Come Closer: A Romantic Suspense (The Viera Triplets Book 2)
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Chloe dropped to her knees and I gazed at her with half-closed eyes, the stress in my pants increasing but the tension in my shoulders melting away.
In seconds, my belt was undone, my charcoal grey pants around my ankles and I sighed as she massaged the swelling sack beneath my erect member.
When she took me in her mouth, I groaned aloud, fingers lacing into her free-flowing red waves to steady her head as she took me in, deep and long.
The heat of her mouth was like hot butter against my skin and her hand clamped around the base of my shaft, drawing me fully into her throat.
Chloe tightened her grips against me and I groaned loudly, feeling the pressure building inside me.
I didn’t want to release like that but if she didn’t stop soon, things would be beyond my control.
It took a minor struggle to unhinge myself from her locked jaws and when she finally let go, she fell back, a mischievous grin on her lovely face.
“What’s the matter?” she teased. “You didn’t like that?”
Growling, I leaned forward, scooping her up almost like a caveman, half over my shoulder as she squealed with delight.
I tossed her onto the bed, diving in behind her before she could spin around and pressed my naked body against the flimsy material of her lingerie.
A hand reached beneath her to caress a full breast, my fingers finding their way under the bodice to toy with her rigid nipple as I rubbed my member between her cheeks.
Even with the teddy, I could feel the heat pulsating from her core and I knew I didn’t have much time to continue the foreplay which I wanted to prolong.
Without finesse, I yanked the thong center away from her middle and prodding the tip of my head against her, savoring her juiciness before plunging inside her.
Chloe yelped out as I guided my hips fully inside her, pressing my torso against her back to restrict her movements.
The hand which was on her breast flowed down her body to the throbbing button between her creamy thighs and together, we began to mount toward our climax.
She began writhing beneath me and I closed my eyes, hoping that I wouldn’t cum before her, but her kitten cries and wriggling were proving to be too much, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Streams of hot nectar flowed through me as a warm gush cover my rigid organ.
I gripped her hip jerking upward as Chloe gasped, our orgasms meeting one another in unison.
Exhaling slowly, I felt her relax slowly underneath me and together we eased onto the bed, a sweating pile.
Chloe purred, rolling out to stare at me with her clear eyes, a soft smile on her full lips.
“My, aren’t you full of vigor today,” she teased, and I laughed, my heart struggling to regain control as it thumped furiously in my chest.
“You bring it out in me,” I replied easily, sitting up as my pulse began to steady.
She smiled, cocking her head to the side.
“Well I’m glad,” she said. “Sometimes I worry that you’re going to get bored of me.”
I swallowed a smile and cast my eyes downward.
I worry about the same thing which is why I don’t see you that often, I thought. It was embarrassing to admit that I did not see Chloe as an equal but after working with knowledgeable, educated people all day, the luscious ginger was quite a mental step down.
I slipped off the bed and began to redress.
“Should we try to make dinner?” I asked as I buttoned up my now wrinkled shirt. “I’m starving.”
She nodded in agreement and I eyed her through my peripheral vision.
“Are we going to Belladonna’s?” she asked. “I have a craving for manicotti.”
Unexpectedly, a tingle of guilt fluttered through me and I thought of Yvette.
She loved Italian food and every time I went to the four-star restaurant, I thought of her, wondering if she had ever tried it.
It was one of the many things I had been meaning to ask Yve and never gotten around to doing.
Why didn’t I take her up on drinks tonight? I suddenly wondered, a strange flush of confusion washing through me. We probably won’t have a chance to see each other socially for a long while if the Sterlings get their way. That’s why she asked me to meet her and I was too busy thinking about getting laid.
I glanced at my watch, my brow furrowing slightly.
It was only seven thirty. I could still call her and see if we could meet for one last night of freedom.
“Why do you look like that?” Chloe demanded.
“I just remembered,” I said slowly, fumbling through the recesses of my mind for an excuse. “I have to go back to the office. I have a hearing tomorrow and…”
I trailed off, glancing at her furtively to see if she was buying it.
The scowl on her pretty face told me that she was not happy, but I also knew she wouldn’t argue me.
Yvette would have called me on my BS before I finished speaking, I thought affectionately but Chloe was not Yvette.
“So no dinner then?” she asked, her mouth falling into a petulant pout.
“Sorry, Yve, not tonight,” I replied.
I didn’t immediately realize what I had said, and it wasn’t until Chloe’s face grew red did I see I had said something wrong.
“Who is Yve?” she snarled, all traces of her alluring beauty dissipating into a mask of ugliness I had never seen.
“Who?” I asked, playing dumb but my fingers were working furiously as I dressed. I sensed danger.
“You just called me Yve. Who is she? Is she a lover?”
I forced a laugh.
“Did I?” I asked nonchalantly. “No, of course not. She’s another attorney at the firm. I must have our upcoming case on my mind.”
Chloe did not look convinced but there wasn’t much I could do about that.
“Is that why you’re rushing out of here? To meet with Yve?”
The way she said Yvette’s name irked me, but I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire.
After all, it was my fault she was angry in the first place.
I shot her what I thought was a disarming smile, but I don’t think she saw it that way.
“I’ll call you later,” I lied again but she folded her arms over her ample chest and turned away from me, refusing my kiss goodbye.
I don’t think we have a future together, I thought wryly but I left her third-floor walk-up without another word.
I wasn’t even out the front door of the building when I reached for my cell and redialed the last number I had called; Yvette’s.
But to my chagrin, the call went directly to voicemail.
“You have reached Yvette Viera. I am unavailable to take your call but if you leave me a detailed message after the tone, I will return your call as soon as possible. Thank you.”
At the beep, I inhaled, ready to release a smooth apology for brushing her off earlier but when I opened my mouth to speak, no words flowed forth as if something in my brain had switched off my motor skills.
I pulled the cell away from my ear and stared at it for a long moment, an uncertainty washing through me.
Am I calling her as a co-worker or as something else? I asked myself and the question sparked a glimmer of worry in my gut.
I ended the call and slipped the cell back into my pocket, unlocking my Audi.
How many times had I fantasized about being with Yvette over the past six years? When I had landed the job at Kilpatrick-Campbell, I had not foreseen the attraction I had apparently carried for Yvette since the time we had spent together as undergrads.
She would never know but she was the reason I had called off my second engagement. I had been unable to get Yvette out of my mind in those early days.
But I had believed those feelings had been curbed and that I only saw Yve as a friend and associate.
Suddenly I am calling my lover by her name. You need to get your thoughts in order, I chided myself. You and Yve will never be. You have tried that, and it d
idn’t work, even before you were both jaded.
I started the car and sighed, shaking my dark head.
This Sterling case will be good for you, I told myself. It will keep you away from temptation. Don’t forget; you are exes for a reason. A really good one.
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The Viera Triplets Series
Dirty Pleasures: Vyolet
Come Closer: Maya
Six Years Later: Yvette
Acknowledgements
Thank you, dear reader, for joining me and reading the Triplets’ stories. I hope that you enjoyed Maya’s story and that you’re excited about the last triplet, Yvette’s story. If you enjoyed this book, I would be so grateful if you can leave a review on Amazon. Your support means a lot. Thank you!
Love,
Nicole
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