“You’re joking. You barely said a word to me when your mother introduced us.”

“That’s because I knew you were trouble,” I confess.

I trace my thumb around her lips, letting the wetness from her mouth coat her there.

Chloe grips my wrist and places my hand by my side.

“Speaking of trouble, those hands of yours don’t exactly play fair, so keep them to yourself right now.”

I do as I’m told, while Chloe reaches forward and unbuckles my belt. Those soft pink fingernails work their magic on my button and zipper, then she’s yanking down my boxer briefs and releasing my rigid length.

She wraps a hand around me, and her eyes go wide when she can’t connect her fingers to her thumb. Me, I’m in fucking heaven watching this fantasy unfold.

“I guess that’s why your hands are so big. It would be hard to jerk off with small hands.”

I rock into her touch. “I like seeing your hands wrapped around me. They’re perfect,” I grind out. The contact with her soft, warm hand is undoing me quickly.

I continue to watch her examining my dick. It has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think if there wasn’t a time constriction, Chloe would spend hours getting acquainted, stroking and playing, tracing every vein with her polished finger before teasing me by tracing them with the tip of her tongue.

After another minute of exploration, Chloe’s mouth closes around my head. The warmth, the wetness, fuck, the swirl of her tongue.

My exhale comes out ragged.

Maybe it’s because Chloe charging into my office demanding to give me a blow job was completely unexpected, or because I’ve been anticipating this moment all week, but one lick of her tongue and I’m a fucking goner.

My eyelids close. The amount of pleasure that builds from a single swipe of her tongue is confounding.

She takes more of me in, then wraps her hands around the base to fist the length she can’t fit in her mouth. Against the mounting pleasure, I force my eyes open to see the reality of what I’ve been fantasizing about, Chloe’s lush, red lips wrapped around my cock. Her cheeks are hollowed out as she sucks me farther back into her throat. She peers up at me from under her long lashes, those blue eyes filled with lust and satisfaction and wonder.

Of course, it was going to be good. How can it not be? Watching the woman you’re crazy about find pleasure in making you feel good.

She’s found a rhythm and it’s driving me insane. My balls draw up tight.

“Chloe, I’m going to come.”

She hums against me, somehow managing to pull me in farther.

Fuck. The sensation is too much.