Off Limits: Playboys of New York Series

by Low, JA

  “As does yours.” She raises her brow at me.

  Duly noted.

  We both stare at each other, the sexual tension swirls around us. I let my hand ever so lightly run up her exposed thigh, and she shivers as my fingers move higher.

  Are we really doing this?

  “Chloe…” Her name falls from my lips, achingly.

  Her hand reaches out and pulls my hips closer, sandwiching me right between her thighs. “I want you, Noah.”

  Those blue eyes are swirling with desire as she stares at me, begging me to take her on the kitchen counter. And I want to, I want to so much. This is going to change things, though. Once we step over this ledge, then there’s no going back.

  “You sure?” I want her to have a moment so she can stop this at any time.

  “Are you sure?” she questions me.

  I’ve never been surer about anyone like I am about her in my life.

  I lean in. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Chloe.” Her breath hitches. “But once we cross over this line…” my nose nuzzles her neck, “… we can’t go back to the way we were because I will know exactly how perfect your pussy tastes.”

  “Fuck, Noah,” Chloe curses breathlessly as her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me to her.

  My teeth sink into her neck while I listen to a strangled moan fall from her lips. My mouth moves down further along her collarbone, nibbling her delicate skin. The sounds coming from her mouth have me instantly hard—I can’t wait to pull more from her.

  Chloe’s hand finds the waistband of my track pants and slips inside, her fingers wrapping around my underwear-clad dick. Fuck! Now it’s my turn to let out a groan.

  “God, Noah,” she pants, her hand gripping tighter around me as I close my eyes, absorbing all of her attention. If she continues the way she’s going, I’m going to come in her hand.

  Distract yourself, Noah.

  Peeling back the material of her dress, I expose her breasts to me. Her perfect, beautiful, bouncing breasts that I’ve fantasized about all day are right before me.

  Leaning forward, I take a nipple into my mouth. Chloe’s grip intensifies around my cock, a delicious moan falls from her lips as I ever so gently bite and suck on them.

  “Hmmm… Noah.” Her head falls back as she enjoys my lips, her hand falls from my dick as she tries to hold herself together. I move to her other breast giving it equal attention until she’s squirming underneath me. Her breath is labored, her moans growing louder with each nip.

  Mental note—Chloe loves her breasts being sucked.

  “Noah, please,” she begs. Reluctantly I pull myself away from her gorgeous tits.

  “Baby, not yet.” Looking down at a flushed Chloe, I think there’s nothing more beautiful in this world.

  “Noah. It’s been six months of fucking foreplay. Enough is enough,” she growls. “You can either fuck me on this bench or take me somewhere else. I don’t care.”

  Who knew Chloe could be bossy in the bedroom? I kind of like it.

  “Fine.” Giving in, because let’s be honest, she’s right, it has been six months of foreplay. “One on condition.”

  “Anything,” she tells me while I raise a brow at her.

  “Anything? That’s a dangerous word to a man like me.” Chloe has the balls to roll her eyes at me. “Did you just roll your eyes?” She gives me a ‘fuck yes, I did, and what are you going to do about it’ smile. “You have no idea who I am in the bedroom, Chloe,” I warn her.

  “All I’m hearing is talk of a big game, Noah. I want to see more action.” With watchful eyes, she begins to shimmy out of her dress, then kicking it off behind me, and my eyes widen at her splayed out naked in front of me.

  Shakily, I pull in a breath as I take her in, every dip and curve of her magnificent body, all the way down to the ‘V’ between her legs which are open for me, exposing her pretty pink pussy.

  My thumbs hook into the waistband of my pants, and I pull both sides down exposing myself to her. Chloe licks her lips as she eyes my dick.

  “Lay back,” I command. She does as I say, pressing her back against the cool marble. I watch as her chest moves up and down with each breath. Taking her knees, I open them wide as I step closer between her legs.

  Her hand quickly comes out and hides her pussy. What the?

  “You don’t have to do that,” she says nervously. “I know men don’t like it.”

