’t get much sleep last night either. I couldn’t go back to bed after you left,” Chloe said, yawning.

  Reaching out now, he rubbed a hand down her arm and said, “Your skin is really soft. More so than usual. Spa?”

  Nodding, she stood up and stretched, then asked, “Do you want to get room service? I’m starved right now.”

  Sitting up now, he said, “No, no. Let me change into something and we’ll go out and get dinner. Can we do something casual?”

  “Of course. I don’t do fancy pretty much as a rule,” she said, smirking.

  “My kinda girl,” he said as he stood and moved toward his suitcase. Pulling out a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt, he started to change.

  Chloe moved into the bathroom, putting on some lip balm and brushing her hair. It had become slightly tangled during her nap. As she was clipping it up, Chris moved into the bathroom behind her.

  He wrapped his arms around her and asked, “Almost ready?”

  Nodding, she said, “Shoes, sweater, and purse. Then I’m ready.”

  A few minutes later, they walked out of the room and headed down toward the main lobby. Stopping at the concierge desk, they got a recommendation for a local pub that was supposed to be pretty decent. Chloe was already dreaming about the burger that the woman at the desk had described.

  A short walk later, they were immediately seated in a dimly lit corner booth. The place was about half-full. It reminded her a little bit of Greeley’s, but maybe with a little more character. There was British memorabilia hanging everywhere.

  They both ordered a drink when the waiter came by with the menus. Both deciding on the cheddar bacon burger, they placed their dinner orders and sipped on their drinks.

  Chris looked around the bar and patted the seat next to him. Chloe scooted around the circular booth until they were next to each other and looked at him curiously.

  “I think,” he said, grinning, “we’re about to cross another item off your bucket list.”

  Intrigued now, she said, “Oh really?”

  Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against hers, then said, “Go to the ladies room and take off your panties. Unless you can manage it here.”

  Raising her eyebrow, she asked, “Was that a challenge?”

  Chris smirked at her.

  Chloe was glad that the booth was tucked into a corner. There weren’t any table cloths but it was unlikely anyone would be able to see anything. She shifted slightly, taking in the growing dinner crowd, then discreetly wiggled out of her panties.

  Moving them to her purse, she said, “Mission accomplished.”

  He put his hand on her thigh and said, “Public enough?”

  “I would say so,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

  She felt him slowly raise the hem of her skirt and trail his fingers against the skin of her inner thigh. Tracing light circles, he teased her for a few minutes. He began to talk about his meeting, and how that had gone.

  From the second she had removed her panties, she was on edge. She
wasn’t really focused entirely on what he was saying. When he asked, “Chloe?” she finally realized he had been asking her a question.

  “Hmm?” she asked.

  “Tell me about your day,” he said, stroking his fingers across her damp folds now, still teasing her.

  On an exhale of breath, she said, “I walked around for a little bit and got some breakfast, then went to the spa. It was really relaxing.”

  His hand stopped moving for a second, and he asked, “What did you do at the spa?”

  “I got a—” Chloe broke off as he parted her folds now and made direct contact with her clit.

  Swirling two fingers slowly around it, he asked, “You got a…?”

  Breathing a little heavily now, she said, “I got a massage, a facial, and a sugar scrub. That’s why my skin is so soft.”

  A flush crept up her chest now. She could feel her nipples tighten and abrade against the inside of her bra as she shifted slightly.

  “Tell me more about the spa,” he said.

  For the next few minutes, in stilted words, she began to describe the spa to him. The colors, the soft music that had been playing, the nice woman who had given her the suggestion about the marshmallow roasting. All the while, she could feel her body tensing as his fingers kept up the same, steady rhythm against her moist flesh.

  Listening with interest, he continued to rub, applying more pressure now and said, “What did you do after the spa?”

  Shifting her hips restlessly now, she bit back a moan and answered, “I had a snack on the sun deck then went back to the room.”

  She could feel the lower half of her body shamelessly rubbing against his hand, but she was totally unable to stop herself now. Whimpering softly, she bit down on her lip.

  “Sounds like you had a great afternoon. Did you explore the beach at all?” he asked, conversationally, as he increased both the pressure and speed of his fingers against her swollen nub.

  Panting audibly now, she tried to focus on the words and was eventually able to stutter out that she had, saying, “For a minute this morning before the spa. I took some pictures.”

  Closing her eyes now, Chloe tilted her head back. She could feel herself on the verge of exploding. The combination of doing something like this in such a public place, and the feel of his hand now firmly pressing and swirling against her clit, was indescribable.

  Chris moved his other hand to her chin and brought her head back down. Turning her chin toward him, he roughly said, “Chloe. You know I like to look someone in the eye when I’m having a conversation. Open your eyes and tell me more about the beach.”

  Letting out an audible groan, she obeyed. Barely able to form the words now, she moaned, “It was—” and then broke off speaking as he pressed his mouth to hers. She came, crying out loudly against his lips as she rubbed herself sinuously against his hand.

  Releasing her lips when she stopped moaning, he continued to stroke her lightly until her hips stilled.

  She was leaning back against the booth now, and breathing heavily.

  He removed his hand, sliding her skirt down, and then brought it out from underneath the table. Subtly, he stuck the fingers that had been inside her a moment ago into his mouth.

  “I love how you taste,” he said.

  Sliding out of the booth, he said, “Be right back.”

  Excusing herself the moment Chris returned, she cleaned up in the restroom, then made her way back out to the table, wearing panties again. She slid back into the booth and around to sit next to him.