  Is she fucking serious right now?

  “Chloe…”

  She sits up on her elbows looking at me, a slight pink spreads across her cheeks.

  “Real men love it. Now, let me demonstrate how much.” Bending down between her legs, my fingers push apart her pink lips, and I lick her. A moan falls from her lips on contact. “Eyes on me,” I demand while Chloe’s eyes fall back to me as I show her that real men love eating pussy as I devour her.

  “Oh my God, Noah,” Chloe screams as I pull an orgasm from her with my tongue. “No more. I can’t…” she trails off as she thrashes around on the counter. She’s perfect. Wiping my lips on her thigh as I move over her, I know most women don’t always like the taste of themselves. Her eyes are closed, but she has smile on her face. “You were…” Her eyes meet mine.

  “Spectacular, magnificent?”

  “All of them. I had no idea it could feel so…” She closes her eyes again, trailing off with a dreamy expression on her face. Then she giggles. Which isn’t exactly the response I’m looking for.

  She opens her eyes again and sits, meeting me in the middle. “I thought I was broken.”

  What is she talking about?

  She giggles again. “I’m not.”

  I’m not really following.

  She wraps her arms around me, pulling me toward her, her lips are one mine as she kisses me with abandonment, and I just go with it. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to her sweet spot.

  Reluctantly, I pull myself from her lips. “I need a condom,” I tell her.

  She blinks a couple of times before registering what I’m saying, then she looks between us and sees how close I am to being inside of her. “Yes. You do.”

  “Wrap yourself around me, I’ll take you somewhere more comfortable.” She does as she’s told, and I rush quickly through my townhouse, up two flights of stairs with this gorgeous sexy koala wrapped around me. We make it to my bedroom where we fall onto my bed. Pulling open the bedside table, I grab a handful of wrappers and put them on top.

  “Wow!” She’s laying there looking around my room. “This is nice.”

  What’s nice is if we get back to what we were doing downstairs.

  “Manly.” Her eyes roam around the room. “I’ve always wondered what your bedroom would look like,” she muses, which makes me pause.

  “Really?”

  Chloe realizes how that sounded and starts to back-peddle but then stops. She looks up at me and smiles. “Yeah, I always hoped to be in this position here, too.”

  Well, that’s brutally honest.

  “I did, too.” Lying beside her, linking our hands together, I stare up at my ceiling.

  “I can see your bedroom from my hot tub,” Chloe quickly confesses. Turning my head, I can see she looks mortified she’s just told me. Reaching out and bringing her lips to mine, I kiss her slowly.

  “I can see your hot tub from my bedroom,” I whisper in her ear. She stills. “I touched myself as you enjoyed your wine oblivious to my torment.”

  Chloe moves on top of me, her lips are nipping my jaw and neck as I confess my dirtiest secret to her. “What did you think about?” she asks, her lips capturing my nipple in her mouth, which almost launches me off of the bed.

  I reach over and grab a condom subconsciously and place it beside us. “I thought about you touching yourself thinking about me.”

  Her lips move over my body. “I did,” she whispers in my ear.

  “Fuck, Chloe,” I groan.

  The sound of the foil wrapper interrupts
the silence, her hands move over my dick slowly, achingly, as she rolls the condom onto me. She moves back over me while I’m looking up at her, her blonde mass of curls falling around her face.

  “We wasted so much time,” I tell her.

  “I know,” she says as she slowly sinks down on me. “What else?” she pushes for more words.

  “I would fantasize about you in those pencil skirts, bent over my desk, your beautiful ass exposed. Me fucking you from behind. My fingers sinking into your skin as yours gripped the desk, my tie in your mouth, so no one could hear us.”

  “I like the sound of that.” Chloe smiles as she rides me, my fingers digging into her ass just like I had imagined.

  She winces, and I remember her banged-up knees so quickly, I turn us.

  Chloe squeals, but I hardly break our rhythm. Looking down at her beneath me just like I have fantasized about, I continue, “Another time you would be on your knees under my desk, your lips wrapped around my dick as I worked. Helping me relax like a good little girl.” She raises a brow at me as I push harder, her mountainous breasts bouncing with each deep thrust I make inside of her.

  “I imagined something similar,” she confesses. “But it was you on your knees, under my desk, with that…” she gasps as I hit the right spot inside of her, “… with that magical tongue.” She groans loudly. “Fuck, Noah.”

  As I pump into her harder, her fingers are gripping my shoulders while she holds on tightly with each one of my thrusts.

  “I wanted to fuck you on the beach under the stars when we first met.” Her eyes open as she looks at me. “But I couldn’t because I fell for you instead.” Her eyes widen. “I wanted you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted in my life at that moment, but not just for sex.”

  “Noah…”

  Damn! I’ve said too much.

  I’ve pushed too hard.

  So, I concentrate on fucking her instead. Keeping my stupid feelings in check. Now is not the time.

  “Shit! Yes. Yes,” she screams while I continue giving all of me to her. “Yes,” she shouts as we both come together.

  I collapse on top of her, and she nuzzles my neck with her face.

  Once we catch our breath, Chloe looks up at me. “Can I have more, please?” My eyes widen in surprise. “I mean not like right now, but… um…”

  Reaching out, I pull her to me so I can kiss her. “I want more, too.” She lets out a little yawn and blinks a few times. “Maybe we should rest for a little bit.”

  She nods in agreement. I slowly pull myself from her and rush to my ensuite. By the time I come back, she’s passed out. Her blonde hair is fanned out around her, the tiniest of snores are falling from her lips.

  She’s fucking perfect.

  This is what I want. Her in my bed. Every single day.

  But tomorrow will bring the reality of what we’ve done, and I have a feeling Chloe isn’t going to feel the same way as I do.

  Getting into bed, I wrap myself around her because I’ll take what I can get in this moment.

  24

  Chloe

  Wincing, I open my eyes to the blinding light coming through the windows. My head hurts. My knees hurt. My vagina hurts.

  Well, shit.

  Sitting up in bed quickly and turning, I notice a very naked Noah snoring away beside me.

  Last night wasn’t a dream—we really did sleep together.

  I look around the room for my clothes, but they’re not here. Oh, that’s right, you hussy, you kicked them off downstairs. Good one. Frantically, I look around the floor for something to put on to do my walk of shame, but Noah’s a neat freak, and nothing is on the floor.

  Quietly, I get out of the bed, hoping not to disturb him, and make my way over to his walk-in closet. I search through his suits to find something. I don’t want to take one of his shirts, they’re expensive, so I pull out one of the drawers which is full of his underwear. Maybe I can steal some boxer shorts. Finding a black cotton pair, I put them on, and then pull open another drawer and find some t-shirts, which I grab one and quietly head back out.

  “Fuck!” I scream.

  Noah’s standing right in front of me—he doesn’t look happy.

  I’m not happy because he has pants on. I was hoping for one more glimpse of his mighty peen before I left, you know, for my memory’s sake.

  “Where the hell are you sneaking off to?”

  “Um… I … I…” He crosses his arms and taps his foot, waiting to hear my excuse.

  “If you want to go… then go, Chloe.” He looks really hurt as he moves past me, grabbing a t-shirt from one of his drawers.

  “Noah…” I grab his arm. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No,” he states, but his tone says otherwise. He rakes his hand through his hair. “I... I just thought…” He shakes his head.

  “You thought what?”

  “That you would want to hang out with me.” The vulnerability on his face breaks me in two.

  “You want to hang out with me?” With my eyebrows squeezed together, I point to myself.

  “Of course.”

  “Oh…”

  “I was hoping to take you out.”

  My eyes widen. “Like a date?”

  “Yeah. Like on a date,” he tells me.

  I’m slightly confused. “Um. Sure. Okay. I got to go.” Panic laces my body as I high tail it out of his bedroom.