  “Wow.”

  Leaning over he placed light kisses on her lips and jawline. Barely lifting his mouth, he said, “I need to be inside you as soon as possible. Can we get this to go?”

  “Yes, please,” she said, not even close to sated. She turned her face to kiss him, and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

  When the waiter appeared at their table a moment later, plates in hand, neither of them noticed until he cleared his throat.

  They broke apart and Chris said, “Hey, man. Sorry about this. Can we get those to go? Plans changed. And a check?”

  The waiter grinned at them, very aware of how the plans had changed, and said, “No problem. Be right back with it.”

  They went back to kissing, no longer concerned with who might be watching, as they waited for their food. When the waiter arrived at the table, he set the to-go containers on the table along with a bag and set the check on top of the boxes.

  He smirked again, then said, “Take your time, folks.”

  Breaking the kiss, Chris grabbed the check, and glanced at it. Digging two twenties out of his wallet, he stuck them in the folder along with the bill. They immediately scooted out of the booth. Chloe tucked the boxes into the bag.

  Taking her free hand, Chris navigated them out the door and onto the street. As soon as they were outside, he immediately pressed her up against the nearest wall and devoured her mouth. Pulling back slightly, he mumbled, “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Chapter 18

  He followed closely behind her when she entered the hotel room. Giving her a brief second to set down the food and her purse, he immediately pressed against her back. Lowering his mouth, he let his lips roam restlessly over her neck. Running his hands up her sides, he cupped her breasts in his hands.

  Leaning her head back against his chest, Chloe said, “I really need you to fuck me senseless right now, Chris. The restaurant? That was really hot, but it just made me want you inside me.”

  Reaching behind her, she ran her palm along his rigid length for a moment.

  Without warning, he spun her around to face him. Nipping at her lips, he quickly stripped her out of her clothes. Once she stood bare before him, he felt her hands at his waist pulling up the edges of his T-shirt. Stepping back, he helped her by sliding out of this shirt, then the rest of his clothes.

  Taking her hand, he led her into the bathroom.

  Seeing her curious look, he said, “Earlier tonight, when you came, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want you to see how fucking sexy you look when you’re coming on my cock.”

  Intrigued now, she said, “I guess it’s easier than making a sex tape.”

  He smirked.

  Moving her to stand in front of him, they faced the mirror. He said, “Eyes open,” as he ran his mouth down the side of her throat again. Swirling his tongue against her, taking small nips as he went, he let his hands over her torso.

  Sliding one up to cup her breast, he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The other hand roamed down to cup her mound. Sliding two fingers between her folds, he moaned against her neck when he found her soaked.

  Stroking her lightly now, he mumbled, “Fuck. You’re so responsive, Chloe.”

  She thrust her pelvis forward, and let out a low whimper. Rubbing herself against his hand, she said, “It’s something about you. Something about us.”

  “I know it is. I can’t help it either,” he whispered against her neck as he continued to rub his hand against her.

  Moments later, he stopped moving his hands. Gripping her shoulders lightly, he leaned her forward, watching as she braced her arms against the edge of the counter top. Adjusting his cock, he slid the tip of it inside her. Placing his hands on her hips, he slid into her with one deliberately gentle stroke.

  He watched her watching them in the mirror, her eyes heavy lidded, her cheeks flushed. He could see the beginnings of pleasure on her face already, as he thrust into her steadily.

  When he saw her mouth go slack, and her breathing pick up, he leaned down to wrap an arm around her waist. Sliding his fingers between her folds, he lightly stroked her clit now and felt her immediately flutter around him. She let out a moan as her eyes flickered closed.

  On a groan, Chris said, “Eyes open.”

  A moment later, they slid open and she made eye contact with him in the mirror, then cried out. Panting and moaning his name, he felt her tighten around him, her pussy clenchin
g him now as she ground her hips back against him.

  When her whimpers died down, he moved his hand and gripped both of her hips. Thrusting into her more quickly now, he groaned every time he felt her pulse around him.

  She gasped. “Chris, fuck me harder.”

  He reached up with one hand to grab her shoulder and used his other to tug at the hair at the nape of her neck. Pounding into her now, he could hear the slap of his skin against hers with every stroke.

  Her eyes slid closed again until he gave her hair a tug and gritted out, “Open. Your. Eyes.”

  On another whimper, she opened her eyes and said, “It’s too much. I can’t—”

  “Fuck, baby. Come for me. I know you can,” Chris groaned, reaching the end of his rope.

  Reaching down, she slid her hands between her thighs and rubbed her fingers over her clit frantically. He moaned again, unable to help himself as he watched her stroking herself. Almost immediately, he felt her clamp down on him viciously. She continued to rub as she cried out his name. Her hips shaking as she pressed back against him.

  He slammed into her a few more times, then exploded, coming completely undone as he watched her grind her hips against him, savoring the last of her release. Rolling his hips against hers one last time, he released her. Leaning forward, he pressed his chest against her back and pressed his lips to the salty skin of her shoulder.

  She stood up straight when he leaned back and slid out of her. Turning around, she wrapped her arms around him and then said, “I don’t know if I want a shower or to eat first. I’m a hungry mess. I don’t know which of those I feel like doing more.”

  Sliding his arms around her, he said, “I’m sweaty. I vote shower.”

  A moment later, he held up his hands in mock surrender and said, “Grooming only. I promise.”

  She smiled at him, thinking about the last shower they had taken together. Repeating the phrase, “Grooming only,” she reached into the shower and turned it on.