  “Chloe,” Noah calls after me, but I race down the stairs and right out his front door. Noah’s on my heels, though. “Chloe,” he calls from his front stoop, but I ignore him running the twenty steps to my home.

  I turn the doorknob and it’s locked. Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’ve left my bag at Noah’s. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks. Why am I crying? Maybe someone will find me and let me in as I collapse beside my front door.

  A little while later, Noah walks over with my dress and bag in his hands. He walks up a couple of stairs and stops when he sees me curled up against the door. I look up at the sound of his footsteps.

  “Hey.” My eyes are puffy from all the crying.

  “You forgot these.” He hands over my things.

  “Thanks.” I take them feeling like an utter fool. “Noah… I’m…”

  He shakes his head. “You don’t have to say a thing, Chlo. Hope you had a good birthday.” And with that, he turns and heads back home. I’m such a bitch.

  Stepping back into my home, I blink a couple of times unsure if I’m in the right place, it’s so clean.

  “Hello,” I call out to the empty house.

  “There you are.” Ariana pops her head out from the kitchen, and then she gives me a hug. “Just getting in?”

  “I was at Noah’s.”

  “I know. He texted us from your phone.”

  “He what?”

  “I was worried when I got home, and you weren’t here. I had no idea where you were. There was no note.”

  “What did he say?”

  “That you had passed out at his place. That’s all. But I’m pretty sure I can read between the lines. You slept with him, right?”

  Walking over to the fridge, I grab myself a bottle of water and throw it back. “Yes. Guess I can’t deny it.”

  “Hey, what’s up?” Ariana asks.

  “I don’t know. I’m freaking out.”

  “Was it not good?”

  “No. It was fucking spectacular. I had so many orgasms.” Ariana chuckles.

  “Then what’s the problem.”

  “He wanted to ‘hang out,’” I say doing air quotes with my fingers.

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  My eyes bug out at her statement.

  What does she mean, what’s wrong with that?

  “Everything.”

  Ariana looks at me strangely. “I don’t think I’m following, Chlo. You like him, don’t you?” I nod my head. “Well, that’s a good start. Most men aren’t asking to ‘hang out’ after a night together. So he must like you.”

  �
��I think he wants more.”

  Why is my body on fire? My skin feels like I want to crawl out of it.

  “More?”

  “Yes, more.” For a smart woman, she really isn’t getting it.

  “And you don’t want more?” she asks tentatively.

  I pause for a moment thinking over what I want. “I don’t know.” Ariana nods. “Tracey and Walker got engaged last night.”

  “What the…” I nod in agreement. “On your birthday?”

  “Yep.”

  “They just keep getting lower, don’t they?” I slump on the sofa, and tears begin to fall. “Hey, what’s going on?” Ariana sits beside me.

  “What happens if I’m damaged? That Walker and Tracey have messed me up so much that I can’t ever be in a healthy relationship.”

  “Oh, Chlo…” Ariana pulls me into her arms, trying to soothe my worries. “Is that why you’re freaked out over Noah?” I nod my head. “You think he’s someone special?”

  I sniffle out a “Yes.”

  “And you think you’re going to mess it up?”

  “He’s my boss, my landlord, and a good friend. I love my job. I love this house. I love him…” Oh shit! My hand flies across my mouth in realization as the words come out.

  “You love him?” Ariana questions me.

  Furiously I shake my head. “I didn’t mean to say that. I…” Ariana doesn’t seem to be convinced by my denial.

  Do I love Noah Stone? No. No way in the world.

  It was simply a night of good D. I’m exhausted, and I’m talking gibberish.

  “You have strong feelings for him, though?” Ariana adds.

  “Our lives are entwined so much.”

  “That’s not what I asked.” She pushes harder.

  “He’s New York’s biggest playboy. He dates supermodels. I can’t compete with that.”

  Ariana rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to compete. There’s no competition, you’re gorgeous. You’re intelligent. You are so much better than any of those women who hang off his arm.”

  She has to say that because she’s my bestie.